Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 325: Last Day in the Verdant Sword Sect

At the brink of the Central Plateau, Kyrian watched as the floating city shifted dynamically around him.

Feng Yuan and Mei Ran had headed off to confer with the Leader of the Ancient Forest Sect on bureaucratic affairs, protocol for the gathering, logging the outcomes, and possibly a couple of discussions regarding prospective alliances. Kyrian hadn't sought any particulars. Those things were beyond his interest.

Remaining solitary, he leaned against a colossal root of the mighty ancestral tree that reached right to the plateau's verge.

Beneath him, the floating city thrummed with vibrant energy. Disciples of diverse sects traversed the hanging bridges, bearing arms, parchments, and provisions. Certain squads were already setting off, with compact aerial vessels launching from dispersed platforms across the city, ferrying competitors back to their territories.

With serene eyes, Kyrian took in the entire scene.

A gentle breeze wafted by, bearing aromas of vital timber and spirit herbs. The heavens stretched in an endless profound azure. It marked a splendid day for departure.

Thirty minutes elapsed.

Feng Yuan and Mei Ran at last came back, striding together. The Verdant Sword leader's expression was grave, yet a subtle gleam of contentment shone in his gaze. Mei Ran appeared more composed than before, as though the gravest trials lay behind them.

"It’s time." Feng Yuan declared upon reaching Kyrian.

Kyrian gave a nod.

Feng Yuan activated his spatial ring. With a sudden gleam, the flying ship materialized ahead, hovering lightly over the timbered surface. This was the identical vessel that had transported them to the assembly, though it now felt vastly more spacious. Devoid of the five disciples who had ventured to the Gray Blade Sect, its interior lay vacant.

The trio boarded with nimble grace.

At the prow, Feng Yuan assumed command. Mei Ran settled next to him, hands folded in her lap. Kyrian proceeded to the aft and took a seat by himself, back braced against the ship's railing.

A soft hum emanated from the ship's spiritual engine.

Thus, their voyage home commenced.

Rapidly ascending, the flying ship left the floating city in its wake. Kyrian glanced rearward as the metropolis dwindled, its towering trees shrinking to tiny emerald specks amid the clouds. The immense ancestral tree radiated like a golden beacon on the distant skyline.

Minutes later, the city vanished from sight entirely.

The homeward path unfolded tranquilly. The vessel sliced through the firmament at a consistent pace, gliding above lush woodlands, frost-capped summits, and vales where shimmering streams twisted like silvery threads.

They traversed lands of numerous minor realms. Kyrian identified a few from distinctive peak shapes or earthly sigils—zones for beast hunts, fields growing spirit herbs, and modest bastioned settlements.

Slowly, the sun arced from dawn to dusk across the vault.

Moments slipped away.

At length, the terrain grew recognizable. The jagged peaks encircling the Verdant Sword domain loomed on the horizon, cloaked in gnarled pines, with profound chasms where spirit fog pooled.

Gently, the ship began its descent.

Kyrian spotted the sect sprawled below: somber timber edifices, drill yards, and assorted facilities.

In the yards, disciples lifted their gazes toward the inbound ship. Some gestured skyward, while others dashed off to alert the elders.

The ship lingered briefly over the heart of the grounds, then alighted steadily, landing with a heavy thump.

Feng Yuan deactivated the spiritual engine. The three stepped down.

With a swift motion, the leader stowed the ship back into his spatial ring.

Just then, disciples started clustering in the core zone. Brimming with anticipation and intrigue, they gathered. Tidings of the Gathering of Domains hadn't yet formally arrived in that secluded realm.

"Leader Feng! How did it go?" An elder inquired right as they alighted.

"Did we secure any ranking?"

"Kyrian... did he truly join in?"

Feng Yuan lifted his hand, calling for quiet.

"I will issue a formal proclamation shortly. Disperse for the moment."

Though hesitant, the elders complied. Their stares lingered on the taciturn Kyrian.

Once scattered, Feng Yuan faced Kyrian.

"When do you depart?"

The query held no ill intent. It was mere acknowledgment. Both understood Kyrian hadn't come back to remain. His return served to conclude a chapter.

Kyrian pondered briefly.

"Tomorrow morning."

Unfazed, Feng Yuan nodded.

"I understand."

He glanced at Mei Ran beside him.

"Let’s go. Duties await. Without core disciples to anchor the sect, we must scout fresh prodigies from the inner ranks."

Mei Ran nodded, her gaze flicking momentarily to Kyrian before shifting to the leader.

The pair departed, abandoning Kyrian solitary in the central plaza.

Toward his courtyard, he made his way.

As he stepped into the chamber, his gaze landed on the floor littered with herb scraps and jade plaques—echoes of his intense sessions refining pills and delving into formations. Dropping to his knees, he set about sorting it all, picking out the still-valuable pieces from the worthless ones.

Withered herbs got tossed aside. Jade plaques holding key notes vanished into his spatial ring. Bit by bit, the room started looking tidy again.

Task complete, the courtyard lay bare. Just the sturdy wooden walls remained, along with a faint herbal aroma drifting in the air.

Kyrian made up his mind to enjoy dinner right there in his courtyard, for the very last time.

He summoned a servant and ordered beast meat, premium rice, and exotic seasonings. The servant rushed off to fetch them, arriving back roughly an hour later with everything.

Kyrian headed to the compact kitchen linked to the courtyard and whipped up his evening meal. Nothing fancy about it, yet the soothing fragrance filling the courtyard felt like a warm embrace.

Carrying the dishes to the open section of the courtyard, he sat cross-legged on the wooden planks, back resting against a pillar. He savored his food quietly, the sect's crisp wind sweeping over his face.

Darkness blanketed the sky, stars sparkling above. The moon cast a soft glow through a veil of thin clouds.

Once done eating, Kyrian cleaned the dishes, packed away his things, and went back inside the room.

On the plain wooden bed, he stretched out and shut his eyes.

Slumber claimed him in moments.