Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 384 - 385

Kyrian’s eyes widened in astonishment.

Meridians – the invisible spiritual channels responsible for absorbing, storing, and circulating Qi, forming the very bedrock of all cultivation. Mortals, of course, possessed no such pathways.

“They aren’t fully developed yet,” the Spirit’s voice echoed, its tone thoughtful.

“However, they differ from typical meridians. They are considerably stronger, wider, permitting a far greater flow of Qi than any ordinary cultivator could manage.”

“But,” the Spirit continued, “they remain incomplete.”

“As if they are still in the process of forming.”

A noticeable pause followed, the Spirit seemingly impressed.

“Even so…”

“You can now cultivate using your own physical body.”

“Just like any other cultivator could.”

These words resonated deeply within Kyrian’s mind.

Like any other cultivator.

For his entire existence, he had been compelled to rely solely on his extraordinary eyes.

But now…

His own body possessed the capacity to cultivate. It could sense Qi. It was linked to the very fabric of the world.

The Spirit meticulously continued its examination, its spiritual sense meticulously probing Kyrian’s skeletal structure.

Then, its expression shifted once more.

This time, it conveyed sheer, unadulterated astonishment. Its flaming eyes dilated, its mouth falling slightly agape.

“Your bones…”

“What… what has happened to your bones?”

Kyrian’s brow furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“They have all transformed.”

The Spirit appeared genuinely taken aback, a rare reaction for a being of its immense age.

“I had anticipated only the spine would be altered. I expected the Bone of the Heavens to integrate solely with your vertebrae.”

“But this…”

Its probe extended, its spiritual sense sweeping across Kyrian’s entire skeleton.

Every single vertebra. Each rib. All the bones comprising his arms and legs. His skull. His pelvis. Even the minute bones nestled within his hands and feet.

Every one had undergone a profound change.

“Your entire skeletal structure has absorbed a significant portion of the essence from the Bone of the Heavens.”

“Each bone within your body now carries residual traces of the Qi aligned with the Law of Fire.”

“They possess an astonishing level of durability.”

A disbelieving chuckle escaped the Spirit, a dry, raspy sound, almost like a cough.

“I suspect even standard spiritual weapons would find it challenging to fracture your bones now.”

Kyrian listened, absorbing this information in quiet contemplation.

He could feel the alterations within himself.

He perceived the gentle, continuous warmth permeating his skeleton, a warmth emanating not from external sources, but from deep within. It was a burning sensation that somehow didn’t consume, a warmth that didn’t scorch.

It felt as though an unseen furnace resided within his very core.

Energizing every fiber of his being.

Yet, the Spirit’s assessment was not yet complete.

Its gaze fixed back upon Kyrian.

“Your cultivation level has also advanced.”

Kyrian immediately directed his consciousness inward, focusing on his cultivation cores.

And then he froze.

Because the Spirit’s statement was undeniably true.

The two cores situated at the heart of his eyes had expanded considerably. They felt more substantial, more potent, and remarkably more refined.

“Fourth stage…” Kyrian breathed out, his voice laced with unconcealed surprise.

Prior to the implantation, he had only just breached the initial threshold of the Core Formation Realm.

The very first stage.

A novice. A complete beginner.

And now…

Fourth stage.

An advancement of three entire levels.

The Spirit gave a slow, deliberate nod.

“The sheer volume of energy contained within that Bone of the Heavens was immense.”

“Even accounting for the dissipation of some of its essence over the ages, a substantial amount still remained.”

“You absorbed a vast quantity of that residual power.”

Then, its eyes narrowed slightly.

“In fact…”

“You should have progressed even further.”

Kyrian’s eyebrow arched in inquiry.

“What do you mean?”

“Perhaps the sixth stage. Possibly even the seventh.”

“However, the majority of the absorbed energy was not channeled into increasing your cultivation.”

The Spirit gestured towards Kyrian, its flaming hand encompassing his entire form.

“It was instead allocated to rebuilding you.”

“To forge your meridians.”

“To fortify your internal organs.”

“To transmute your blood.”

“To fundamentally reshape your skeleton.”

“And to establish your connection with the Heavenly Will.”

It paused, allowing these profound statements to sink in.

Then, a smile graced its features.

It was a rare smile, devoid of any malice or condescension, a smile of genuine appreciation.

“Utilizing that energy in such a manner proved to be far more beneficial.”

Kyrian silently concurred with this assessment.

After all…

Cultivation could be regained through diligent practice. Time was a resource that could be dedicated to further cultivation.

But that profound transformation?

It was utterly unique and irreplaceable.

No conceivable amount of time or resources could ever replicate the changes his body had undergone during those agonizing hours.

The Spirit observed him for a few more moments.

Then, it slowly inclined its head.

“I truly no longer possess any certainty as to what you are becoming.”

The sincerity conveyed in its voice, the complete absence of any arrogance or hidden meaning, prompted a soft, low laugh from Kyrian, barely audible but undeniably genuine.

The Spirit continued its declaration.

“You are no longer merely a mortal.”

“But neither can you be classified as an ordinary cultivator.”

“Your physical being was reconstructed by a Bone of the Heavens.”

“Your eyes possess an existence that even I cannot fully fathom.”

“And you are now intrinsically linked to the Heavenly Will.”

"But your connection surged forth in a manner completely unlike the norm, not established from birth as is the case for most."

The Spirit's fiery gaze locked with Kyrian’s.

"You have transformed into something entirely novel."

A profound silence descended upon the dome.

Even the magma itself seemed to quiet, as if the very volcano held its breath in reverence of the moment.

Kyrian gazed down at his own hands.

He could sense the Qi circulating around him; previously an ethereal sensation, it now felt as substantial as the rock solid beneath his feet.

He felt a vibrant warmth pulsing deep within his bones, the indelible inheritance from the Bone of the Heavens, the indelible mark of the fire destined to forever ignite within him.

He perceived the newly formed meridians coursing through his being like majestic rivers, forming broad and unyielding conduits ready to channel Qi in quantities he had previously found unimaginable.

And for the very first time since his birth...

He no longer felt constrained. He no longer felt incomplete.

He no longer felt set apart from the rest of humanity.

This was because, at long last...

He finally possessed his very own unique path. A path that belonged neither to mere mortals nor to conventional cultivators.

A path that existed exclusively for him and him alone.

Kyrian lifted his gaze once more.

His eyes, now a striking orange hue with crimson flames playfully dancing within their pupils, met the Spirit’s own incandescent stare.

"There is more to this, isn't there?"

His voice resonated with unwavering calmness.

"The Bone of the Heavens was not intended solely for the mere transformation of the physical body."

The Spirit inclined its head slowly, in affirmation.

"Indeed."

"You still must acquire the knowledge to wield it effectively."

"The profound Law of Fire."

"It now resides within your very essence."

"However, grasping its true nature and mastering its power..."

"That is a journey only you yourself can undertake."

Kyrian offered a solemn nod.

He understood.

What had been bestowed upon him was not a fully realized power. It was, instead, a nascent seed.

A dormant potential.

Something that would require diligent Cultivation, deep understanding, and dedicated development.

It would undoubtedly demand considerable time. It would certainly require immense effort.

But for the very first time...

He now possessed a body robust and resilient enough to endure absolutely anything.