A Foundation Establishment cultivator.
In the Eastern Saint Sect, such a person stood below only the Sect Master and the six Department Elders.
With somewhat deeper cultivation, they could even serve as an Ordinary Elder.
Even in the Heavenly Gate Sect, Foundation Establishment cultivators were unquestionably pillars of strength.
Even though he was still a Heterodox Dao cultivator, he was now worthy of recognition from the sect's cultivators.
In other words, from this moment onward, he had finally left the lowest ranks of cultivators behind.
Although he was still a minor figure among cultivators, at least he was a figure now.
But he had no time to rejoice.
Immediately afterward, he felt invisible astral winds coming from every direction, seemingly about to scatter him in an instant.
He hurriedly sank his consciousness into his body.
Soon, he opened his eyes and found that his Divine Soul had returned to his flesh.
With a thought, it was as though a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree eye had grown between his brows. Every minute detail of the Cultivation Chamber was visible to his "eye."
This was Divine Sense.
Previously, it had reached only inside his body and its immediate vicinity. Now, it could encompass an area over ten feet around him, or even farther.
However, the formations restricting the Cultivation Chamber also prevented his Divine Sense from penetrating beyond it, so he could only see inside.
Wang Ba thought little of this, but vaguely felt something unusual between his brows.
He casually conjured a water mirror, which immediately reflected his appearance.
His skin, crystalline as jade, gave off a faint glow in the water mirror, and a Crimson lotus mark was plainly imprinted between his brows!
Yet this deep-red lotus mark seemed alive, twisting and struggling between his brows, even trying to spread outward.
Wang Ba