Pfft...
Pfft, pfft, pfft...
Daoist Nun Jingxin spat out several mouthfuls of blood in succession.
Her face was deathly pale, and her sea of consciousness had suffered grievous injuries.
Lying sprawled on the ground, she pulled a necklace out from around her neck.
At the bottom of the necklace hung a piece of white jade.
Now, countless cracks covered its surface.
This was no ordinary jade. It was actually a spirit artifact that could defend against divine sense attacks. Though its grade was low, she had worn it for years, regularly nurturing it with her sea of consciousness and soul thought, so its defensive power was far from weak.
"Damn it!" Jingxin's head felt as though it would split apart. "If not for this jade token, my sea of consciousness would probably have collapsed today!"
"Who was it?"
"Who on earth attacked me?"
She did not think He Pingsheng was the attacker.
After all, as far as she knew, He Pingsheng was merely at the eleventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. He could not possibly possess such powerful divine sense.
Some senior expert must have seen me bullying a low-level disciple and decided to teach me a lesson in passing.
Damn it!
I let my guard down.
Dragging her heavy body along, Jingxin hurried back to her room.
Then she activated layer after layer of restrictions and formations.
A divine-sense sealing formation, a Defense Formation.
Only after activating them one after another did she feel reassured.
However, with her sea of consciousness now on the brink of collapse, she could do nothing else. She could only sit cross-legged on the floor and begin repairing her divine sense.
Of course, after unleashing the divine ability Formless Big Dipper Nails, He Pingsheng had also nearly exhausted his soul power. He could