Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 326: Gate in the Mountain

Before the sun could rise, he awoke.

The heavens remained cloaked in darkness, yet a subtle glow edged the horizon. Kyrian rose to his feet, stretched out, and slipped off his black Verdant Sword robe.

Instead, he donned the Blood Court robe.

The deep crimson cloth clung to his frame like another layer of skin. He glanced at his reflection briefly, then a thought struck him.

His sword eyes flared briefly before vanishing.

In an instant, the sword-like pupils melted away. His whole eyes shifted to a profound red, emitting a malevolent gleam amid the room's shadows.

Kyrian exited the courtyard.

He approached the entrance of the sect’s main hall. The sun hadn't crested yet, but a group already awaited his arrival.

Feng Yuan stood foremost, Mei Ran positioned just behind. A number of sect elders gathered nearby, attired in their finest robes.

Feng Yuan spoke first.

"Kyrian. The sect and I truly thank you for everything you have done for us."

His voice resonated deeply, brimming with controlled sentiment.

"Even though you accepted me as your master, I couldn’t teach you many things. After all, you were the greatest genius I have ever met."

He fell silent for a moment.

"I won’t say much. Just be careful on your path from now on. I know you are going to places increasingly greater and more dangerous. You have to take care of yourself."

Kyrian absorbed the words quietly, then gave a nod.

"You don’t need to worry."

Feng Yuan offered a bittersweet yet genuine smile. He clapped Kyrian’s shoulder with a firm grip.

Mei Ran advanced next.

"Kyrian, you will always be welcome here. No matter where you go or what you become. The Verdant Sword will be your home."

Kyrian dipped his head in a shallow bow.

"Thank you, Elder Mei Ran."

The remaining elders bid their farewells in turn. Kyrian shared no profound bonds with most, yet he honored them all with a courteous bow—precisely that, nothing more or less.

Once the goodbyes concluded, Feng Yuan and the rest lingered in the central plaza, observing.

Kyrian headed toward the inner stables.

Arcon waited there alongside his black-winged steed. The creature lifted its head at Kyrian's approach, crimson eyes flashing in familiarity. Its ebony wings unfurled partway, sensing the moment of departure.

Kyrian climbed onto its back.

"Let’s go." He murmured softly.

Arcon flapped its wings powerfully. Gusts swirled around them.

And with that, they soared skyward.

Kyrian kept his gaze forward.

The Verdant Sword Sect dwindled below, fading to a mere speck on the earth. The sharp winds of altitude whipped his face, yet his eyes stayed unblinking.

His scarlet eyes burned like twin coals in the twilight of morning.

Before him, the horizon extended without end.

The Blood Court called to him.

The return voyage to the Blood Court unfolded without haste.

No pressing deadlines or obligations bound Kyrian. He simply soared, allowing the winds to steer their course. Arcon sliced through the clouds with dark wings, ferrying its rider like a shadowy specter against the vast blue expanse.

Day by day, the terrain shifted below.

Lush woodlands yielded to golden grasslands. Grasslands transitioned to spiritual sand dunes gleaming in the sun. Dunes gave way to snow-capped peaks locked in perpetual frost.

Though Kyrian scanned it all with his red eyes, his thoughts wandered far ahead.

The Blood Court lay in wait.

Every few days, Kyrian directed Arcon to descend in a remote spot. The dark-winged mount required respite and sustenance. From his spatial ring, Kyrian retrieved low-grade spiritual stones, which the beast devoured like mere fodder with its mighty jaws.

As Arcon nourished itself, Kyrian seized the chance to meditate or silently revisit his accumulated knowledge. Breezes whispered around, the hush of mountains or wastes interrupted solely by the crunch of stones under the horse’s bite.

Hours later, they lifted off once more.

Kyrian anticipated a smooth passage right up to Blood Court lands. No obstacles seemed likely. The path was straightforward, skies unclouded, and Arcon robust.

Yet destiny often delights in surprises.

Late afternoon arrived on yet another travel day. The sun hung low, streaking the sky in fiery orange and violet. Kyrian traversed a jagged mountain chain, nearing the Blood Court frontier. He knew this area well—merely two days' flight from his goal.

Then his crimson gaze spotted an anomaly.

Etched into a leftward peak's stony face like a gash in rock stood a massive portal. No ordinary structure, it was veiled by an illusion formation that warped light and fooled the senses.

But his eyes were anything but common.

The illusion formation held no sway over him. Clearly, he beheld the gate—a towering edifice of shadowy stone, inscribed with archaic runes upon its face. A barrier formation likewise shielded the mysteries concealed beyond it.

Kyrian's brow furrowed deeply.

A secret gate nestled within a mountain's core, guarded by twin formations? Such a creation bore no mark of nature's hand. Mortals had forged it. Its concealment hinted at treasures untold or dangers best left buried from prying eyes.

Intrigued, Kyrian urged Arcon to descend.

The steed with ebony wings circled gracefully above the peak before alighting upon a cragged ledge beside the gate. Kyrian leaped down and strode toward the portal.

From this vantage, the formations gleamed more vividly. The illusion twisted the air encircling the gate, weaving a deceptive vision of solid cliffside. Yet Kyrian pierced it with ease, as though it were mere transparent crystal.