Chapter 405: Chapter 145: Perception as a Mirror to All Creation, Fusing the Intents of the Three Saber Techniques

The blood-red setting sun slanted lazily through the window lattice, enveloping Chu Fan, who sat cross-legged on his bed, in a warm, golden halo.

Chu Fan’s eyes were tightly closed, but his mind was like a mirror-still pool of water, without the slightest ripple.

He once again mobilized the ceaselessly flowing Primordial Qi within his body. It followed profound and unfathomable pathways, streaming rapidly to every corner of his being.

"Condense!"

A soft command echoed in his mind, its tone light but filled with unquestionable resolve.

As if receiving an order, the Primordial Qi surging toward his limbs injected itself with immense precision into one hidden node after another.

BZZZ—

A soft hum quietly resounded, a sound imperceptible to the ear, its vibrations sensible only to the soul.

Immediately after, the incomparably complex Spirit Array Map, shimmering with a dark gold luster, abruptly lit up and condensed into a clear, tangible form within his body!

In that instant, Chu Fan felt his very perception violently thrust outward and upward by a tremendous, formless power!

The world "before his eyes" was transformed, appearing completely different.

He wasn’t seeing with his eyes; his entire mind had become a shining mirror, clearly reflecting the slightest movements of everything around him.

In the Martial Arts Arena outside the courtyard, Zhao Tianxing was completely focused on drawing his longbow, diligently practicing the Moon Eclipse Arrow.

Every subtle vibration of the bowstring, the tiny vortexes of air stirred as the arrow left the string, even the trajectory of a bead of sweat rolling down Zhao Tianxing’s forehead—it was all perfectly clear to Chu Fan’s senses, as if it were all happening right in front of him, close enough to touch.

Elsewhere, the fatty, Gao Dashang, was sparring with Jiang Yuanfan, practicing the Twelve Forms Fist. The two went back and forth in a lively exchange.

Fatty’s steps were somewhat clumsy and slow.

Jiang Yuanfan, however, was agile, his fist techniques nimble and swift.

Jiang Yuanfan’s fists fell like a heavy shower, constantly landing on Fatty and making him howl. The pained, grimacing expression on Fatty’s face was visible in perfect detail.

’Every time I activate this Spirit Array Map, it still feels so magical...’

Chu Fan mused, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

As far as he knew, ordinary Cultivators had to break through to the Divine Power Realm, open their Sea of Consciousness, and condense their Divine Sense before they could send their Divine Thought out of their bodies to probe their surroundings over short distances.

Only after opening the Sea of Consciousness could one cast many Divine Techniques.

That was why this Realm was called the Divine Power Realm.

And yet, a Cultivator who had just entered the Divine Power Realm only had a perception range with a radius of twenty or thirty feet.

He, on the other hand, was only at the Fourth Heaven of the Spirit Awakening Realm. He was relying solely on the first entry-level cultivation method of the Demon Dragon Celestial Spirit Scripture and hadn’t even opened his Sea of Consciousness. Yet, the range of his clear perception had already reached a terrifying two hundred feet!

In fact, he could sense even farther, though his perception grew fuzzier at that range.

’Could this be the unique heritage of the path of gods and demons?’

Chu Fan’s heart stirred, and his anticipation and esteem for the Demon Dragon Celestial Spirit Scripture deepened even further.

For this very reason, after arriving in Qing Province fifteen days ago, he had only gone to the Qing Province Demon Suppression Bureau on the second day to check in.

In the days that followed, he had shut out nearly all external distractions, immersing himself completely in monotonous and arduous training. He had truly become a shut-in.

For most Cultivators, progress was measured in years, the path fraught with bottlenecks and obstacles.

But for Chu Fan, who possessed the Map of Mountains and Rivers panel, progress was measured in days.

Every day, he could clearly see the Experience Points for the Martial Arts he practiced steadily increasing.

And as his Experience Points ticked upward, the various Martial Arts he practiced grew stronger in turn!

This daily accumulation, bit by bit, could build a tower from sand or form an ocean from drops of water.

The Demon Dragon Celestial Spirit Scripture was naturally the same. Although it was the most difficult Cultivation Technique to practice, and he had only barely crossed the Entry-Level threshold after all this time...

...he could clearly feel the tangible enhancements it brought—

Every time he condensed the Spirit Array Map, he could feel his perception range slowly expanding;

Every time he maintained it, he could feel the duration he could sustain it slowly increasing.

This visible and tangible improvement was like the most fragrant vintage wine, intoxicating him to the point he couldn’t pull himself away.

Thus, these fifteen days of arduous, seated meditation had passed like a mere three or four days in the blink of an eye, feeling not the least bit tedious.

However, the cost of maintaining the Spirit Array Map was also enormous.

His mind was stretched taut like a bowstring drawn to its limit, while the Primordial Qi in his body gushed out like a flood through an open gate, draining away without pause.

CRACK... SNAP...

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a minuscule, silent crack appeared on the edge of the Spirit Array Map.

The once-stable structure of the array began to fluctuate and distort, showing signs of collapse.

Chu Fan’s mind tensed. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately mobilized more Primordial Qi, attempting to repair the crack and stabilize the formation.

But once the collapse began, it was as swift and unstoppable as an avalanche.

He knew in his heart that the time it took to drink a cup of tea was his current limit.

Finally, the miraculous Spirit Array Map within him flickered violently a few times, wavering like a candle in the wind. Then, with a soft POOF, it dissipated completely, dissolving into specks of golden light that vanished into some unseen corner of his body.

A heavy wave of fatigue washed over him, like a rising tide.