Su Xing frowned slightly upon seeing this and muttered:
"Damn, it must be Damned Zong's Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique that foresaw the danger ahead of time..."
"So he just chose to flee at once, huh?"
Su Xing inwardly cursed his miscalculation.
This Damned Zong had truly exceptional life-saving techniques. Su Xing had merely harbored some killing intent, and Damned Zong had dropped everything and run off.
"It seems, if I want to kill Damned Zong... I must first learn the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique!"
"The technique includes a method to shield one's destiny, which should be able to block Damned Zong's danger sense towards me..."
Su Xing murmured.
"It's just that I don't know to what extent Damned Zong has cultivated the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique?"
For a moment, Su Xing felt this to be quite a challenge and decided he should first get a grasp on the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique.
His gaze turned towards the simulation panel.
[Knowing that you cannot kill Damned Zong in a short time, you had no choice but to strategically retreat, fleeing to Great Xia's Kyoto with Luo Shuying.]
[You took out the more than one hundred thousand elixirs you had accumulated over the years, creating many strong figures for the Great Xia Military.]
[Afterward, you stayed in Kyoto, peacefully engaging in alchemy and researching secret techniques.]
[You temporarily abandoned the practice of Sword Control Technique, turning to study the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique instead.]
[Day by day passed with alchemy and cultivation, and two more years swiftly went by.]
[In the fourth year, you used up all the medicinal ingredients accumulated over the years, creating many more elixirs.]
[Knowing these elixirs would suffice to sustain Demon-Subduing Pass until the twenty-fifth year, you hence began to dedicate yourself to cultivation.]
[However, the practice of the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique was more difficult than you had imagined.]
[After two full years of practice, you still had not even entered the threshold of mastery.]
Su Xing muttered, somewhat unwilling to accept defeat.
His eyes returned to the simulation panel.
[After entering the threshold of the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique, you developed some special abilities.]
[From time to time, you could sense potential dangers and your heartbeat would accelerate when about to face danger.]
[This was very similar to the effects of your natural talent of sensing benefit and avoiding disaster...]
[At this point, you finally understood why Damned Zong was able to detect danger in advance.]
[You also understood why he had been able to survive hundreds of years in the fantasy world of Immortal Heroes and Martial Warriors; with this talent, it indeed was an invincible skill for preserving life.]
[Not sure to what extent Damned Zong had cultivated the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique, and being cautious, you didn't rashly search for Damned Zong, but chose to continue practicing this secret technique.]
[In the ninth year, your Divine Sense expanded to nine thousand zhang.]
[But your understanding of the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique was still at the beginner's level, and you kept practicing hard while praying for an epiphany.]
[In the monotonous pursuit of cultivation, another three years slipped by in the blink of an eye.]
[By the twelfth year, your Divine Sense had further increased, reaching nine thousand five hundred zhang!]
[Yet, as a result of taking too many Soul Condensing Pills, your body had accumulated a lot of pill toxins, causing you to occasionally experience auditory hallucinations.]
[But you didn't care about this, continuing to study the Diagram of Wishful Visualization and cultivating the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling secret technique every day.]
[In the thirteenth year, your Divine Sense increased to nine thousand six hundred zhang.]
[With continued observation of the Diagram of Wishful Visualization, you felt a subtle variation in your Divine Sense.]
[Apart from a significant increase in your Divine Sense range, you began to perceive minute changes in tiny objects thousands of zhang away.]
[The pattern on a fly's wing ten thousand meters away, or the frequency at which a butterfly flutters its wings.]
[You felt joy in your heart, knowing that the second stage of Divine Sense, the Entry to the Microcosm, was not far off!]
[What gave you a headache, though, was that the progress in the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique was still slow; the years of practice had merely made your sense of danger more acute.]