Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 310: End of Phase

The ensuing days within the Pocket Realm descended into utter, intensifying mayhem.

Sporadic clashes at the Ancestral Tree's base evolved into an all-out, unyielding conflict. Participants streamed in from outer areas, lured by the nonstop blasts of Qi, agonized screams, and brilliant flares of combat arts.

Arriving weary, smeared with grime and gore, their gazes burned with desperation—they realized the wooden beasts had nearly vanished. No more simple prey for points lingered. Snatching scores from fellow contenders was now the sole path to the subsequent stage.

The open space encircling the massive tree transformed into a brutal killing ground.

From his perch high above, Kyrian watched it all unfold, lounging on that broad limb with legs dangling idly in the void. His emerald eyes, marked by blade-like pupils, absorbed each scene impassively. Betrayals shattered freshly formed bands in mere moments. Disciples lurked in darkness, poised to ambush the fatigued. Fleeting pacts sparked and crumbled in heartbeats.

His score crept upward steadily, not through personal hunts, but via occasional interventions safeguarding Mo Tianhai and his allies. Every unseen takedown boosted his leaf's tally. It now read 6.012 points—a staggering lead. Huo Ling, the runner-up, hit 3.000 points through savage triumphs yet trailed hopelessly behind Kyrian’s dominance.

The final week in the Pocket Realm drenched everything in carnage.

Mo Tianhai alongside Verdant Sword Sect comrades battled with unyielding ferocity. Outskirts beasts fell to them, but chiefly, they culled rivals from inferior realms. Mo Tianhai held 1.900 points, a strong rank. Mo Xia, Long Xue, Shen Yu, and Wu Jian hovered close, ranging from 1.400 to 1.700 points. Awareness of Kyrian’s distant guardianship fueled their all-out assaults.

Perched tree-high, Kyrian lent swift aid as needed. A stealthy sword intent slice in one spot, a targeted blow elsewhere—precisely calibrated to rescue allies while evading notice. Such actions chiefly uplifted the Verdant Sword Sect overall. Stronger group showings meant soaring sect renown.

At last, the deadline arrived.

In the first phase's closing day, a vivid emerald radiance erupted from the Ancestral Tree. Surviving entrants got wrapped in its glow and whisked to the Central Plateau.

Kyrian materialized among the earliest. He touched down steadily on the arena ground, black robe pristine amid the turmoil. Moments later, Mo Tianhai and companions emerged, drained yet surviving with solid scores.

The Ancient Forest Sect Leader drifted to the platform's heart, hovering over the immense tree elders had sprouted at the rite's start. He lifted a timeworn wooden tablet, channeling Qi into it. The tablet blazed brightly.

"I offer my congratulations to all who managed to remain until the end of the first phase." He announced, his voice echoing throughout the plateau.

"But not all will continue to the next and final phase of the Domain Gathering. Only the one hundred disciples with the highest number of points will participate in the next phase."

All eyes shifted to the massive golden ranking suspended in the heavens.

From roughly four hundred starters, just a hundred would proceed.

Kyrian glanced skyward. First position was his by a vast chasm. Mo Tianhai ranked 38th, a stellar spot. Fellow Verdant Sword Sect members filled 45th through 78th. Unquestionably, this marked the sect's pinnacle achievement ever.

Chaos erupted across the plateau. Disqualified souls heaved sorrowful sighs. Qualifiers leaped and roared in triumph.

Amid fifty minor domains, the mid-tier Verdant Sword Sect shone spectacularly, courtesy of Kyrian and his team. Whispers about them ignited like brushfire.

"An average sect producing a monster like Kyrian... that’s unbelievable!"

"They entered the top 100 with five disciples! That has never happened before!"

"The Verdant Sword Sect is going to gain a lot of attention after this."

The Ancient Forest Sect Leader pressed on.

"Everyone will have today and the entire next day to rest. After that, the final phase of the Domain Gathering will begin."

Kyrian trailed Mei Ran and Feng Yuan to the Green Sword Tree, their sect's allotted quarters.

Upon stepping into the main chamber, Feng Yuan slapped Kyrian’s shoulder repeatedly with hearty thumps, bellowing laughter brimming with pride.

"Good! Good! Good! You have my congratulations!" he exclaimed, his voice full of satisfaction.

"You truly represented the sect very well. I could not be happier!"

A rare gentle smile graced Mei Ran’s face as she nodded beside him.

"It was an exceptional performance. Especially you, Kyrian. And all of you." she praised, her eyes sweeping over the group.

The leader and elder’s words filled Mo Tianhai and the rest with immense joy. Pride beamed across their faces. For disciples from a mid-tier sect like theirs, advancing this far felt like a dream turned reality.

A bit longer they chatted, reminiscing about the trial’s highlights. Then Feng Yuan’s expression turned grave as he declared.

"The next phase is always the same, it will be one-on-one battles. I am confident in all of you. Fight with all your strength and show your talents."

He paused briefly, his gaze lingering on each one.

"In the coming days, envoys from fourth-level sects will likely arrive. If any of these envoys take a liking to you, you will have the chance to be recruited into those forces. This will benefit you, as you will enter a much larger world, and it will benefit the sect, which will gain valuable connections. So fight with everything you have."

Though Kyrian already belonged to the Blood Court, the others joining fourth-level sects would prove a boon for all. He nodded quietly in full accord.

Excitement surged through everyone as they nodded and headed back to their rooms to rest and restore their power.

Kyrian stepped into his quarters, settled on the balcony, and gazed upon the floating city ablaze with countless spiritual glows. The Domain Gathering was nowhere near its end.