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Chapter 564 - 180: Just a Passing Magical Girl
After all, the Disaster Strategy Bureau’s defense against S-level Disaster Beasts is quite strong, and they would typically send Magical Girls to suppress any A-level Disaster Beasts showing signs of advancement.
Only when some Disaster Beasts break through to S-level during battle would the Magical Girls be forced to go Full Bloom...
A breeze blew past as Zi Yuan scanned her surroundings.
The environment of the Curse Realm is far from picturesque and serene; instead, it is barren and harsh, with flying sand and rolling stones.
There is no sign of life; occasionally, you might see a river, but instead of water, it flows with curses.
Zi Yuan spread her Magic Power, intending to fully explore her surroundings, only to find that her Magic Power could not extend beyond ten kilometers.
The curses constantly contaminated her magical perception.
This is the limitation of magical perception.
In the golden age, the possible targeting of traditional Magical Girl methods by various enemies is bound to increase, and the essence of magical perception is still the fine detail of Magic Power, which, once everyone is capable of using such a foundation, becomes easily influenced.
Relying solely on magical perception to fight high-level battles is no longer enough—for example, situations like being bullied in the Curse Realm.
Or, in the future, to be ridiculed for being too reliant on magical perception like the Cyan Cloud Sect—such a humiliating scenario, etc.
This must absolutely be nipped in the bud.
Fortunately, ever since realizing the innate deficiencies in the Catastrophe Dragon, Zi Yuan began to use her little tricks.
Exploring the Tao with three thousand questions, lost in visions each day, searching between the Primordial Cosmos and Chaotic Cosmos, meeting rulers, then leaping out of the ocean of light and void to watch the battles of Dao Fruit masters from the supreme battleground of Origin Star up close.
Now, the answer to the ultimate supreme path was laid out before her, like the first exam question on a freshly grilled sausage—
It was time for Divine Sense to make an appearance, Zi Yuan pondered.
With this thought, the seed of Dao within her suddenly exerted force.
[Celestial Grade Spell: Mu Jin’s Tear]!
With the foundation bolstered by the elder emperor, the profound art of space coordinated with her magical perception to push her perception beyond the initial ten kilometers further.
It turned out that for cultivators, the necessity of Divine Sense was undeniable.
Although far from Zi Yuan’s vision of Divine Sense, setting the foundation on Spatial Power is the correct direction for developing Divine Sense.
The impression of Mu Jin, once only known for being daft and crying, now seemed like "Endurance not solely from clear tears, I cleanse disaster winds and wash away sin’s dust."
Mu Jin was truly useful.
Efforts to further develop the spatial great path must be increased.
Zi Yuan sighed as the false Divine Sense rapidly probed further outward.
The feedback of the surrounding environment was entirely a pitch-black curse.
Every inch of land within the Curse Realm was saturated with filth.
She extended her hand, pouring Magic Power into the sky.
Purple magic clouds, resembling the previous gray fog, began to diffuse across the sky—
This place was simply too dirty, triggering her obsessive cleanliness.
As the purple lightning began to scurry across the sky, all the pitch-black curses on the ground started to agitate.
These curses, with a life of their own.
She could even feel the ground writhing beneath her.
Looking down, countless bugs surged from the ground, attempting to burrow into her body.
Mighty thunder fell from the sky!
Centered on Zi Yuan, violent plasma exploded, forming a thousand-foot-diameter sea of roiling lightning!
Countless strands of blue-purple ionized flames stretched, twisted, and bounced, hissing in the air!
The ground’s soil, rocks, gravel, and even the squirming mass of grubs were instantly engulfed in the plasma, repeatedly melting!
Until everything transformed into a glass-like, blazing magma, with white Light Cannons on its surface, continuously bulging and bursting, spraying blinding electric fire, filling the air with the sharp, stinging smell of ozone, and the scorching, cracked scent of burned steel and protein.
Zi Yuan stood amidst it, with purple-gold plasma reaching her ankles. Each step she took pulled up countless struggling strands of lightning that crawled across her, bursting into finer sparks of fire on her petite and delicate figure.
With every step, the thunder in the sky roared, crazily spreading and expanding!
Intense thunder cascaded from the sky like a waterfall, piercing the heavens and earth!
For now, let’s clean up the ground surface.
She thought so as she proceeded, enveloped in an overwhelming force of thunder.
"Magical Girl?"
Suddenly, an ancient voice questioned, piercing through the shriek of thunder, reaching the ears of the girl within.
She halted her steps, tilting her head slightly.
A thoroughly wrapped old man crouched to embrace the previously melted Disaster Beast—though only some ashes remained, he carefully cradled them as if holding a treasure.
"You are a Magical Girl, correct? I am the witness of the Curse Realm, also an envoy communicating with all the Old World."
Yet, there was no response.
The old man looked up, watching as the terrors of thunder continuously poured down, but the wave of thunder plasma surged past him without penetrating his body.
It seemed to be awaiting his speech.
In the eyes of those within the Curse Realm, curses are the most terrifying elements of this world.
Yet, when he looked up toward the magnificent, vast thunder, the seemingly endless power of the heavens and earth.
Under such magnificent natural might, he felt his own insignificance and powerlessness.
Only then did he suddenly realize.
Ah, this is what’s truly a natural disaster.
A walking calamity.
More terrifying, more direct, more straightforward, more efficient than a curse.
Even the most terrifying curse seemed insignificant under this thunder, reduced to a trivial, gentle affliction...
"Magical Girl," the old man murmured, "why did you kill the leader of the Curse Realm?"