Xu Hao was a sixth generation disciple of the rank 3 cultivation country Ju Lu's Spirit Martial Sect. Right now he was sitting on a large boulder, organizing the spoils he had collected over the past few years. Just at this moment, his voice transmission jade suddenly flashed.
Xu Hao frowned. He took out the jade and placed it on his forehead. Suddenly, an urgent voice came from his divine sense.
"Quickly come to the northwest corner 48 degrees. There is an ownerless divine sense here!"
The person who sent the message was a good friend he met in the foreign battleground, Ge Yang. The two of them were both late stage Foundation Establishment cultivators. They often worked together to steal treasures, so their teamwork was very good.
After Xu Hao heard this, his expression immediately changed. Then, he revealed a look of ecstasy. Divine sense was the most precious thing in the foreign battleground. It was even rarer than a complete magic treasure.
Only when a powerful cultivator dies and their nascent soul leaves their body and is destroyed will there be a small chance that a sliver of divine sense will appear.
Xu Hao didn't know the exact use of divine sense, but he clearly remembered that when he entered the foreign battleground, the messenger from the higher cultivation country gave him a list. One of the top 10 items on the list was divine sense.
All of the items on the list had to be turned in and given a reward. Thinking about this, Xu Hao's heart began to pound. Without a word, he flew toward the northwest corner.
When he arrived, he found that there were already a lot of people gathered there. There was a large barrier in the distance, and inside the barrier was a large, blue speck of light. The speck of light floated in the air, motionless.
Xu Hao's eyes revealed a greedy gaze. Without a word, he slapped his bag of holding, took out a pitch-black fork, and charged toward the speck of light.
As for Wang Lin, he quietly waited for the spatial cracks to appear. After a long time, eight spatial cracks appeared within the range of his divine sense.
Wang Lin's divine sense immediately went in, cut off the spatial cracks, and sent out eight divine senses.
This process continued. Wang Lin's divine sense became less and less. He had already sent out countless divine senses.
During these three years, the foreign battleground had fallen into a frenzy. Ever since the ownerless divine senses that suddenly appeared three years ago were snatched away by Xu and Ge, everyone in charge of cleaning up the foreign battleground went crazy. After that, divine senses would appear in the foreign battleground almost every day.
This amount of divine sense was unimaginable. This strange scene would normally attract the attention of the higher cultivation countries, but in the past three years, the higher cultivation countries hadn't sent a single person to investigate.
The foreign battleground was currently extremely unstable. Due to some inexplicable reasons, the people inside couldn't leave, and the people outside couldn't enter.
At the end of the day, the problem was still the Spatial Cracks. In the past ten years, there were too many Spatial Cracks in the Outerealm Battlefield. Especially at the entrances, they were practically innumerable.
The experts from the rank 4 and 5 cultivation countries came to the conclusion that the foreign battleground was on the verge of collapse. Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator were to enter, it could cause an uncontrollable collapse.
As for asking someone from a rank 6 cultivation country to repair it, the price was too high. Even though they knew that there was a large amount of divine sense in the foreign battleground, it still wasn't enough to cover the cost of repairing it, and this was after the rank 5 cultivation countries split the cost.
Most importantly, there was more than one foreign battleground. There was really no need to repair a battlefield that was about to collapse. Thus, generally speaking, if the foreign battleground couldn't be reinforced with magic, it would be abandoned.
However, what these experts couldn't understand was that this battlefield was supposed to be used for at least a few thousand years, so why did it suddenly deteriorate in just ten short years?
They didn't know that the reason for all of this could be traced back to Wang Lin. If it wasn't for him slamming into the spatial cracks for so long, this wouldn't have happened.
The time inside the spatial cracks was completely different from the time inside the foreign battleground. 100 years inside the spatial cracks was only one year inside the foreign battleground.
To be more accurate, the time that Wang Lin slammed into the spatial cracks was seven years outside, but in reality, it had been 700 years.
700 years of continuous slamming caused the foreign battleground to deteriorate even faster.
Right now, not a single cultivator from a rank 4 or 5 cultivation country dared to enter the foreign battleground.
They could only send a message to the cultivators from the rank 4 and 5 cultivation countries to cancel the cleanup and focus on finding more divine senses. Then, they would all activate the transfer array to take everyone away.
Wang Lin had long forgotten about time. His divine sense was getting weaker and smaller. The current him was no longer cutting off his divine sense, but waiting for a larger spatial crack to appear.
On this day, a spatial crack several times larger than the previous one appeared within Wang Lin's range of divine sense. Wang Lin entered it without any hesitation.
Mai Liang had his eyes on a magic treasure. This magic treasure was the same as the black light he encountered back then; it was something that could fly by itself. Mai Liang had been chasing this magic treasure for three days.
He wryly smiled as he looked at the purple flying sword. If that shuttle hadn't been stolen, he wouldn't have had to work so hard to catch up.
Thinking about that shuttle, Mai Liang couldn't help but think about the black light. In the past 10 years, he had fantasized more than once about what kind of magic treasure was inside that black light. For the Giant Demon Clan to chase after it, it had to be a heaven-defying magic treasure.
Every time he thought about this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"The transfer array couldn't have been opened earlier or later, but it just had to be opened when my 50 year period is almost up. But no matter what, I can finally go home. In recent years, this place has been too dangerous, and it's all because of those divine senses that suddenly appeared. Once I get this flying sword, I'll return to the assembly point. Hehe, junior apprentice sister, you have to wait for me. Don't agree to eldest senior apprentice brother's request. He is a beast in human skin, only I am infatuated with you." Mai Liang muttered in his heart as he continued to chase.
"However, 50 years have passed. What has junior apprentice sister become now?
Uh … She cultivates the War God Method, and it is said that it has a youthful effect. She should only be around 30 years old. If she turns into an old woman, then I might as well give up. Hmph, out of the dozens of people that came from the War God Temple, only 10 are still alive. When I return, I will definitely be heavily trained by the Sect Leader. Also, I obtained that bottle of pill a few days ago. Just one pill will give me eternal youth. Even if I go back, I will only look like a young man in his twenties. At that time, I won't be able to find any kind of girl. "Mai Liang let out a mischievous laugh. He felt his body was filled with motivation and his speed seemed to have increased.
Just as Ma Liang was feeling pleased with himself, two streaks of light suddenly appeared in the distance. In the blink of an eye, they were upon Ma Liang. One of the streaks of light shot past Ma Liang and stopped in front of the flying sword. It was a young man in his thirties with a gloomy expression. He grabbed the flying sword and threw it into his bag of holding without even looking at it. Then he turned around and stared at Ma Liang with a sinister expression.
At this moment, the other ray of light landed. It was a middle-aged man in black standing behind Mai Liang. He looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.
Mai Liang's expression changed and he cried out, "Xu Hao, Ge Yang!"
Mai Liang felt bitter inside. He had seen these two people from afar before, so he recognized them at a glance. These two were notorious people who loved to kill people and steal their treasures.
Mai Liang decisively tore off his bag of holding and threw it to Xu Hao. He begged, "Fellow cultivators, all of my gains over the years are here. Please take them, I just want to keep my life."
Xu Hao was taken aback. He scanned the storage pouch with his divine sense and glanced at Ma Liang. He smiled and said, "You're the most spineless person I've ever seen. However, you're also the most adaptable. Forget it, I'll let you go today.
Mai Liang let out a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to retreat, his expression suddenly changed and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. A flying sword had pierced through his chest. His body trembled and he could clearly feel his life slowly slipping away. He struggled to turn around and stared at Ge Yang. Blood flowed out of his mouth as he mumbled, "You …"
Ge Yang waved his hand and the flying sword flew back. He coldly said, "I didn't say I would let you go."
Xu Hao buzzed a few times and shook his head at the dying Mai Liang. He got up and followed. He knew that Ge Yang hated Mai Liang for giving him the bag of holding. He had an agreement with Ge Yang that the bag of holding belonged to whoever obtained it.
Xu Hao buzzed a few times, then shook his head at the dying Mai Liang. He got up and followed. He knew that Ge Yang hated Mai Liang for giving him the bag of holding. He had an agreement with Ge Yang that the bag of holding belonged to whoever had it, and no one could fight over it.
Mai Liang's consciousness was already blurred. His junior apprentice sister's figure appeared in front of him and he slowly closed his eyes.
Just at this moment, a huge spatial crack appeared next to Mai Liang's body and a powerful divine sense charged out.
Just at this moment, a spatial rift appeared next to Mai Liang's body and a powerful divine sense charged out.
The moment the divine sense appeared, it paused for a bit and then immediately entered Mai Liang's body. After a long time, Mai Liang suddenly opened his eyes and two rays of light flashed across his eyes.
The wound on his chest rapidly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon recovered to its original state. An extremely cold voice came from his mouth.
"Teng Huayuan, I, Wang Lin, have returned!
Divine sense, return! "
In an instant, all of Wang Lin's divine sense in the foreign battleground, whether it was in someone else's bag of holding, refined by someone else, or being robbed by someone else, all of them began to tremble.
Strands of divine sense came from all over the foreign battleground, from magical treasures, bags of holding, and people's bodies. They all desperately gathered toward where Wang Lin was.
A never-before-seen panic appeared in the hearts of all the cultivators in the foreign battleground who had obtained divine senses.
(Today, according to the promise, I updated 6,000 words to summon monthly votes. This is the first month of the new book. Can you give me some face?
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(To be continued)