Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 386 - 387

In the very next moment, the Fire Spirit’s form ignited.

Vibrant orange flames completely engulfed its figure, yet this was no destructive blaze. Instead, it was a flame of passage, signaling departure.

The Spirit appeared to be transforming into pure essence, preparing to journey to a distant location.

First, its arms dissolved into nothingness.

Following that, its torso vanished.

And finally, its head faded from view.

The intensity of the light grew relentlessly, becoming nearly blinding.

After precisely five seconds...

Not a trace remained.

The Spirit had simply ceased to be.

As if it had never graced existence.

Silence descended once more upon the dome. Only Kyrian, the imposing altar, and the roiling magma far below occupied the space.

Kyrian stood for a few moments, his gaze fixed on the spot where the Spirit had recently been.

’We shall meet again. In the Central Region.’ he mused internally.

Then, his attention was drawn to a significant change.

The colossal red barriers that had held the magma at bay were disintegrating.

Fine cracks, initially as thin as spider silk, began to spiderweb across their entire surfaces. These fissures widened and deepened, accompanied by the sharp, echoing sound of shattering glass that reverberated through the dome.

Shortly thereafter...

They collapsed entirely.

Vast quantities of magma surged violently towards the altar. The once-contained ocean of fire now flowed without restraint, waves of molten rock cascading downwards like incandescent waterfalls.

Kyrian wasted no time.

He pivoted instantly.

And then, he sprinted forward.

The ground beneath his feet fractured and exploded.

This was no mere visual illusion; it was the tangible consequence of his sheer power impacting the stone. Wherever his feet struck the floor, the rock splintered and cracked.

His velocity was astonishing.

Each stride launched him dozens of meters ahead. The wind shrieked past him as he ascended the immense staircase, his feet barely grazing the steps before launching him upwards again.

The stairs became a mere blur as he ascended.

Kyrian felt a genuine sense of surprise.

He wasn't utilizing his Qi, nor was he reinforcing his body with spiritual energy. This was purely his physical might, the raw power derived from his transformed muscles, tendons, and bones.

Even so...

His current speed had already rivaled nearly half of what he could achieve previously when channeling Lightning Qi, a process that drastically amplified his agility.

"Incredible," he breathed.

The enhancement bestowed by the Bone of Heaven proved even more profound than he had initially surmised.

The minutes elapsed with remarkable swiftness.

One hour.

Less than a single hour.

He was already nearing the summit.

It had previously taken him close to three hours to traverse this very staircase downwards, each step demanding caution, each stair a struggle against the oppressive heat and profound exhaustion.

Now, he was retracing that same path in reverse, accomplishing it in a mere fraction of the time.

But then...

Kyrian abruptly halted his ascent.

His eyes narrowed as he observed his surroundings.

The exit was thoroughly blocked.

The uppermost entrance to the staircase, the very point from which he had entered the chamber and where the crimson gate had materialized, was now entirely submerged by magma.

The fiery ocean, after breaching the barriers in the lower chamber, had surged upwards. The immense pressure had forced the lava through unseen fissures and cracks, and now the entirety of the staircase's apex was inundated.

A luminous crimson sea filled the tunnel that lay ahead.

It bubbled placidly.

Its heat was so intense it could vaporize solid steel.

Any cultivator of ordinary standing would perish instantly attempting to cross such a passage. Their defensive Qi barriers would be consumed in mere seconds, their bodies incinerated down to the very bone.

Kyrian studied this molten obstacle for a few moments.

Then, he began to walk forward.

Step by deliberate step.

Approaching the incandescent lava.

Remarkably...

He felt no heat whatsoever.

None at all.

Not even the slightest hint of discomfort.

It felt akin to standing beside a pool of warm water. Familiar, almost welcoming, warm water.

He extended a hand cautiously.

His fingers made contact with the magma's surface.

They sank slowly into the viscous fluid.

The molten, glowing substance, possessing heat enough to melt solid rock, enveloped his skin.

Yet, it did not burn.

It did not inflict any pain.

It produced absolutely no adverse effect.

Quite the contrary.

Kyrian perceived a distinct sense of familiarity.

A profound and innate connection.

It was as if the fire itself recognized him. As if the magma possessed a form of awareness.

And accepted his presence.

Kyrian’s orange eyes began to glow with intensified light.

At that precise moment...

The spinal column within his back illuminated.

Through the fabric of his robe, the radiant glow was visible. From the base of his neck down to his lower back, vertebra by vertebra, a pulsating crimson-gold light radiated outwards.

Golden veins, as fine as spider silk, emerged beneath his skin, tracing paths across his arms, chest, and face.

His Fire Qi responded instantly.

Not as an external tool. Not as a borrowed power.

But as an intrinsic extension of his very being.

Then, it happened.

The magma began to move.

Not as a result of Kyrian employing some specific technique.

Not because he had unleashed a skill learned from ancient texts.

Not due to the activation of a mystical formation or a precisely channeled flow of Qi.

Simply because he willed it to.

The waves of liquid fire receded.

Creating an open path.

As if subservient attendants stepping aside for their sovereign.

Kyrian watched, his eyes widening slightly in astonishment.

He had done nothing more than desire it.

The magma had complied with his will.

As if the element of fire itself understood his unspoken thoughts.

A smile graced his lips.

’The Bone of Heaven,’ he thought.

’The Law of Fire.’

It now resides within me.

Then, he moved forward decisively.

Plunging directly into the heart of the magma.

His garments dissolved in an instant. The infernal heat reduced the fabric to mere ash upon contact. His boots were consumed by flames, and his belt melted away into nothingness.

Utterly annihilated. Everything.

Yet, he remained untouched.

The searing lava could no longer inflict any harm upon him.

Kyrian pressed onward, his progress through the molten rock as fluid and unhindered as if he were navigating through water. His movements were deliberate and efficient.

Simultaneously, the magma ceaselessly parted before him, creating a path as if yielding to his very presence.

Fifteen minutes elapsed...

A glimmer of light appeared far above.

The summit. The escape route.

The volcano's mouth beckoned.

Kyrian increased his speed, propelling himself through the viscous magma with ever-growing intensity.

And then, he breached the surface.

The ambient air greeted his face.

He drew a deep, cleansing breath.

The atmosphere was warm, not from the volcano's core, but from the Inner Area's natural heat, mingling with the rising currents from the mountain's slopes.

It was a stark contrast to the suffocating magma.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Kyrian perceived the caress of the wind against his skin.

The sensation was wonderfully revitalizing.

He glided towards the inner rim of the crater, his hands grasping the rough, searing volcanic rock.

His fingers dug into the rugged surface for purchase.

With a surge of strength, he propelled himself upwards.

His body soared dozens of meters in a single, powerful leap, the rushing wind a deafening roar in his ears.

He landed upon a natural outcrop, a jagged protrusion of dark stone jutting from the crater's wall, offering shelter from the direct flow of molten rock.

Kyrian paused there for a brief interval.

Taking in the newly revealed world around him.

The sky above was a canvas of deep darkness.

Fine ash continued its descent.

The intense heat played tricks on the eyes, distorting the distant landscape.

Yet, he stood alive.

Stronger than he had ever been before.

Then, he reached for his spatial ring.

He retrieved a fresh set of garments, a humble orange cultivator's robe fashioned from resilient fabric that had already withstood the heat of the Intermediate Area.

After donning the robe, Kyrian imbued the cloth with a subtle layer of Qi.

This action was not born of necessity for personal protection; his body had long since achieved immunity to such extreme temperatures.

However, his attire was not so fortunate.

And he harbored a distinct preference against parading in the buff.

Finally, Kyrian tilted his head upwards.

The volcano's peak remained a considerable distance away.

Hundreds of meters overhead, a nearly vertical precipice of obsidian rock encircled the entirety of the crater. Scattered rocks, deep fissures, and vents expelling wisps of steam marked the treacherous ascent.

The terrain was undeniably hostile.

Majestic in its imposing nature.

Fitting, indeed.

Kyrian surveyed the daunting ascent.

His crimson-tinged orange eyes, within which embers seemed to dance, meticulously scanned the rocky facade, charting a potential course.

A subtle smile graced his lips.

A small smile, yet one brimming with fierce anticipation.

He clenched his fists, feeling the latent power thrumming within his very bones.

The potent energy of the Bone of Heaven coursed through him.

The fiery essence now coursing through his veins stirred in response.

He felt the internalized heat awaken along his spine, each vertebra pulsing with a gentle, resonant vibration.

His arduous journey within the volcano's fiery depths had reached its conclusion.

With a single, explosive leap, Kyrian launched himself towards the sheer mountain wall.

His feet found purchase on the unyielding rock.

And thus, he commenced his arduous climb out of the heart of the Great Volcano.