Over a month went by in a flash.
Dull thunder rumbled, and rain fell in bead-like drops, pattering against the eaves.
"Haaa—"
Exhaling a turbid breath, Chen Che kept his eyes closed, focusing instead on his Divine Sense. Only an hour ago had he finally absorbed all the Power of Faith from within the Divine Statue.
The Divine Sense of a cultivator at the Golden Core Fourth Layer was roughly seventy thousand zhang.
At the Fifth Layer, it reached one hundred thousand zhang.
At the Sixth Layer, one hundred and fifty thousand zhang.
This single Thousand-Eyed Divine Statue had propelled his Divine Sense Level to 63% of the way through the Fifth Layer, reaching a range of about one hundred thirty thousand zhang and covering an area with a radius of nearly a thousand li. If he were to condense it into a single thread, it could extend for several thousand li.
