Chapter 170: Combat Power Detector

Mind-Reading?

At the banquet in the Imperial Palace of the Great Yan capital, everyone hearing of this divine ability for the first time instinctively felt it was miraculous.

To have such a divine ability, where the first layer alone allows one to understand others' inner emotions and thoughts, possessing foreknowledge.

Even more terrifying is that this divine ability has three layers.

If the first layer is so miraculous, would the effects of the second and third layers not be even more heaven-defying?

Seeming to understand the thoughts of those around him, Luo Yanmo sighed softly, "Buddhist divine abilities do not focus on killing, but only on cultivating the mind."

As he spoke, everyone could feel a faint sense of sorrow emanating from his heart.

Those around him still did not understand, so Liu Qingmeng said calmly, "The second layer of Mind-Reading allows others to understand one's heart."

"When others see you, their emotions toward you will flood back; the image of you they see in their eyes is their deepest perception of you."

"This is what is meant by: what a Buddha sees in the Buddha's eye is a Buddha, while what a shit-eye sees is shit."

"If others harbor hatred toward you in their hearts, they will feel that you also harbor hatred toward them; thus, they can constantly examine their own delusions and wipe away dust at all times."

"And the realm the Great Master has reached is the third layer of Mind-Reading, where others penetrate your heart."

"When in the third layer, others can see your emotions clearly; that is, the Great Master in your eyes is you in the Great Master's eyes."

"You just felt your mind was peaceful and instinctively thought the Great Master before you was a good person because the you in the Great Master's eyes is a good person."

Liu Qingmeng explained in a calm tone, yet those around her felt that the second and third layers of Mind-Reading were even more useless compared to the first layer.

But Fang Can felt this technique was actually quite suitable for monks to cultivate; as a person of the faith, one does not speak falsehoods, so if I let you constantly feel my emotions, you will know whether I have lied or not.

"Thank you, Lay Disciple Liu, for answering on behalf of this poor monk," said the High Monk Gao Seng. After Liu Qingmeng's explanation, everyone temporarily set their minds at ease and immediately tried to restrain their thoughts.

After all, the fellow before them possessed Mind-Reading; if they failed to hold back and a few curses popped into their minds to be heard, it would make both sides extremely awkward.

Not long after, Prince Qing of Taishan smiled and said, "Elder Luo, the Grand Competition is about to begin; please cast your spell to open the Fangcun Mountain."

The reason everyone had to wait for this monk was that the key to opening Fangcun Mountain was on his person.

Before each Grand Competition begins, the Fan Yin Precious Temple sends an elder of the Ascend to Heaven Path Realm carrying a token to the capitals of various nations, using the Buddha's vow power as an anchor to open the battlefield from afar.

"Excellent!" Luo Yanmo pressed his palms together, emitting a Zen sound from his mouth; immediately, blinding Jin Guang spread outward through his body.

Accompanied by the blinding halo piercing through his body, at this moment, the entire capital city was shrouded in light.

In the next instant, Fang Can heard a faint 【Ding】 in his ears, and his consciousness once again vaguely sensed a connection amidst the vastness.

Along with the connection in the sea of consciousness, everyone closed their eyes and felt their consciousness seemingly drawn to infinite heights, looking down upon the entire world from above.

Below, everyone could see with closed eyes the city buildings of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, each with different scenery.

These are the capitals of various nations, yet now reconstructed virtually through great magical power, forcibly stitched together into a volume of fully ten thousand square kilometers.

And within the virtual space, Fang Can looked up and saw dozens of martial artists standing densely packed around him, all competitors from the Great Yan side, except that numbers were displayed above each of their heads.

Fu Xiangyu: 【3542】

Wang Shaocheng: 【3315】

Yang Lisheng: 【4152】

Prince Qing opened his eyes, immediately withdrew his consciousness, and looked at Luo Yanmo in reality: "Great Master Luo, what are these numbers above their heads? This Prince has never seen them before."

He had participated in the previous dozen or so Grand Competitions, yet had never seen numbers above the competitors' heads.

"This is the latest result obtained by the Lord of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion through comprehending the ritual vessel 【Yongle Dadian】. Since the effects are not yet clear, it is being tested during this Grand Competition among the nations."

"Then what do these numbers mean?"

"These are real-time power data for each competitor derived by the Yongle Dadian through information synthesis, calculated with the average power of one Xuanguan layer as 100."

'My goodness, a combat power detector! It can work like this.' Looking at the numbers above everyone's heads, Fang Can's mouth corner twitched involuntarily.

If the power of one Xuanguan layer is 100, then the ordinary power of nine Xuanguan layers would be 900.

These martial artists who entered the Hidden Dragon List were all tall and strong; combined with body-hardening techniques, their muscle mass was several times that of ordinary martial artists, so reaching values of 3,000 or 4,000 was reasonable.

And once they unleashed life-risking techniques, the values above their heads floating around 10,000 would not be impossible.

'They are all quite good.' Fang Can looked at these combat power values of 3,000 or 4,000 above their heads, occasionally even approaching 5,000, and silently nodded in approval.

No wonder they are all outstanding figures of the Shed Mortal Flesh Realm; these values are indeed impressive.

But the martial artists around were not so calm; looking at the value above Fang Can's head, they fell completely silent.

Fang Can: 【10205】

Fu Xiangyu:...

Wang Shaocheng:...

Yang Lisheng:...

Seeing the five-digit value as high as that above Fang Can's head, everyone felt what a gap truly was.

Their combat power was under five thousand, yet this fellow's normal state was already over ten thousand; what point was there in fighting?

"Hey, Elder Luo, is there something wrong with these numbers?" a martial artist instinctively asked, only to receive disdainful glances from those around.

After all, once such a loser's question was asked, that person was completely a clown; losing half the battle before it even began.

"According to the Lord of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, the algorithm of this system has not yet been fully developed and cannot accurately describe the power of the Ascend to Heaven Path Realm; distortion may occur," Luo Yanmo said with a faint smile.

'So the values really are problematic?' those around instinctively thought, but then heard the Monk continue with a faint smile:

"However, lay disciples whose values are within a million can rest assured; currently, the values have not yet erred."

Everyone:...

Looking at the number above Fang Can's head, these people were completely convinced; what point was there in fighting? Just surrender directly.

Moreover, looking at Fang Can's physique, he was the smallest among them; how could his power reach over 10,000? Has this fellow really not reached the Ascend to Heaven Path?

Only Fang Can knew that after restructuring his body, his strength under the same body type could reach eight or nine times the intensity and hardness of the ordinary state.

Seeming to sense the dejection of the martial artists around, Luo Yanmo encouraged them, "Lay disciples, do not lose heart; these values can only test strength."

"Such things as techniques, inheritances, and weapons were not taken into account. As for the path of Martial Dao, without a trial, who could possibly say for certain?"

And with the Monk's encouragement, the crowd barely managed to muster a little spirit.

Meanwhile, Fang Can had long since gathered his mind, sat cross-legged with eyes closed to rest his spirit, preparing to compete.

(End of this chapter)