Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 275 - 275 275 Battle of Divine Sense Three Updates

275: 275: Battle of Divine Sense [Three Updates] 275: 275: Battle of Divine Sense [Three Updates] It was too bizarre.

Even Tang Feng, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, couldn’t help but have his hair stand on end.

He had thought about leaving.

But clearly, it was impossible.

The entire space had not a single flaw.

This was incredibly unbelievable for him.

In terms of mastery over formations, he was either the first or the second in the Immortal Realm, yet now he found himself trapped inside a small spatial formation.

If he couldn’t find the node of this space, he couldn’t imagine what the consequences would be.

He first entered the wooden house, which had two rooms; one room contained wooden chairs and a tea table, next to which there was a wooden rack with some items on it.

Tang Feng didn’t look closely.

He then entered the other room, which was even simpler, with only a wooden bed.

However, what was strange was the floor.

Every wooden floorboard was engraved with patterns.

Stepping on it felt like stepping on cotton, exceedingly comfortable.

How was this achieved?

To Tang Feng, it was very novel.

He couldn’t help but squat down, his hand touching the surface.

Hum!

His Divine Sense tightened, and he was pulled into another small space.

Ha—

After fifty thousand years, someone finally came.

The laughter almost stunned Tang Feng’s Divine Sense; it was that terrifying.

The figure that appeared before him was an old man, both old and thin, but his strength was terrifying.

Luckily, it was only Divine Sense.

With strong soul protection, Tang Feng wasn’t too worried.

At worst, his Divine Sense would be injured and he would faint for a while.

“Who might you be?”

Having once been an Immortal Venerable, Tang Feng couldn’t bow to other Cultivators, even if the other party was powerful.

“Eh!

Something’s off, you’re very off.”

The old man looked at Tang Feng, his eyes flashing intensely.

“You’re not a Cultivator from Earth?” the old man shockingly said.

Tang Feng was stunned; this was his biggest secret, how could this old man have seen through him?

“Old man, what nonsense are you spouting?” Tang Feng maintained his composure, waiting to see what the old man would say next.

“Humph!

Who exactly are you, daring to seize another’s body?” the old man snorted coldly.

Tang Feng felt a heavy hammer smash toward him, causing his Divine Sense to ache momentarily.

“Old man, you’re too presumptuous.” Tang Feng grew angry, although his Divine Sense was not as strong as that of the old man.

But his Soul Power was something the old man couldn’t compare with.

Using Soul Power would cause Tang Feng injury, and Cultivators typically wouldn’t use it unless they were in a life or death situation.

“Alien spying on the secrets of Huaxia, die!” the old man bellowed, his body flashing with runes, which wrapped around Tang Feng like thousands of threads.

“Pedantic.

No matter where one is from, the ultimate goal is to become stronger.

Old man, let me show you just how powerful an outsider can be.”

After drawing on Soul Power, Tang Feng’s body was surrounded by golden light, while the seven-layer Dao Platform surged Origin Power into his Divine Sense.

This was a very unexpected discovery.

When Tang Feng was in danger, the Dao Platform could automatically output energy.

Generally speaking, the energy of Divine Sense and that in the Dao Platform were completely different.

Now that it had transformed, how could Tang Feng not be pleased?

As the golden light dispersed, it forcefully suppressed everything.

The threads melted away as if ice met fire, quickly dissolving.

The old man looked on in shock at this occurrence, unable to do anything.

The fusion of Soul Power and Divine Sense, he had never seen such a thing.

How could this be possible!

Suddenly, the old man caught fire, ultimately transforming into a sheet of golden paper.

Eh!

What sort of trick was this?

Tang Feng, greatly perplexed by this old man who had thundered mightily but rained weakly, felt very frustrated.

He grabbed the golden paper in his hand.

Hum!

A soft sound, and then the golden paper suddenly fused into the palm of his hand.

Countless runes flashed out, revolving around Tang Feng.

In this process, Tang Feng naturally absorbed all the knowledge contained within these runes.

In the end, the runes converged into his palm, transforming into a rune seal.

Looking at his palm, there was a faint flow of Dao Rhythm.

This was a tremendous opportunity.

Understanding the strength of the runes, Tang Feng shook his head in relief.

If he had not been a special being who could use the Power of Soul, he might have been annihilated by that rune seal at that moment.

He had underestimated the power of the runes before.

When those runes upgraded to their most powerful state, they could shatter the heavens.

This was a completely new method, something Tang Feng had never heard of before.

It had to be said that the cultivators from Huaxia were extraordinarily brilliant.

Initially, there had not been such talents in the Cultivation World.

A single rune could become a tool, a single rune could become an elixir, a single rune could transform the heavens and the earth.

It was indeed profound.

Although Tang Feng now understood it all, he was merely a Second-level Rune Master and could only inscribe Second-level Talismans.

As for the highest level possible,

Tang Feng’s findings did not provide a specific description.

To think that a mere wooden floorboard was hiding a legacy, truly impressive.

After obtaining the runes, this seemingly perfect little space started showing numerous flaws.

Finding a node, he gently tapped it.

Bang!

The space collapsed, and Tang Feng flashed out.

Crack!

It was the sound of the floor breaking.

After his Divine Sense returned, Tang Feng looked down to see that only one piece had broken.

Touching the other parts of the floor, there were no more similar little spaces.

Returning to the living room, Tang Feng sat next to the coffee table and soon made a discovery.

There were inscriptions on the table, seemingly another little space.

Should he enter or not?

All in.

With one stroke of his hand, indeed a flash of golden light occurred, and Tang Feng’s Divine Sense was passively sucked in.

This time the little space was much larger than before.

And it was different, there was no old man, nor a Golden Book, only a sky full of rune seas.

An ocean of engravings turned into sea, Tang Feng could not imagine what kind of powerful being could have created such a potent space.

Tang Feng internally proclaimed his luck.

If he had entered here first, he might have gained nothing.

Having obtained the Rune Seal first though, the runes here had started to respond as soon as he entered.

His Dantian’s Foundation stirred.

His palm did not absorb these runes, but the eighth layer of the Dao Platform in the Foundation reacted.

These runes surged toward his Dantian, flowing onto the eighth layer of the Dao Platform.

One by one, the runes turned into specks of golden light, and when all the runes were absorbed, the Dao Platform was just completed.

Instantly, a piece of information flashed into his mind.

Rune Tower, a naturally occurring wonder, a single rune emerges, the universe manifests, a single rune retracts, all things cease!

Tang Feng gaped in amazement.

His Dao Platform, one layer more impressive than the next, he did not know what kind of existence a Golden Core formed in this manner would be.

Seeing the Rune Tower radiating a vast golden radiance, Tang Feng could only wryly smile.

Mysteriously, he had completed the eight layers of the Dao Platform.

How far could the last layer be?

Tang Feng had absolutely no clue; he organized the eight layers of the Dao Platform, respectively: a layer of Flame Sea, a layer of Vitality, a Thunderstorm Tower, a Witch God Altar, a Void Origin Realm, Swallowing Heaven, a Buddha Altar, and a layer of runes.

What would the ninth layer be?

He couldn’t guess; it was neither the Five Elements nor the Eight Trigrams, nor the Nine Palace, completely untraceable.

Tang Feng did not force it, letting everything take its natural course.

Walking out of the wooden house to the edge of the Lotus Pond, everything about the Lotus Pond now seemed less mysterious in his eyes, indeed there were things inside.