Being set up once, twice!
That was still manageable—perhaps he could rely on the treasure bestowed by Ancestor and narrowly escape with his life.
But if it happened too many times!
For Cheng Changyuan, a Golden Core Realm Mortal Cultivator, it would absolutely be a dead-end trap with no chance of survival.
Precisely because of this...
Cheng Changyuan forcibly suppressed the urge to flee at once and began praying in secret.
"Senior, you must drive them back.
Even if you cannot defeat them!
You must take me with you when you leave. Please, don't leave me behind..."
As these thoughts churned.
The invisible, vast divine sense within Cheng Changyuan's Sea of Consciousness unconsciously spread out, sweeping toward that battlefield.
To Mortal Cultivators, divine sense was more useful than eyesight.
Whether in clarity—
Or in range!
Neither could be compared to a pair of mortal eyes.
For that very reason, whenever Mortal Cultivators encountered an unexpected situation, the first thing they did was release their divine sense to investigate and bring out their treasures in preparation.
That was what made a qualified Mortal Cultivator.
Of course.
Those Mortal Cultivators who had cultivated special Eye Techniques were exceptions to the rule.
The next moment.
The divine sense that had left Cheng Changyuan's body drew close to that stretch of void...
Tyrannical power intertwined through the void, instantly tearing that approaching strand of divine sense to pieces.
Hiss!
A heart-piercing pain surged up from the depths of his soul.
It was as though someone had struck him over the head with a club.
His entire mind went dizzy and muddled.
That was right.
This was precisely the sign of damaged divine sense.
It was not as though he had never seen powerful figures battle with spells before, but he had never been so