High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 275: Chapter 167: King-level Assassination (3)

It was not a destructive impact, but rather a gentle yet irresistible tide, spreading out in all directions from the small Primordial Spirit at the center of his Sea of Consciousness.

RUMBLE— A muffled, thunder-like roar seemed to echo within his Sea of Consciousness, but it was merely a perception of his soul.

The vast ’space’ was forcibly expanded on a plane invisible to the naked eye.

Its once-clear boundaries seemed to be pushed outward by an invisible, giant hand, growing both more indistinct and far more vast.

At the center of his Sea of Consciousness, the small, cross-legged Primordial Spirit began to undergo a stunning transformation.

It was no longer a five-foot-tall figure composed of a solid, jade-like halo.

As the pure, immense Spiritual Power flooded in, the small Primordial Spirit seemed to absorb a kind of fundamental energy. Its entire form began to stretch, expand, and solidify.

It was as if time had been drastically compressed upon it. In his mind’s eye, he could clearly ’see’ it shooting up inch by inch like a bamboo sprout in spring. Its silhouette grew sharper, and its expression seemed to take on a deeper, more profound mystique. ℴℴ𝘮

Its gentle glow flared into a searing white during the sudden expansion, then slowly receded, settling into a more subtle yet resilient, pearlescent radiance.

Finally, as the torrent of Spiritual Power gradually subsided, his Sea of Consciousness returned to tranquility.

The small Primordial Spirit stood firmly at the core, now seven feet tall!

It floated there silently, appearing more substantial and solemn than ever. Though its eyes were closed, they seemed to contain a faint glimmer capable of perceiving all things.

Threads of nearly transparent energy, like a swirling Star River, circulated slowly within its body.

Li Wen slowly opened his eyes in the physical world. A profound gleam of light seemed to flash within them before they returned to a state of calm.

He immediately focused his mind, sensing the changes within.

His Primordial Spirit’s Perception Power spread out from him like quicksilver, flowing silently in every direction.

With a mere thought, he clearly grasped the characteristics of his perception:

’Precise coverage... a five-kilometer radius!’

’The outer limit for a rough scan... a fifty-li radius!’

This meant that while sitting perfectly still, he could detect the slightest disturbance and the faintest auras within a fifty-li radius. Nothing could escape him.

Especially within the core five-kilometer range, the path of a flitting insect, the trajectory of a single falling leaf, or the most subtle ripple of origin energy appeared as clearly as if viewed under a high-powered microscope.

Unless his target possessed a higher Primordial Spirit Realm and actively shielded or disguised themselves, it would be nearly impossible to escape his omnidirectional senses.

After confirming the significant enhancements to his Sea of Consciousness and Perception Power, Li Wen’s expression remained impassive, though a flicker of satisfaction passed deep within his eyes.

He took a single step, and his figure vanished from the meditation chamber.

He reappeared on the training grounds in the courtyard.

Without any earth-shattering fanfare, Li Wen appeared in the center of the open field.

The **Absolute Focus** he’d gained from [Scholar Lv. 14] was the ability he was most eager to test in real combat.

’Activate **Absolute Focus**,’ he thought.

In that instant, Li Wen felt the entire world fall silent. Or rather, the world had never been so ’clear’ to him before.

All his stray, complex thoughts were cut off as if by an invisible barrier.

The sound of the wind, the faint echoes of training in the distance, even the rush of his own blood—all fell silent.

All external distractions were stripped away to a bare minimum.

His entire consciousness—all his Perception Power, processing ability, and willpower—converged with an unimaginable degree of focus.

They focused entirely on himself, and... on the blade in his hand.

At that moment, the alloy training blade in his hand felt like the ultimate extension of his own body.

His sense of touch was magnified infinitely. Every subtle curve of the blade, its center of gravity, its weight distribution, the very elasticity of its material—all of it was fed back to his mind with absolute clarity.

He could even feel the texture of the hilt against his fingertips, and ’hear’ the incredibly faint, almost nonexistent hum of the air parting around the blade’s edge.

Mind, will, and energy—the three found their perfect point of convergence, instantly and seamlessly merging into one.

Without any need for a warm-up, he immediately began to practice the core blade forms of the Profound Dome Rainbow Silence Chapter.

His movements were not swift. He didn’t pursue thunderous speed, but instead moved with a slowness that bordered on stagnation.

Lifting the blade, channeling power, transitioning, chopping, flicking, piercing...

In his state of **Absolute Focus**, every single movement was forcibly broken down into countless, minuscule fragments.

Within each fragment, he repeatedly calibrated, adjusted, and refined. Was every inch of his arm muscles exerting force in perfect synergy?

Was the rotation of his core perfectly and flawlessly coordinated with his arms?

Was the path of force—transmitted from his heels into the earth, then channeled up through his spine, and finally concentrated at the blade’s tip—both smooth and precise?

Was the blade’s angle of attack cleaving the air to achieve maximum speed and cutting power with minimal energy expenditure?

How could he most evenly and potently coat every inch of the blade with origin energy as he moved?

He painstakingly tried to merge the profound intent of the Celestial Palace Form—the power to invoke spatial pressure and shatter the shackles of the sky—with this process rooted in perfect physics and control.

He was trying to find, within this absolute ’slowness,’ the critical point where that peerless, space-shaking power would erupt.

There were no brilliant flares of origin energy above the training grounds—only a single, almost obstinate figure, slowly moving and shifting its stance.

Yet the very space around him seemed to faintly distort, compressing and then abruptly relaxing. Time itself felt as if it were being forcibly stretched and folded.

Sweat silently soaked through his training uniform, and fine beads of it dotted his forehead. Yet his eyes remained as still as a deep pool, without a single ripple. There was only a focus so pure it was absolute, precisely forging his Blade Intent with every passing moment.

In this most tedious of ways, he was attempting to touch a deeper realm, one that pointed directly to the very origin of the Way of the Blade.