"Absorb!!"
Yin Ming first drew himself into the Gourd Space and sealed all his elemental magic power within the Scavenger Gourd, becoming a mortal with nothing but his tier remaining.
The Eight-Phase Thought Model deduced fate principles. More than eight thousand thoughts collided within the Consciousness-Sea True Mirror, calculating where the next few lightning bolts would land beneath the rain clouds in the blink of an eye.
"The first bolt will fall in six seconds. Three li ahead is the best spot to temper my Divine Sense. Boom!!"
Yin Ming circulated a strand of vital essence and lightly pushed off with his toes, leaving a crater several meters deep in the rocky ground.
His body shot like a cannonball to the flank of a rocky mountain. He released his Yang Spirit's Divine Sense, just within reach of the lightning's edge.
"Rumble!!"
A pale serpent of lightning struck down from the rain clouds overhead.
The violent energy touched his Divine Sense-or rather, his Divine Sense actively embraced reality, attempting to merge with the raging lightning.
A faint electric arc manifested a terrifying spectacle of world-destroying lightning within his Sea of Consciousness, like a sunset on the horizon burning the East Sea to a boil.
"Hiss!!"
Yin Ming's face turned pale.
He felt a shredding pain in his soul, as though he were a drop of water on a red-hot iron, evaporating and dissolving.
But this was entirely normal for the transformation of Divine Sense. Taking a shortcut to transform it naturally came at a price.
Retracing his cultivation path from his previous life, with his formidable physique as a foundation and the Eight-Phase Thought Model performing calculations, he could still ensure that nothing went wrong.
He swiftly recovered and raced to the rocky summit, reaching the spot where the second lightning