Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 381 - 382

Then, it began.

An unseen force pierced Kyrian's back, not like a needle piercing flesh, but more like something was meticulously separating his spine from his vertebrae, layer by layer.

Yet, despite this profound intrusion...

There was no pain.

On the contrary, the sensation was peculiar, a numbness that seemed to have anesthetized his body with the Spirit's energy.

Kyrian could perceive every vertebra being detached, every connection severed, yet he felt none of the agony that such a procedure should inflict.

Slowly...

Very slowly...

His spinal column commenced its removal.

Kyrian felt it. Each vertebra separating from the next, each disc disconnecting, each nerve detaching, but still, no pain.

The orange mantle upheld his entire frame, sustaining his nerves, vitalizing his organs, and preserving his consciousness – keeping him alert and present.

A spiritual spine, conjured by the Spirit, served as a temporary replacement for his own as it was extracted. This was the sole reason Kyrian remained alive, the only factor preventing his body's collapse.

‘My spine is floating behind me,’ Kyrian mused, the realization feeling strangely detached.

‘That shouldn't be possible.’

Then, the final vertebra was extracted.

Kyrian’s entire spinal column gracefully emerged from his back, suspended in the air before him.

It was blood-soaked, dripping.

An overwhelming weakness instantly coursed through Kyrian’s body, a profound sensation of physical emptiness.

His vision briefly darkened, the edges of his perception blurring as if the world itself were fading.

His body felt hollow, incomplete, as though it could disintegrate at any moment, as though nothing remained to anchor his upper and lower halves.

But the orange mantle immediately intensified its power.

The Spirit's Qi surged deeper into his being, reinforcing his organs, muscles, and remaining bones. Kyrian felt the spiritual spine thrumming, maintaining his posture and keeping his body upright.

The spiritual spine behind him radiated with a brilliant luminescence.

Keeping him alive.

Then, the Spirit slowly lifted the Heaven Bone.

The pressure emanating from the crystalline spine became overwhelming.

It was more than mere heat; it was more than just Qi.

It was a palpable presence – the Law of Fire itself.

The very fabric of space around it seemed to warp. Kyrian could observe the lines of the air bending and the light contorting around the Heaven Bone.

"Prepare yourself, child."

The Spirit's voice deepened, laced with a solemn warning and genuine concern.

"Your true ordeal commences now."

The Spirit’s flaming eyes narrowed, fixing intently on Kyrian’s.

"This will be the most agonizing experience of your life."

"Do not lose consciousness."

"If you succumb to unconsciousness... you will perish."

Kyrian slowly ground his teeth together, his jaw tightening with the immense effort to maintain his composure.

Sweat beaded on his brow, not from the ambient heat, but from sheer apprehension.

Nevertheless, he gave a firm nod.

Once. Decisively.

The Spirit maneuvered the Heaven Bone.

The crystalline spine glided incrementally towards Kyrian’s back. With each centimeter it advanced, the surrounding pressure intensified. The air grew heavier, the heat more scorching.

And the instant it made contact with his body...

A monstrous surge of heat erupted from the spine. It was not a controlled release; it was a violent, untamed explosion, as if the Heaven Bone itself resisted its implantation.

The altar's surface instantly fractured. Deep fissures snaked across the stone around Kyrian, spreading outwards like colossal spiderwebs.

The magma churned below, rising in immense waves, so high that Kyrian feared they might engulf him.

Kyrian’s body was nearly consumed by flames in that very moment. His skin, already subjected to the Inner Area’s heat and the dragon’s fiery breath, began to blister.

Small pustules erupted across his arms, chest, and face.

But the Spirit reacted with immediate swiftness.

The orange mantle enveloping Kyrian solidified, becoming dozens of times denser. It transformed from a mere mantle into formidable armor, a protective shell, a secondary skin of pure energy that completely encased him.

The Spirit maintained absolute command over the Heaven Bone, forcing it into Kyrian’s body. Its flaming hands guided the crystalline spine inch by painstaking inch, vertebra by vertebra.

Even so...

"GHAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

Kyrian screamed. A raw, brutal sound that emanated not just from his throat, but from his entire being – every bone, every muscle, every single cell.

The pain was indescribable. The Heaven Bone’s vertebrae pierced his back, supplanting the Spirit’s temporary spinal cord. There was no anesthesia now. No numbness.

Only excruciating pain remained. The heat was so ferocious it felt as though his organs were melting from the inside out. Kyrian could feel his lungs searing, his heart hammering, and his stomach contracting violently.

His nerves felt as though they were alight, not the surface nerves, but the deeper ones, connecting his organs to his brain.

With each vertebra that clicked into place, a shockwave pulsed through his entire being, a fiery wave surging up to his head and down to his toes.

Kyrian shook uncontrollably. His muscles spasmed without his command, his fingers clenched into fists, and he clenched his teeth so hard he worried they might crack.

Nevertheless, the Spirit persisted.

Vertebra by vertebra.

Slowly.

With utmost precision.

The Heaven Bone found its place within Kyrian’s body.

As if it were taking root.

Pure fire Qi surged violently throughout his body, permeating his flesh, bones, and blood.

Kyrian sensed the power coursing through every fiber of his existence. Burning. Purifying. Transforming.

Then, the final vertebra settled in.

The Spirit immediately retreated several steps.

Its flaming hands dropped to its sides, and its breathing, if a being of fire could breathe, became labored.

Torrents of fiery sweat streamed from its ethereal form. Tiny droplets of liquid flame trickled down its forehead, arms, and chest.

Even it appeared drained.

"The first stage... is complete."

Its voice was deep and strained. The very energy surrounding the Spirit seemed to wane slightly.

"Now, your success rests entirely on you."

It gazed at Kyrian, its expression a blend of hope and apprehension.

"Your resolve."

"Your destiny."

Then, the Spirit drew back the orange aura.

Instantly...

"AAAAAAARRRGHHHHHHH!!"

Kyrian’s scream echoed so powerfully that the entire cavern quaked. The stone walls vibrated, the magma below churned violently, and even the runes etched upon the altar flickered, as if the formation itself was reacting to his cry.

His body convulsed violently, his spine arching unnaturally.

The agony...

Was beyond description.

Kyrian felt an all-consuming burn.

Every bone. Every blood vessel. Every drop of his blood. Every sinew. Every single strand of hair.

It was as though everything had been plunged into a divine crucible.

The heat originated not from without, but from within. The Heaven Bone was integrating with his body, and the energy unleashed by this fusion was so potent that Kyrian felt as if his very blood were boiling.

At that critical moment, Kyrian teetered on the brink of losing consciousness.

Darkness beckoned, offering the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness, an escape from the torment, a sanctuary from the excruciating pain.

His body convulsed without restraint. Muscle spasms wracked him, causing his arms to smash against the cold stone floor and his legs to flail in the air.

’I am going to perish.’