The world spun as endless memories, illusions, and space seemed to be stretched and shortened. Bruno only felt as if countless things were flashing past before his eyes and then disappearing.
"This … Is this the feeling of Heaven's Perception?"
Fang Xingjian's figure slowly appeared, "Feel it well. This is the feeling of Heaven's Perception."
Bruno let out a moan, feeling that his brain and limbs were extremely relaxed. It was as if there were all sorts of warm currents flowing into his body. As for what happened next, he had no memory at all.
Fang Xingjian waved his hand in front of the other party's face. After seeing that the other party had no reaction, he pushed open the screen at the side and walked out from a door.
The moment he walked out, Robert, who was also wearing a black robe, walked over and asked nervously, "How was it?"
Fang Xingjian immediately took off his clothes, changed into a new set of clothes, and put on his mask. At the same time, he said, "It's settled. Later on, go in and pretend to be me. If I don't rush over in six hours, send him out. There shouldn't be a problem. "
Robert stuck his head out to look at Bruno, who was in the room. Seeing that the other party was in a daze and would occasionally laugh foolishly, he asked, "What did you give him to eat? Did you get it from Netherworld Valley? "
"I wanted to get some non-lethal and non-addictive things from them, like some hallucinogenic poisonous mushrooms or something." Fang Xingjian tidied his clothes and said calmly, "But I saw something good with them."
"What is it?" Robert asked curiously.
Fang Xingjian smiled and said, "In my hometown, this thing is called big."
…
The black-robed man followed behind the golden-masked (fake) man, taking many turns in the passageway. After about two minutes, the black-robed leader suddenly came to a stop and said coldly, "You've been to this place before."
"Are you going in circles with me?"
His voice was filled with a baleful aura and killing intent. It was as if the surrounding space would turn into a river of blood in an instant.
The (fake) golden-masked man's body froze. In order to leave enough time for Bruno and Fang Xingjian, he naturally wanted to delay for a while. However, the black-robed leader's words had caused him to freeze in fright.
It was because the Conferred Knight's aura was too astonishing. In that instant, the (fake) golden-masked man felt as if there was blood gushing out from his nostrils. The smell of blood, which seemed to have materialized, was too terrifying.
Just as he was in a daze from shock, Ferdinand walked over and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, this person might not be familiar with the structure of the buildings here. Sir, let me bring you over."
Looking at the black-robed man who had left with Ferdinand, the (fake) man with the golden mask slowly exhaled and took off his mask, revealing Anthony's face.
"This guy... His aura is too strong. Is this a Conferred Knight? It seems that the Headmaster has never shown his true abilities in front of us. "
Ferdinand had naturally rushed over after receiving the news that Fang Xingjian had settled the matter. He brought the black-robed leader to a secret room, and when he opened it, the masked Fang Xingjian was already sitting inside.
Finally, at the final moment, Ferdinand could not help but feel a little relaxed.
However, he knew that it was precisely at this moment that he could not afford to relax. He kept his cool, bowed, and said, "Then I won't disturb the two of you anymore. I'll come back six hours later."
As he left, the black-robed leader looked at Fang Xingjian and said calmly, "You're the one who bid for the skull?"
"That's right." Fang Xingjian did not show any signs of weakness in terms of aura. He pointed to the table and said, "Then let's begin."
Sensing the parietal bones on the table before him, Fang Xingjian's heart stirred slightly. Under the black-robed leader's gaze, he slowly pressed his hand on the parietal bones, and then continued to focus his attention on it.
Gradually, he felt as if his consciousness had drifted out of his body, and there seemed to be countless pieces of information gushing toward him from the surrounding void space.
Temperature... Light... Air composition... Color... Humidity...
These were just the most basic ones. As more and more information gushed toward Fang Xingjian's brain, the darkness in his eyes seemed to shatter with a loud rumble, and the countless pieces of information once again formed a new vision in his mind.
A vision that was even more detailed, clearer, and more useful than the naked eye.
'Is this Heaven's Perception? '
The countless pieces of information contained in the ether particles continued to gush into his brain, but he did not feel any discomfort. The tremendous amount of information that was rumored to be able to drive a person crazy, the tremendous amount of information that could make one extremely confused, Fang Xingjian felt that he was not affected in the slightest.
It was because his sword arts talent was the best in the world, and the attributes that sword arts required, such as fortitude, courage, and determination, were things that he had long since possessed and were very strong in.
At the next moment, his vision seemed to change once again. Fang Xingjian looked at his Stats Window and felt as if there were countless white spots of light flashing in his mind.
'Are these... skill seeds? '
Heaven's Perception. After entering the second transition, one would be able to understand their own body better through the information transmitted from the ether particles.
He would even be able to see the skill seeds in his mind, with each light spot representing a skill.
Fang Xingjian could sense that the brightest spot in the middle was flashing with endless silver light. That was the mental cultivation method, Universal Sword Dominance Lunisolar.
Next to him, the one that was slightly dimmer was the Waves, Sonido Sword Zephyr Waves.
And among the other light spots, the brightest one was the Supreme Mistwind Sword, which was circling around them.
As for the rest of the starlight, they were the various sword techniques that he had learned.
It was said that after reaching the second transition, not only would one be able to see the existence of these skill seeds, but they would also be able to control these skill seeds as if they were controlling computer information, deleting or synthesizing them.
Deleting meant forgetting these skill seeds, while synthesizing meant adding a supplementary skill to the main skill, combining the two skills into one. The synthesized skill would be the main skill, and the special effects of the supplementary skill would be mutated. Of course, the two synthesized skills had to be at the maximum level.
The success rate of synthesizing was related to the ether particles' sensory abilities. Of course, regardless of success or failure, the supplementary skill would disappear or be forgotten.
When Fang Xingjian heard this for the first time, he felt that those in the first transition were like ordinary players who could only train and level up silently.
And those in the second transition were like cheating players, already able to control a portion of the data in their Stats Window.
Of course, this was just an analogy. After all, this was the real world and not a game.
The Killing techniques of Huang Lin, the First Prince, and the Headmaster were clearly terrifying skills that had been synthesized countless times.
This was especially so for the First Prince. The secret manuals of the Ancient Path of Hell recorded countless ultimate Killing techniques that could only be obtained after synthesis. Each of them had astonishing prowess, and this was what he relied on to suppress countless experts single-handedly.
And Garcia's Warriors like Mumukeya did not have any legacies and could only rely on themselves to figure things out. Their abilities were worlds apart from the Empire's Conferred Knights.
Looking at the hundreds of dazzling skill seeds, Fang Xingjian smiled. After reaching the second transition, his sword arts talent would be able to be unleashed at an even more terrifying level.
Other people would be working hard to cultivate their skills, hesitating on whether or not to synthesize them. They would be overjoyed if they succeeded, then disheartened if they failed, and continue to research the history of synthesizing different skills.
Fang Xingjian would definitely be crazily smashing his sword arts skills into them. Because his cultivation speed was fast enough, he was not worried that the synthesis would fail.
He could not wait to smash his skills into the Ether Sword Ripples and Supreme Mistwind Sword.
'It's a pity that I'm only experiencing the feeling of Heaven's Perception and not the real Heaven's Perception. I can sense the existence of the skill seeds, but I can't really control them.
'Everything will have to wait until I've completed the second transition.
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