After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but scratch his hair hard, only to find that he only remembered hearing a voice say a sentence, but he couldn't remember the content of that sentence at all.
Shen Luo suddenly remembered that the book he had read earlier mentioned a kind of Divine Sense attack technique. Those who were hit by it would often suffer damage to their Divine Soul. In mild cases, they would lose their memory, and in severe cases, their intelligence would be completely destroyed, making them like idiots.
He felt a sudden panic and quickly closed his eyes to examine his Consciousness Sea.
Within his Consciousness Sea, a pale blue humanoid phantom sat cross-legged, appearing perfectly normal. This was the humanoid divine Divine Soul that Shen Luo had formed when he entered the Soul Condensation Stage, where his three souls and six spirits condensed.
"Huh, what's going on!" Then, he exclaimed in surprise and opened his eyes again.
However, there was no panic in his eyes; instead, there was only joy and surprise.
It turned out that his Divine Sense power was not damaged at all; on the contrary, his sea of Divine Sense had expanded and become even more profound than before.
Shen Luo then released his Divine Sense and explored his surroundings.
Upon trying it, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the range of his Divine Sense had expanded from the original ten zhang to about eleven zhang.
"Could it be that the sound I just heard can actually strengthen my Divine Sense and help expand my Consciousness Sea?" Shen Luo asked hesitantly.
After saying this, his expression hardened slightly, and he walked towards the high platform in the center of the square again.
As soon as Shen Luo approached the area within ten zhang of the high platform, that strange whispering voice reappeared in his mind.
He frowned slightly and listened intently to the sound again.
"Do not tread the crooked path, do not deceive in secret."
A voice rang out again, followed by another thunderous boom.
Shen Luo felt another sharp pain in his mind, even more intense than before. He felt as if the sound was about to rupture his eardrums, and he swayed, almost falling over.
So he simply sat down on the ground, crossed his legs, and began to meditate.
"Accumulate virtue and merit, and have compassion for all things." Another sentence rang out, Shen Luo finally heard it clearly. The voice was slightly aged, and seemed to belong to an older person.
"If it is the Way, then advance; if it is not the Way, then retreat. Do not tread the crooked path, do not deceive in secret. Accumulate virtue and merit, and have compassion for all things... Could this be the voice of the Bodhi Patriarch preaching?" Shen Luo even remembered the voice he had heard for the first time.
Before he could figure it out, the preaching voice rang out again. "Teach us about joy and sorrow, correct ourselves and influence others."
A thunderous roar suddenly exploded in Shen Luo's mind. He felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and the intense pain intensified, causing him to fall backward violently. His vision suddenly blurred.
He gritted his teeth and examined his Consciousness Sea, only to find that his Divine Sense power had increased once again, and the humanoid phantom formed by his three souls and six spirits in his Consciousness Sea had become more solid.
Shen Luo became increasingly convinced that the preaching was indeed of great benefit to him, so he gritted his teeth and persevered.
As another sermon rang out, a deafening roar echoed in his mind once more, and his vision blurred again. In a daze, he saw blurry afterimages appearing in front of him, but they were not real.
Once the echo of that roar faded, the afterimage before my eyes also disappeared.
Shen Luo was surprised and wanted to get up to check, but when he tried to move, he found that his body was extremely heavy and he could not move at all.
"What's going on?" His expression changed instantly, and he quickly examined his body's meridians.
Upon investigation, Shen Luo found nothing unusual, but for some reason, he was unable to control his physical body.
Before he could figure it out, another sermon was delivered, followed by a deafening roar.
This time, Shen Luo not only felt a tremendous shock to his Divine Soul, but his physical body also trembled violently. The hammer-like force penetrated straight through his body and struck the acupoints inside his body.
At that instant, all twenty of his Magic Meridian trembled simultaneously, and the Magic Power contained within them began to circulate wildly and uncontrollably.
"How come even the Magic Power within my Magic Meridian seems to have been forged?" Shen Luo endured the excruciating pain, his mind growing increasingly puzzled.
He felt as if his Magic Meridian and Divine Sense had turned into a piece of forged iron, being constantly hammered by an invisible iron hammer, and his already liquefied Magic Power began to become more and more refined.
Within his Consciousness Sea, the humanoid phantom sitting cross-legged became increasingly solid, and even the facial features had begun to take shape, making it look almost identical to his own face.
"Flying birds chase each other, the insects stir and rest."
As the voice rang in Shen Luo's ears, a deafening roar exploded once more, bringing with it an unprecedented level of pain.
Shen Luo couldn't help but let out a bloodcurdling scream as his body suddenly fell backward.
This time, his vision did not become blurred; instead, he clearly saw that there was another " Shen Luo " sitting cross-legged in front of him, without moving an inch.
He quickly looked down and realized that he was enveloped in a faint white light, and his arms and body were actually blurred shadows. It was the person sitting in front of him who was the real entity.
Although this scene was only fleeting, Shen Luo realized that the series of afterimages he had just seen were actually the residual images left behind when his Divine Soul left his body.
I always thought my body was swaying, but in reality, my Divine Soul was shaken out of my body by the heavy blow.
At the same time, half of the Magic Meridian that had been condensed on his body lit up, and one could see that the Magic Power inside had liquefied like water, surging rapidly like a river during its flood season.
Upon discovering this situation, Shen Luo felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he was quite pleased, because if the Divine Soul is ethereal and not solid enough, it simply cannot leave the Out-of-Body.
Once he is able to leave his body, it means that his cultivation has improved again, and he is not far from breaking through to the Out-of-Body Stage, where his Divine Soul can freely leave his body.
Shen Luo frowned, but inwardly he cried out, "Let this hammering soul's roar come even more fiercely!"
The moment this thought arose, a deafening "boom" resounded!
This time, Shen Luo's Divine Soul did not waver as before, but was directly smashed out of his body, separated from his physical body, and suspended in mid-air.
He raised his two hazy, ethereal hands and waved them in front of his eyes, then looked down at his motionless, seated body, and was overjoyed.
As soon as he thought of it, the ethereal figure formed from his Divine Soul floated up like a feather and flew high into the night sky.
Shen Luo had never felt so free and unrestrained, experiencing an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.