Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 378 - 379

The heat instantaneously intensified.

The moment Ming Hai’s coffin was fully revealed, the colossal subterranean chamber appeared to awaken from an eight-hundred-year dormancy.

This was not a gentle stirring but a violent surge of energy that had been accumulating for centuries.

Within mere seconds, the temperature drastically escalated.

The magma flowing beneath the bridge, previously in a state of calm undulation, now surged with ferocity. Towering waves of lava, reaching ten meters high, slammed against the dome's walls, flinging incandescent droplets that glittered like falling celestial bodies.

The density of the fire Qi became overwhelming.

Kyrian felt as if he were drawing in burning coals with every breath, the air pressing heavily against his lungs. Each pulse of his heart reverberated through the suffocating warmth.

The atmosphere began to waver.

Across the altar, the etched runes blazed with a deep crimson light, resembling pulsing veins within the very heart of the mountain. They resonated in unison with the molten core beneath, producing a powerful harmony that Kyrian could sense deep within his being.

His face instantly felt a searing heat.

The ambient temperature in the chamber had already been extreme, capable of dispatching ordinary cultivators in minutes. Now, it felt as though he stood at the epicenter of a star.

‘This is too much,’ Kyrian thought, feeling his skin begin to scorch despite the protective layer of his fire Qi. ‘I won't be able to withstand this for long.’

However, at that moment...

A comforting energy enveloped his body.

It was not aggressive or turbulent, but controlled and remarkably gentle.

Kyrian instantly recognized the presence of the Fire Spirit shielding him. A subtle layer of orange Qi coated his skin, functioning as a secondary barrier that significantly mitigated the intense thermal pressure emanating from the coffin.

Kyrian registered this protection but remained silent.

His complete focus was fixated on the contents within the tomb.

His expression, usually stoic, underwent a transformation.

Now...

His face was etched with profound astonishment.

“This…” he uttered, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze locked unblinkingly onto the interior of the coffin.

“Is that… a Heaven Bone?”

At the center of the tomb lay a complete human skeleton.

The bones were positioned precisely as they would be in life, giving the impression that Ming Hai's body was still remarkably intact.

Most of the skeletal structure had been partially charred by the passage of time and the intense fire Qi that had accumulated over centuries within the sealed coffin. They bore a dark gray, almost black hue, crisscrossed with fine cracks resembling a spiderweb.

Yet, one specific bone was starkly different.

It was the spine.

It bore no resemblance to a human bone. Its texture and color diverged from the other carbonized bones; it was a deep, crystalline red, akin to a massive shard of fiery jade sculpted into perfect vertebrae. Each segment was flawlessly symmetrical, polished, and emanated an internal luminescence that seemed to originate from a source beyond mere material.

Through its entire length, fine, golden veins pulsed rhythmically, as slender as threads but radiating a brilliant light. They seemed to flow like miniature rivers of magma within the bone itself.

Even without physical contact, Kyrian sensed a peculiar pressure emanating from the spine.

It transcended mere Qi or power.

It was something more profound and intrinsic.

‘So this is Ming Hai’s true legacy…’ Kyrian mused internally, his eyes still captivated by the radiant spinal column.

‘A Heaven Bone.’

Not martial techniques, not mystical treasures, not elixirs.

A bone.

The Fire Spirit observed Kyrian's reaction before responding with measured calmness.

“Indeed, child.”

“That is a Heaven Bone.”

“It appears you are familiar with the term.”

Kyrian inclined his head slowly, his gaze never leaving the spine.

“Yes, I have encountered some information regarding them.”

“However, the details were exceedingly scarce and fragmented. Ancient texts referred to Heaven Bones as legendary artifacts, which most scholars dismissed as mere myth.”

He paused.

“Wasn’t Ming Hai reputed to possess a unique physical constitution?”

“Ming Hai never possessed a special physique,” the Spirit interjected, its voice gaining a firmer tone. Its immense, ethereal form drifted towards the altar, buoyant above the magma as lightly as a fallen leaf.

“His genuine gift was always this bone.”

The Spirit’s fiery gaze settled upon the spine.

“The Heavenly Will modified his spine at birth.”

“The Heaven Bone of the fire Dao.”

The Spirit regarded the bone with an expression tinged with a profound, almost wistful, nostalgia.

“His entire spinal column was intrinsically linked to the Law of Fire from its inception.”

Kyrian absorbed the information intently.

Simultaneously, his mind revisited the scant details he had discovered within the Blood Library.

Heaven Bones: exceedingly rare.

Perhaps comparable in rarity to heavenly physiques.

Possibly even rarer.

The ancient texts described Heaven Bones as osseous structures naturally altered by the very fabric of Heaven.

Yet, they offered little further elucidation.

Kyrian then posed his questions directly, his voice steady and resolute.

“What precisely constitutes a Heaven Bone?”

“And what makes them so extraordinarily special?”

For several seconds, the Fire Spirit remained quiet, gathering its thoughts.

Then, a response came.

"Very well."

"It is better for you to understand before we attempt the implantation."

Its fiery eyes fixed upon Kyrian with a newfound seriousness.

"Heaven Bones are akin to special physiques."

"Both share a profound connection with the Heavenly Will; they are anomalies, exceptions to the rules governing most life."

"However, Heaven Bones possess a distinct difference."

The Spirit slowly lifted one of its massive hands, its blazing fingers unfurling as if presenting an unseen gift.

"Each Heaven Bone is intimately linked to a Law."

Kyrian's brow furrowed.

"Law?"

The Spirit gave a nod.

"Laws represent the third stage in the comprehension of a Dao."

"First, there is Intent, the initial recognition of the path, the realization of its existence and the possibility of following it."

"Next comes Aura, the capability to project that path outward, to influence the surroundings with one's will."

"And finally..."

The Spirit paused for dramatic effect.

"The Law."

It peered directly into Kyrian's eyes.

"You have already comprehended the Aura of Ice."

Kyrian's head snapped to the side, his eyes widening slightly in astonishment.

"What?"

His surprise was genuine. He had sensed something unusual during his battle with the lizard-like beast – a translucent blue energy emanating from his eyes, which had frozen the draconic breath and encased the creature in ice.

Yet, he had no idea it had a name or was a recognized stage of comprehension.

"You were unaware?" the Spirit inquired.

A hint of disbelief colored its voice.

"What you employed against the Lizard was undeniably the Aura of Ice. There is no question. I felt it; it was the same sensation Ming Hai produced when he wielded his Aura of Fire."

"In fact..."

The Spirit's fiery gaze narrowed.

"It is astonishing that someone at your cultivation level managed to comprehend an Aura."

"Typically, only cultivators in the Spiritual Fusion Realm begin to grasp this stage, and even then, most never achieve full comprehension."

Kyrian remained silent, processing this revelation.

So, it truly had been something extraordinary.

Dong Zhen had mentioned Aura during a past conversation when Kyrian had inquired about such matters, though he had never fully elaborated on its nature.

Kyrian had assumed it was a concept for much later, something that would become relevant only in higher realms.

Everything suddenly clicked into place.

The immense power of that ability. The strain it had placed on his own body.

The peculiar sensation that the ice had transcended its normal form.

The Spirit proceeded to explain.

"You must have perceived the potency of Aura."

"It drastically enhances control and mastery over a specific Dao."

"However, wielding such power prematurely carries significant risks."

Its expression grew grave, almost stern.

"Extremely dangerous."

"Aura is far too potent for undeveloped bodies. It is intended for cultivators in the Spiritual Fusion Realm, whose physical forms are inherently superior."

"Your survival alone is remarkable."

"Should you continue to employ that power frequently before reaching the Spiritual Fusion Realm..."

"Your body may very well be unable to withstand its effects."

Kyrian absorbed the warning, remaining silent.

'So that's what happened,' he thought.

'If I use Aura again now, I might risk dying.'