Chapter 114: Divine Sense_1
“What’s there to teach about the Fireball Technique…”
After spending four or five days and practicing the Fireball Technique a hundred times, Mo Hua was stunned.
He thought he had almost learned it, but Old Kui’s words implied that he actually hadn’t learned anything at all…
“Grandpa Gui, then what other spells will you teach me?”
Mo Hua was somewhat expectant.
“No need to teach spells, the Fireball Technique is enough,” Old Kui said.
Completely baffled, Mo Hua asked, “Then what are you teaching me?”
Old Kui did not answer but asked a question instead:
“The first key point of using a spell is what?”
“You learn the spell first?” Mo Hua ventured.
“That’s the foundation, not the key point. The first key point is that you must hit your enemy. No matter how powerful a spell is, if it doesn’t hit the enemy, it might as well not exist; learning it is a waste of time,” Old Kui said.
Mo Hua suddenly realized but also felt that this was somewhat self-evident.
“If you want to hit someone with a spell, what is it that you rely on?” Old Kui continued.
“Divine Sense,” Mo Hua replied.
“Why?”
After a moment’s thought, Mo Hua said:
“The execution of a spell relies on Divine Sense, casting depends on Divine Sense, and after a spell is cast, its trajectory is controlled by Divine Sense too. Hence, if a spell is to hit someone, it relies on Divine Sense as well.”
Old Kui nodded in agreement, “The world in Divine Sense is different from the world seen with the naked eye. You know that, right?”
Mo Hua nodded.
The world seen with the naked eye has clear outlines and a wealth of delicate colors.
However, when a Cultivator releases their Divine Sense, what they perceive is a void of whiteness, where the objects lose their concrete outlines and only the states of Spiritual Power remain.
In other words, the world in a Cultivator’s Divine Sense is like a blank piece of paper with colorful daubs of Spiritual Power.
What Divine Sense perceives is not the specific appearance of objects, but rather the more essential state of Spiritual Power in those objects.
Old Kui continued, “If a spell requires the guidance of Divine Sense, then to hit the target, the Divine Sense must ‘see’ it first.”
“Then, Grandpa Gui, can’t we use our eyes to see?” Mo Hua asked.
“Eyes are too easily deceived. It’s very foolish for Cultivators to rely only on sight,” Old Kui said.
Mo Hua nodded.
With a casual pinch, Old Kui had a narrow, jade-green bamboo leaf falling between his fingers.
“From thirty feet away, hit this bamboo leaf with the Fireball Technique.”
Mo Hua worried that the Fireball Technique might harm Old Kui, but considering the gap in their Cultivation, he tactfully kept his concerns to himself.
His Fireball Technique probably wouldn’t even be enough to warm Old Kui’s hands…
Mo Hua stepped back thirty feet, released his Divine Sense, and in the world of Divine Sense, everything was a void of whiteness. The bamboo leaf floated in midair, showing a faint green Spiritual Power shadow.
But in this world of whiteness, Old Kui’s figure was absent.
Mo Hua knew this was because of their great disparity in Divine Sense.
The weaker one’s Divine Sense, the less able they are to glimpse a Cultivator with powerful Divine Sense.
“Grandpa Gui, here I come.”
After Mo Hua spoke, he activated the Fireball Technique, targeting the Spiritual Power shadow of the bamboo leaf in his Divine Sense.
The Fireball Technique hit the bamboo leaf, burning that piece of jade-green into ash, yet Old Kui, who was pinching the leaf, remained wholly unharmed.
Old Kui flicked his fingers and grasped another bamboo leaf.
This time he loosened his grip, and the leaf between his fingers began to drift, floating and dancing in the air with the wind.
“Hit this one with the Fireball Technique.”
Mo Hua found this challenging, but still he focused intently, following the trajectory of the leaf with his Divine Sense, and then cast the Fireball Technique.
The Fireball flew into the air, barely missing the leaf without hitting it.
“Do you know why you didn’t hit it?”
Mo Hua scratched his head, “Is the leaf flying too fast?”
With a casual wave of his hand, Old Kui conjured a gust of wind within the room, the wind sweeping up several bamboo leaves and whirling them through the air at high speed.
Old Kui flicked his fingertips, launching a spark, which then soared upwards, chasing after the leaves in the air.
No matter how the bamboo leaves danced, they were eventually caught up by the sparks, pierced one by one, and turned to ashes.
Mo Hua was dumbstruck.