The sensing range of several Half Immortal Weapons, honestly, was not especially reliable.
Perhaps to mortals, a search radius of several or several dozen miles was already unimaginably vast—could you imagine someone with a record of car theft walking within a few kilometers of your car, and your car immediately starting to alarm?
But to powerhouses on the level of immortals, this meant nothing. Even a sensing range of several thousand miles could not be called "enough" to them—at that distance, they could practically arrive in an instant. And if they needed to "search" for something, then either it lay tens of thousands of miles away, beyond the limit of what their spiritual sense could precisely scan, or its aura could easily blend into the background spiritual energy.
"A design flaw... Well, during the medieval era, the dragon race had retreated, the Devil Emperor's seal had been reinforced, and there were not so many chaotic Transcendent Immortals. It's possible the seniors designed immortal artifacts according to the needs of ordinary cultivators." Wang Qi nodded.
To him now, the mathematical spirit ring was merely a keepsake. Whether as a calculating device or a means of preserving one's soul to escape death, mathematics could not be called "qualified," much less its function of "storing spiritual power"—good heavens, that function was at most for old men like Zhen Chanzi, who had fallen completely behind the times. Since when had Wang Qi, who cultivated the Super Modern Dharma, lacked such a trifling amount of mana?
Even the sealed, still-unanalyzable fragments of Mei Ge Mu's memories inside it were more precious to Wang Qi than the ring itself. If he had not feared that something might go wrong if it fell into someone else's hands, Wang Qi might even have wanted to hand the ring