On the scroll, around the Bronze Soldier, there are strange black lines like webs, binding the Bronze Soldier. These black lines converge, forming a large "Imprint" character on the Bronze Soldier's abdomen.

This is exactly the Divine Sense Imprint that binds this Bronze Soldier Puppet. After thousands of years, the Divine Sense fluctuations are no longer as strong as they once were, yet it still might not be something Qin Yang can easily dispel with his current cultivation.

Back then, the cultivation of the one who imprinted this Bronze Soldier likely surpassed the Immortal Venerable Realm.

"No matter what, let's start trying to erase that Divine Sense Imprint."

Qin Yang was somewhat impatient to imprint his own Divine Sense onto this Bronze Puppet.

Buzz~!

Qin Yang closed his eyes, and from between his brows, a strand of Divine Sense surged out, entering the Divine Sense Imprint Space of the Bronze Soldier.

At the same time, Qin Yang's Divine Sense and consciousness also entered the Divine Sense Imprint Space of the Bronze Soldier.

This was an ancient altar. Standing on the altar was a three-zhang tall figure, the figure from the scroll—the Bronze Soldier.

Qin Yang's figure was relatively smaller.

At this moment, what differed from the scroll's Bronze Soldier was that the giant Bronze Soldier held a Cyan Peak Ancient Sword in one hand and a massive black shield in the other.

On that black shield, black flames swirled. Although over time the swirling black flames had lost their original might, they were still not to be underestimated.

At the center of the black flame shield, there was a large "Imprint" character. The black flame from the Black Rock Shield held by the Bronze Soldier dispersed, transformed through the Bronze Soldier's left arm into Black Flame Chains, wrapping around the Bronze Soldier's body.

"This shield is the key to the imprint left by that formidable person. As soon as it is broken, the Black Flame Chains on the Bronze Soldier will vanish, and the Divine Sense Imprint of that formidable person will be lifted, making this Bronze Soldier Puppet ownerless again."

Qin Yang's eyes flashed with light as he murmured.

"Let's begin."

There was a touch of excitement on Qin Yang's face. From between his brows, his Divine Sense surged out. In this space, Divine Sense was visible, emanating a faint starlight like a silver river.

"Divine Sense, Star Fist."

With a thought, Qin Yang transformed the starlight-emitting Galaxy Divine Sense into a massive silver Star Fist.

"Go."

With a light shout from Qin Yang, the massive silver Star Fist struck the Black Flame Shield.

Bam~!

The Star Fist collided with the Black Flame Shield, slight black flames splashed from the Black Rock Shield, yet the massive Black Flame Shield stood as steady as Mount Tai.

However, the Star Fist shattered from the recoil force.

Qin Yang certainly wouldn't think that he could smash the Black Flame Shield with one blow, as his current strength in Divine Sense was still relatively weak.

This Black Flame Shield, while an imprint formed by a strong person thousands of years ago, was still not easily conquered.

"Again!"

Qin Yang shouted lowly, re-gathered the shattered Divine Sense, and once more transformed it into a Star Fist, striking towards the Black Flame Shield.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

One by one, Star Fists struck the Black Flame Shield, shattering afterward.

The shattered Divine Sense was re-condensed by Qin Yang's manipulation, continuing the assault on the Black Flame Shield.

With each break of Divine Sense, Qin Yang's face paled slightly, as the shattering of Divine Sense bore some effect on him.

However, in the process, each time Qin Yang's Divine Sense was broken and reformed, it became slightly stronger.

After hundreds of bombardments, the Black Flame Shield still stood strong like a mountain. Yet, upon careful sensing, one could find the black flames on the shield had slightly diminished.

"This Divine Sense Imprint is far stronger than I imagined. At this rate, it might take a year to smash this Black Flame Shield."

Qin Yang lightly shook his head.

Actually, if his Divine Sense were strong enough, he could shatter this Divine Sense Imprint in an instant and imprint his own Divine Sense.

This situation isn't impossible; when two cultivators fight, if one has a stronger Divine Sense and seizes the other's treasure, they can erase the other's Divine Sense Imprint in an instant, imprinting their own, thus claiming the treasure immediately.

"This way won't work. I'll have to use a basic Spiritual Skill to hasten the destruction of this Black Flame Shield."

Qin Yang murmured, rested for a moment, and regained his Heart Power, returning his Divine Sense strength to its original state.

"Spiritual Skill, Sharp Cone Helical Wave!"

Qin Yang formed seals with his hands, shouted lowly, and the starlight-emitting Galaxy Divine Sense transformed into a rapidly spinning Sharp Cone Top in the air.

It then drilled towards the center of the Black Flame Shield like an electric drill.

Bam~!

The Sharp Cone Wave held for a breath's time on the Black Flame Shield, dispersing again, but clearly, the black flame sparks it stirred were more than the Star Fist effect.

"Continue! Sharp Cone Helical Wave!"

Qin Yang continued to perform the Spiritual Skill, re-condensing the shattered Divine Sense into a Sharp Cone Wave, drilling towards the center of the Black Flame Shield yet again.

"Again!"

"Continue...!"

"..."

In the Divine Sense Imprint Space, atop the altar, Qin Yang sat cross-legged, driving one fractured and re-formed Sharp Cone Wave after another to drill into the Black Flame Shield. From time to time, faint black flame points floated from the shield and then extinguished.

A whole night passed swiftly.

When Qin Yang opened his eyes again, it was already four in the early morning outside the window. The night was indeed dark. After hours of using the Sharp Cone Wave Spiritual Skill, the center of the massive black Black Flame Shield had a tiny, faint pit visible.

This small pit was precisely drilled out by the tip of Qin Yang's Sharp Cone Wave.

"To unlock the Divine Sense Imprint on the Bronze Soldier truly isn't a task of one day or night."

Qin Yang's eyes flashed with light, saying. Ultimately, his cultivation wasn't strong enough, and the Divine Sense matching his cultivation was also insufficiently powerful.

At this time, Qin Yang's face showed a trace of paleness, clearly indicating that using Divine Sense to erase another strong individual's Divine Sense Imprint was quite draining.

However, where there's a will, there's a way; he would eventually break this Divine Sense Imprint.

"Whew, let's rest for a while and continue tomorrow."

Qin Yang gently exhaled, stretched lazily, with a trace of fatigue on his face, and then lay on the bed, quickly falling into slumber.

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