Divine Sense Departs the Body, Mental Attack!

Chapter 015 Divine Sense Out-of-Body, Spiritual Attack! Deep in the dead of night.

Mother Du Qionghua and their houseguest Liu Xin and her daughter had all drifted into dreamland, leaving only the sound of steady breathing throughout the house.

Chen Yan, as was his routine, crossed his small legs in his crib, preparing to begin his daily "skill grinding" that he never missed.

Yet tonight, an inexplicable sense of unease crept into his heart like a cold, silent tide.

It felt as if something extremely sinister was lurking in the darkness outside the house, watching in silence.

Ever since his [Meditation Method] and [Divine Sense Differentiation] had both broken through to the Mastery realm, he had been able to tentatively project a sliver of his divine sense outside his body after much experimentation.

However, this operation consumed a massive amount of mental energy, so he had never attempted it lightly.

But tonight, this lingering, ominous premonition made him decide to break his rule.

With a fierce surge of will!

In an instant, Chen Yan felt his consciousness go light with a "hum," as if it had suddenly broken free from the heavy shackles of his physical body.

The world before him suddenly opened up, transforming completely.

He was no longer observing through the eyes of an infant; instead, he had gained a 360-degree, omniscient perspective, like an invisible ghost floating in the air.

It was as if he had suddenly flipped a switch to a third-person perspective!

He could clearly "see" the steady rise and fall of his mother Du Qionghua's chest as she slept in the master bedroom next door.

He could also precisely "hear" the rhythmic, delicate heartbeats of Aunt Liu Xin and Yu Qingmeng in the guest room downstairs.

Their life force, like warm candlelight, flickered in his brand-new field of perception.

He attempted to control this sliver of divine sense to move.

With a slight shift of his intent, the divine sense effortlessly passed through the wall and returned to his own nursery.

Then, for the first time, Chen Yan "saw" the full appearance of his projected divine sense.

He was completely stunned.

It was not the form of an infant at all!

Instead, it was the phantom of a young man with a tall, upright frame, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a face that still bore a resemblance to his own handsome features.

Judging by the age... perhaps in his early twenties?

He realized it in a flash—

This was exactly how he had looked in his past life, at twenty-two, when he had died suddenly in front of his computer!

So that was it... this tiny infant body had been housing the soul of an adult all along!

Even his intangible divine sense manifested in the truest form of his soul!

Just as Chen Yan was shocked by this unexpected discovery, the cold, viscous aura outside the room suddenly intensified.

It was as if a block of freezing ice had been erected in the house!

It was approaching!

His divine sense perspective clearly captured a blurry, distorted black shadow seeping in from outside the courtyard wall on the first floor, as silent as water soaking through.

It lingered in the living room downstairs for a moment, then... it actually began to float slowly upward along the exterior wall!

The shadow eventually stopped outside the doors of the master bedroom and the nursery, seemingly making a choice.

After a moment of hesitation, it chose the nursery and drifted straight through the wooden door!

Damn it, it really was coming for me?!

Chen Yan's heart tightened, and he instantly retracted his divine sense back into his body.

He absolutely could not call for help!

His mother and that little troublemaker had almost no martial arts cultivation to speak of.

As for Aunt Liu Xin's amateur fourth-rank strength, she probably wouldn't last a second against such a bizarre spirit entity.

To cry out now would be no different than sending them to their deaths!

Chen Yan snapped his eyes open, and by the pale moonlight filtering through the window, he stared fixedly at the uninvited guest that had drifted through the door.

Its outline gradually became clearer in the darkness.

It looked seven or eight parts similar to the Spirit Race infant he had seen in the news last time!

However, the thing before him was definitely not an infant.

It possessed a thin, distorted, humanoid form, roughly that of a teenager...

Its entire body radiated an even colder, more unsettling aura.

The Spirit Race entity floated silently to the side of the crib, lowering its face—which lacked any distinct features—as if "observing" and confirming the prey on the bed.

Chen Yan's muscles tensed instantly, his blood and qi surging under the drive of the Qi Nurturing Foundation Art, ready to explode into a Godly Movement to smash through the window and escape at any moment.

Yet, the Spirit Race entity merely hovered there quietly, motionless.

One second, two seconds...

They remained in a stalemate for a full half-minute.

Just as Chen Yan was beginning to think the damn thing had crashed—

A sudden, drastic change occurred!

An intensely sharp, bone-chilling sensation of mental agony struck his mind without the slightest warning!

It felt as if an invisible, venom-coated ice needle were trying to pry open his skull and tear his consciousness apart!

A mental attack!

However, this "Mental Poison Thorn," which in the eyes of the Spirit Race was enough to instantly shatter the mind of any ordinary infant, collided with Chen Yan's consciousness barrier—a barrier already tempered by a master-level Meditation Method and as vast and resilient as a boundless ocean...

It failed to stir even the slightest ripple.

It could not penetrate a single fraction further.

It felt... a little itchy?

Chen Yan's intuition flared, and deep within his consciousness, the massive phantom of the young man instantly manifested.

With a hint of impatience at being disturbed, it precisely extended two fingers composed of pure divine intent.

With a gentle pinch.

The invisible "Mental Poison Thorn" shattered instantly, dissolving into nothingness.

The next moment, a scene unfolded that left even Chen Yan dumbfounded—

The young phantom of his divine intent seemed to possess a degree of autonomy; it stepped out from the sea of consciousness between his brows and descended brazenly into reality before the crib!

Facing the Spirit Race lifeform, which was several times larger than its own form, it opened its mouth with an indifferent expression.

The moment its mouth opened, it transformed into a miniature black hole.

It inhaled sharply!

Whoosh—

An invisible, terrifying suction force erupted!

The Spirit Race lifeform didn't even have time to struggle or contort; like a wisp of smoke, it was swallowed whole!

It didn't even chew!

Chen Yan: "???"

His eyes went wide.

That massive Spirit Race creature...

You just gulped it down in one bite???

The handsome, expressionless phantom of the young man acted as if it had tasted some trivial snack; it even subconsciously patted its slightly distended belly, then...

It let out a silent, satisfied burp.

The spot where the Spirit Race lifeform had stood was now completely empty.

Not even a trace of its cold aura remained, as if the terrifying scene from moments ago had never occurred.

Chen Yan's tiny brows furrowed tightly, a surge of intense doubt rising in his heart.

That's not right... Wang Xiaoming swore in the news that this thing had a physical body, even if it was very weak...

But that thing just now—how could it look like anything other than a pure mental entity?

He silently activated [Shadow Concealment], instantly suppressing his aura to the absolute limit.

He then nimbly rolled off the crib, his small feet landing lightly on the soft carpet without making a single sound.

An indescribable sense of dissonance lingered in his mind.

"Something feels off..." he whispered to himself, "but I can't quite put my finger on what."

He decided to check on his family's safety first.

His small figure, like the deepest shadow, slid silently out of the room and headed for the master bedroom.

Through the faint light filtering in from the door crack, he could see his mother, Du Qionghua, still immersed in sleep, her breathing steady, completely unaware of the crisis that had just unfolded mere inches away.

Following this, he repeated his process, carefully creeping downstairs to the guest room door to listen.

From inside came the steady breathing of Aunt Liu Xin and Yu Qingmeng; everything appeared calm and normal.

It seemed the Spirit Race lifeform had indeed caused no physical disturbance and had not awakened anyone.

Chen Yan's taut nerves finally relaxed slightly, and he let out a soft breath.

However, the very instant that breath had yet to fully escape—

A faint rustling sound came from the bed in the guest room.

Immediately after, a sleepy-eyed Yu Qingmeng rubbed her eyes in a daze, her small body sitting up slightly as she looked toward the door, unconscious of her actions.

The little girl didn't seem fully awake yet; in her half-dreaming state, she mumbled in a soft, indistinct, and milky voice, acting on pure instinct:

"Xiao Yan... brother?"