Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 363: Waking Up After The Battle (2)

Against all odds, facing an opponent at the zenith of the Core Formation Realm, wielding the heritage of a divine beast, Kyrian emerged victorious.

But how was this triumph achieved?

This question gnawed at him.

He still couldn't fully grasp the means by which he'd overcome the formidable beast. That ethereal, azure luminescence that had emanated from his eyes in the battle's final moments...

Kyrian had no clue as to its true nature.

Nor did he understand how he had wielded it.

All that remained was a profound sense of union with his sight.

As if, in that instant, all the world's ice had submitted to his command.

Kyrian's gaze intensified slightly.

Even now, hours, perhaps days, after the fierce combat, that connection persisted.

Diminished, certainly. Distant, undoubtedly. Yet, it remained.

Like an unseen filament binding his eyes to something beyond his perception or comprehension.

His grasp of ice-related phenomena seemed to have deepened immensely since the struggle.

Profoundly so.

It wasn't merely a feeling; Kyrian could discern the altered way ice Qi responded to his presence. Previously, it felt akin to manipulating a mere instrument. Now, it was almost as if directing a part of himself.

However, Kyrian also grasped one critical point.

To employ that power again in his current condition would be courting death.

His physical form was incapable of bearing such immense energy.

The lingering sensation of internal freezing served as stark evidence of this.

His musculature had sustained damage.

His very consciousness felt depleted, as though years had been stripped away in mere minutes of intense battle.

‘Perhaps... once my physical body undergoes transformation. When my cultivation advances further.’

‘Then, I might be able to command that strength freely,’ Kyrian mused.

But until such a time, he resolved to refrain from its use.

Only in direst necessity. Only when confronted by imminent demise.

...

Kyrian exhaled slowly.

That engagement had been the most arduous of his existence.

Vastly more so than any prior conflict. The beast had been a terrifying entity.

Its raw physical power, its resilience, its immense Qi, its sheer velocity – every aspect of the creature operated on an entirely different plane. All attributed to its draconic bloodline.

Dragon's blood.

Kyrian now possessed a clear understanding.

The ancient tales of divine beasts likely held truth. If a mere creature imbued with a minuscule fragment of such lineage could exert such overwhelming pressure, nearly ending his life multiple times...

Then a true dragon...

For a fleeting moment, Kyrian envisioned confronting an actual dragon, while situated at the same cultivation level as that reptilian foe.

He would likely perish swiftly. Within moments, perhaps. The chasm between a lizard bearing mere traces of draconic essence and a pure-blooded dragon was probably as immense as the divide separating an ordinary mortal from a seasoned cultivator.

The notion caused a subtle luminescence to flicker in his eyes.

Yet, instead of dread, he felt a surge of anticipation.

A spark of exhilaration ignited within his chest, despite the throbbing ache that permeated his entire being and the damage to his meridians.

For Kyrian also harbored an unshakeable faith in his own capabilities.

He was no common cultivator. His eyes were no ordinary set. The path he trod was unique.

Should the day arrive when he faced a genuine dragon at a comparable cultivation tier...

He held no doubt that he would prevail.

That conviction stemmed not from arrogance, but from a deeper source – the very same resonance he felt within his extraordinary eyes.

...

After several minutes spent regaining his breath and mustering the fortitude to temporarily ignore the pain that coursed through his body, Kyrian finally began to rise.

The movement was slow. Almost uncoordinated.

He braced himself against the frozen earth with his hands, propelling his frame upward with an exertion that seemed to demand more energy than the entire grueling battle against the reptilian beast.

His limbs trembled. His arms quivered. But he persevered.

Kyrian stood upright.

For an instant, he remained perfectly still, inhaling deeply, feeling the arid, volcanic air fill his lungs and then recede.

‘Pain. It is merely a fleeting discomfort,’ he affirmed internally.

Taking deliberate steps, he slowly advanced toward the partially encased, frozen cadaver of the Five-Horned Lava Lizard.

Each footfall represented a minor triumph over his own debilitated state. The ice beneath his boots fractured softly under his weight, the sound resonating through the profound silence of the ravaged landscape.

As he drew nearer to the formidable creature, Kyrian’s gaze shifted upwards.

The ice encasing the colossal form gradually began to recede, yielding to his subtle mental command.

Soon, the enormous carcass was fully revealed before him.

Even in death, and despite the numerous wounds inflicted by Kyrian, the lizard retained an intimidating presence.

Its crimson scales caught the distant glow of the lava, casting an intricate dance of light across the beast’s formidable surface.

The five horns remained conspicuously intact. Kyrian had been unable to inflict any damage upon them during the battle, and they emitted a faint luminescence, as though still harboring vestiges of the power the creature possessed in life.

Kyrian placed a hand upon the lizard’s immense head.

The scales proved exceptionally resilient; even in the frigid state, devoid of protective fire Qi, Kyrian sensed their formidable resistance against his touch.

'Naturally, I shan't be leaving this carcass behind,' he mused.

It was a creature imbued with draconic lineage.

Every portion of its remains represented immense wealth.

The scales themselves could deflect assaults that would shatter mundane armor. Its bones, characterized by lightness and durability, were ideal for crafting weapons or synthesizing specific medicinal pills.

The horns, saturated with concentrated fire Qi, were highly sought after by both alchemists and artisans.

Among its organs, entities like the heart and the beast core contained vital essence found in scarce creatures across the Northern Territory.

And paramount among these was the draconic blood essence.

Kyrian's eyes faintly illuminated with avarice at the contemplation.

The blood essence of that beast would undoubtedly prove exceedingly useful at some juncture.

Without a second's pause, Kyrian invoked his spatial ring.

A fleeting luminescence marked the momentary opening of the ring's inner dimension, poised to accommodate the immense corpse.

Then, the colossal form of the lizard vanished.

Where a mountain of scales and bones had stood, only barren ground remained, streaked with dried blood and still bearing patches of frost.

Yet, an immediate realization of a significant hurdle dawned upon Kyrian.

His spatial ring… was nearly at its capacity.

The lizard's carcass had consumed a staggering amount of space within the ring, far surpassing Kyrian's initial estimation.

The wealth of resources, materials, and treasures he had diligently gathered—the herbs acquired in Red Smoke City, the flowing robes, the arcane scrolls, the potent pills—had left precious little room.

Kyrian's brow furrowed slightly.

"I must procure a larger spatial ring," he declared.

However, accomplishing this objective would prove far from simple. Spatial rings boasting substantial capacity were exceedingly rare and prohibitively expensive.

Even within the grand metropolises of the Northern Territory, locating one that satisfied his requirements could be a protracted endeavor.

He relegated this concern to the back of his mind, resolving to address it once he reached the subsequent city.