Published: February 7, 2025
Chapter:
Mental Field!
Ye Zhongming discovered that a mental field had appeared around his body.
Within this mental field, Ye Zhongming found that he could manipulate certain things in a subtle manner.
A larger piece of dust flew over and entered the mental field. Ye Zhongming immediately noticed it; with just a slight movement of his mind, that dust was knocked away by an invisible force, not knowing where it ended up.
This made Ye Zhongming playful, and he began to wander in his mental field without restraint, touching and moving anything he could find.
However, he quickly realized that the abundant mental energy he had was depleting rather quickly. It seemed that such behavior couldn't be done frequently.
Ye Zhongming also discovered that smaller particles of dust could be moved by his mental power, but larger objects could not. The largest item he managed to move just now was a wooden cup on the table, which he only shifted half a centimeter, and this used up dozens of points of mental energy.
This mental field seemed useless and lacked any offensive capabilities. When used as a special ability, it was also not very effective. However, Ye Zhongming had a different perspective. The greatest function of this mental field was its extreme sensitivity to everything within it.
Just imagine, during a battle with someone, Ye Zhongming could predict the enemy's movements accurately in advance by observing the subtle motions of their muscles, small movements of their body, and even their inertia. There were even moments when he could influence the enemy's actions using his mental power. That would be a terrifying ability.
But Ye Zhongming also knew that everything was just beginning; the mental field had just emerged, and its range was not extensive. It would mostly be helpful during close combat. He hoped to expand this mental field in the future, forming his own ‘domain’.
Feeling hunger in his abdomen, Ye Zhongming stepped out of the tent and saw that the entire camp was bustling under the illumination of several large bonfires.
Ye Zhongming couldn’t communicate with others either. Although he had learned the great thousand soul refining technique, he hadn’t reached the level of direct mental communication like Afo.
Fortunately, the camp was not large, and soon Ye Zhongming found Afo. The elder looked slightly better and was discussing something with two hunting team leaders.
When Afo saw Ye Zhongming approaching, his eyes lit up, and he felt much friendlier. After taking a closer look at Ye Zhongming, he smiled and said, “Do you know how long you’ve been in the ego-loss meditation state? Three days of falling sand, a full three days of falling sand! Almighty god, I have never seen anyone maintain the ego-loss meditation state for three days on their first attempt! Huh?"
Afo intended to pat Ye Zhongming on the back, but as soon as his hand got close, he exclaimed in surprise.
“You, you actually have a field?!”
This was clearly recorded in the great thousand soul refining technique; the emergence of a field meant that one had entered the door of this secret method.
The term "entry" seemed simple, but many had been defeated by it. To not mention others, just Afo himself took over a hundred days of falling sand after entering the ego-loss meditation to produce a field, and its strength was clearly not as good as Ye Zhongming's!
“Genius, you are truly a genius. Only a genius can explain the things happening to you.”
Afo sighed, genuinely impressed. He felt that Ye Zhongming's talent was unprecedented.
Ye Zhongming didn’t care much about being called a genius. In fact, it was likely due to his already strong mental energy. Thus, practicing the great thousand soul refining technique was more effective for him.
But he had been in meditation for three days? Ye Zhongming was shocked. The days of falling sand Afo mentioned were a way of counting time for posthumous children, similar to an hourglass on Earth. Each day of falling sand should be roughly equivalent to one day on Earth.