While the others were still pondering the "learning" within the halo, Yu Ci's brow twitched almost imperceptibly. The overlap between these red dots and the scattered "reactions" in his perception was far too high.
Glancing at Su Shuanghe, Yu Ci had to admit that Flying Soul City's chief grand shaman possessed abilities beyond the reach of ordinary people. The written and painted shamanic curse he had just created had deftly incorporated the voiceprints, auras, and other traces of the cultivators who had opposed the four sects on the lake earlier, matching them one by one and forming subtle yet solid connections. From this alone, it was clear that everything within several hundred miles lay beneath the scope of his divine awareness, comprehensive down to the smallest detail. He truly viewed the situation on the lake as though studying the lines in his palm.
This was the power of a Calamity Law Grandmaster. So long as he wished it, nothing within a thousand—or even ten thousand—miles could truly escape his notice.
With his standing as a grand shaman, he would not personally call out names and curse people to death. Yet having Cheng Jishi deliver the shamanic curse into the floating Sky Beam Mountain Island was plainly killing with a borrowed knife, turning that place's ruinous and hostile environment into a force of attack. In particular, the heavenly tribulation lightning currently bombarding the island could disrupt and suppress even if no Longevity Realm cultivators stood among the targets. Should they draw close to the island, they would suffer unforeseen disaster.
This was a more skillful method, and its subtleties could not be exhausted in a few words.
The cultivators in the main hall were, after all, people of some caliber. They soon discovered the trick within it as well, and flattering