The moment Tang San's divine sense touched that halo, an indescribable force gently pushed it back.
The force was slight, but utterly steady, like a mountain declaring, "This far, and no farther."
Tang San was dumbfounded.
He looked at Fang Fan, then Qian Renxue, then Bibi Dong, before turning to the Asura God King’s Divine Soul Fragment.
His expression seemed to ask: Who am I? Where am I? He was a late God King with dual godhood. He should have been the strongest being in this world.
Yet he could not see through the cultivation of a single one of those three.
He could not even fathom the depths of Qian Renxue, who looked the "youngest" of them.
"Why can't I sense the cultivation of those three?"
Tang San asked in a low voice, his tone full of confusion and irritation.
"Did they fail their breakthroughs? Have they turned back into mortals?"
"Is there something wrong with your brain?"
The Asura God King’s Divine Soul Fragment gave a cold laugh, his voice dripping with annoyance.
Yet his own brows were knitted too.
His divine sense was not much weaker than Fang Fan's, but he likewise could not gauge Fang Fan's depths.
When he scanned Fang Fan, he sensed only chaos, as though he were probing the mass of primordial energy that had existed before heaven and earth took shape.
When he scanned Qian Renxue, he sensed only sacred light. It was so pure and dense that it kept his divine sense outside, like an invisible mirror.
When he scanned Bibi Dong, he sensed only a dark abyss. He could neither see nor guess what lay hidden within it. After several breaths of silence, he finally said slowly, "They can't be mortals. No mortal could possess an aura like this.
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