High above the crimson dunes of the Scorched Badlands, invisible waves of divine spiritual pressure swept through the upper atmosphere at rhythmic intervals, leaving faint scarlet ripples across the clouds.
Every three minutes, a sharp scrying pulse descended from the weeping crimson eye burning on the northern horizon, washing over the red clay flats like a fine iron sieve designed to detect the energetic resonance of high level cultivators.
Inside Ye Chen’s mind, the crystalline violet panels of System V2.0 flickered with rapid, jagged warning lines, tracking each atmospheric sweep with cold mathematical precision.
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[V2.0 THREAT RADAR: HIGH-ORDER SCRYING DETECTION]
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SOURCE: LOR
