After Li Ping cultivated the Myriad Spirits Divine Sense Art to its utmost limit, his divine sense reached three times that of cultivators at the same level.
And that was the limit.
The Myriad Spirits Divine Sense Art was only an incomplete text with five layers in total.
Li Ping had once tried to find other ways to strengthen his divine sense, but his efforts had yielded nothing.
If a piece of soul-nourishing wood really was for sale, he would not mind paying a steep price to obtain it.
The effect of soul-nourishing wood on divine sense was not as immediate as cultivating the Myriad Spirits Divine Sense Art. He might have to carry it with him for a long time before his divine sense began to grow slowly.
But Li Ping's lifespan far exceeded that of ordinary cultivators. As long as the soul-nourishing wood worked, he had ample patience.
Most of the onlookers were cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
As Li Ping approached, he made no attempt to conceal the aura of a Core Formation Stage expert. The watching cultivators sensed it, their expressions changed drastically, and they respectfully made way for him.
Before long, he reached the center of the crowd without difficulty.
Surrounded by the cultivators was a man dressed in black robes, wearing a cape that concealed his appearance.
He sat cross-legged behind his stall, with a piece of dusky black spiritwood no more than three inches long laid out before him.
The black spiritwood was smooth all over, as though meticulously polished with sandpaper. It gleamed with a dim luster that seemed ready to swallow people's souls whole.
Only after looking down and examining the entire piece of soul-nourishing wood did Li Ping understand why so many people had gathered to watch, yet not