Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 379 - 380

Kyrian committed the information to memory.

The Spirit then resumed its previous topic.

"As I was explaining..."

"The Law holds dominion over Aura.

"Far above it, in fact."

It gestured towards the spine resting within the coffin.

"Every Heaven Bone is inherently linked to a specific Law from birth.

"This is precisely why those who possess them can comprehend Laws at an astonishingly early age.

"Even before they commence their cultivation journey."

Kyrian's eyes widened almost imperceptibly.

The notion seemed utterly unbelievable.

Even Aura felt like a distant concept for typical cultivators. Kyrian himself had only brushed against that stage by sheer chance and had nearly perished as a result.

And now, a Heaven Bone offered the ability to grasp something that transcended Aura, something positioned even higher, all before cultivation had begun?

"Indeed," the Spirit affirmed, as if privy to Kyrian's very thoughts.

"Even with mastery over a Law, their physical bodies still cannot endure its application. The Law imposes demands far exceeding those of Aura."

"However, the mere comprehension of a Law fundamentally reshapes one's entire cultivation trajectory."

"It presents an advantage akin to possessing a heavenly physique, possibly even surpassing it in certain regards."

The Spirit turned its gaze back to the spine within the coffin, its demeanor softening slightly.

"And that represents merely one facet of its benefits."

"As for the other advantages..."

"You shall uncover them yourself once the implantation is complete."

Kyrian continued to fixate on the Heaven Bone.

A cultivator born directly attuned to the Law of Fire, bypassing the need for years of arduous meditation and comprehension.

The implications were simply staggering.

Yet, another query surfaced in his mind.

Kyrian slowly pivoted to face the Spirit.

"So, Heaven Bones can indeed be transplanted into others?"

"They can," the Spirit responded without the slightest hesitation.

"However, the process is exceedingly arduous."

Its tone grew graver, laced with a palpable sense of warning.

"The inherent power within a Heaven Bone is overwhelmingly potent for most recipients. The Law's energy contained within actively resists the body's natural rejection."

"An ordinary cultivator would disintegrate instantaneously during the fusion process. Their vessel would prove incapable of containing such volatile energy."

"The failure rate..." The Spirit trailed off, its voice dropping.

"Exceeds ninety percent."

Kyrian's expression remained a mask of impassivity. His gaze stayed locked onto the Spirit.

Internally, however, a sharp sense of vigilance coursed through him.

A failure rate surpassing ninety percent wasn't merely dangerous; it bordered on suicidal.

The Spirit then continued, its voice regaining a measure of its previous gentleness.

"But you need not concern yourself overly much."

"I gave my word to Ming Hai that I would aid his chosen successor."

"I shall personally oversee the implantation. My own power will be employed to regulate the Heaven Bone's energy during the critical phase, preventing any uncontrolled surges."

"This will significantly enhance your prospects."

Then...

A subtle hesitation flickered.

Again.

Kyrian, ever observant, immediately registered it.

"What is the issue?" he inquired calmly.

The Spirit remained silent for several long moments, its fiery gaze sweeping over Kyrian's physique as if searching for an elusive answer.

"You."

"You are a mortal."

"I possess no certainty regarding the outcome when a Heaven Bone is implanted into an individual not intrinsically linked to the Heavenly Will."

Its flaming eyes scrutinized Kyrian once more, perceiving something that defied easy classification.

"Your body is peculiar."

"Considerably weaker than that of typical cultivators at the same cultivation level. Your physical resilience is diminished, your regenerative capabilities are slower."

"Yet, paradoxically..."

"You possess the ability to manipulate Qi, to wield Aura, and you harbor those extraordinary eyes which even I find profoundly enigmatic."

The Spirit narrowed its gaze.

"You represent a completely aberrant existence."

Kyrian's brow furrowed slightly.

This was not new information to him. His mortal constitution had always been his most significant handicap, a lifelong constraint. Even after embarking on the path of cultivation, even after forging two cores, he remained physically inferior to cultivators of equivalent progression.

And now, he was contemplating enduring the implantation of a Heaven Bone.

An artifact intrinsically bound to the Law of Fire.

An object that caused the instantaneous demise of ordinary cultivators in over ninety percent of attempts.

It held the potential to utterly annihilate him.

The Spirit then spoke, its voice now tinged with an almost palpable resignation.

"The final decision rests solely with you."

"You may attempt it..."

"Or you may forgo it entirely."

An profound silence descended upon the chamber.

Only the perpetual murmur of magma resonated around them – the distant bubbling, the rhythmic crashing of waves against the cavern walls, and the crackling dance of flames across the surface of the fiery abyss.

Kyrian remained utterly still.

Deep in thought.

The risks involved were astronomical. Even seasoned cultivators faced a greater than ninety percent probability of perishing during the implantation.

But then again...

If the procedure proved successful...

His power would surge dramatically.

A Heaven Bone. Its might approached that of celestial physiques, potentially even surpassing them in specific regards.

Equipped with this, Kyrian would wield two extraordinarily rare abilities: his Innate Talent and a Heaven Bone.

Kyrian stayed quiet for several minutes, lost in deep contemplation.

He was meticulously evaluating every single factor.

The possible repercussions. The probability of success. The rewards of survival versus the consequences of death.

Then, abruptly...

A memory surfaced.

The peculiar mark etched upon his hand.

Kyrian slowly lifted his right palm, turning it to face upward. The intense glow of the magma illuminated his skin, highlighting every intricate line on his hand.

The small, strange mark was still there.

Silent and enigmatic.

An unusual formation, resembling a burn or an old scar, emitted a faint luminescence seemingly from an unknown source.

"This mark..." Kyrian murmured, his gaze directed at the Spirit.

"Could it truly be linked to the Heavenly Will?"

The Spirit nodded instantly, without the slightest hesitation.

"Indeed."

"And the connection is profound."

Its expression turned grave, its fiery eyes fixed intently on the mark.

"In fact..."

"This mark's tie to the Heavenly Will is on par with that of the Heaven Bone itself."

"Perhaps even more significant."

The Spirit's eyes narrowed in contemplation.

"What exactly is this mark?"

Kyrian gave a slight shake of his head.

"I possess no knowledge of it."

"It simply manifested."

He glanced again at his hand. The mark caused no pain, no itching, no discomfort whatsoever at that moment. It was simply present, a persistent entity.

Contemplating.

He then spoke, his words deliberate.

"However..."

"If something so fundamentally tied to the Heavenly Will managed to reside within my body without annihilating me..."

"Without inflicting any discernible harm..."

"Then perhaps..."

"My body might possess the capacity to accept the Heaven Bone as well."

The Spirit remained quiet, immersed in its own thoughts.

Kyrian's reasoning wasn't flawed. The mark represented an anomaly within another anomaly. An entity deeply intertwined with the Heavenly Will existed harmoniously within a body that, by all logical accounts, should have had no compatibility with it.

’Could it be… could this signify that the boy’s physique is uniquely suited to accommodate such connections?’ the Spirit pondered internally.

And gradually...

It offered a nod of agreement.

The logic held true.

Then, it posed one final question, its voice resonating with a solemn gravity that filled the entire cavernous space.

"Have you made your decision?"

Kyrian stood utterly still for several crucial seconds.

His face betrayed no uncertainty. His eyes remained devoid of any hesitation.

He had already resolved the answer before the Spirit had even finished its inquiry.

Then, he lifted his gaze.

Steady. Unwavering. Absolutely resolute.

"Yes."

His voice echoed calmly through the immense volcanic chamber.

"Proceed with the implantation."