Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 390 - 391

Beneath Kyrian's skin, his spine shimmered with an internal radiance.

A faint, rhythmic pulsation emanated from within his orange robe, donned after his ascent from the magma's depths.

From the base of his neck to his lower back, each vertebra became illuminated.

Golden veins, resembling liquid fire, traced a steady path along his spine.

The Bone of the Heavens served as an anchor, stabilizing his entire being.

This newfound power allowed Kyrian to wield it without the agonizing repercussions he endured when employing the Aura of Ice against the Five-Horned Lava Lizard.

'Back then, that ice nearly claimed my life,' Kyrian reflected internally.

'The Aura was simply too overwhelming for my body's capacity.'

'But now, with my transformed physique and the Heavenly Bone of the Fire Path, wielding the Aura of Fire presents far fewer perils, even though I've yet to breach the Spiritual Fusion Realm.'

Observing Kyrian, the elder retreated several paces, his gaze locked onto the youth.

He recognized the futility of confronting the intense flames directly, at least not with his current Qi barrier as a defense.

A complex expression contorted his features, a disquieting blend of frustration, astonishment, and a darker, more covetous emotion.

Yet, intertwined with these feelings...

His gaze intensified with avarice.

"Ming Hai..." he uttered, his voice barely a whisper.

"You truly bequeathed something extraordinary..."

Within his mind, no other explanation seemed plausible.

Such formidable power, flames capable of liquefying his protective barrier, an almost supernatural resilience, and a staggering surge in cultivation could only signify one thing: the inheritance.

It had to be the treasure concealed deep within the volcano.

And that led to an inescapable conclusion.

He was determined to claim it.

No matter the cost.

His greed festered, growing with each passing moment.

His killing intent surged in tandem.

With renewed resolve, he advanced once more.

This time, hesitation was absent from his movements.

The spear was raised high above his head, its tip aimed defiantly at the heavens.

Fire Qi erupted around his form, not as a shield, but as a ferocious offensive tempest, radiating waves of intense heat in all directions.

Behind the elder, an immense serpentine creature composed of fire materialized.

Forged from concentrated spiritual energy, the serpent was colossal, easily spanning ten meters, its body constructed from flames so dense they appeared almost tangible.

Its scales shimmered like molten metal, each one pulsing with potent Qi.

Its fangs, as long as short swords, seemed capable of rending any defense asunder.

"Scarlet Spear Art – Fire Serpent!"

The serpent unleashed a piercing roar.

It was not the cry of a mere beast, but the cacophonous symphony of roaring fire, exploding air, and expanding Qi.

With a powerful lunge, it surged forward.

Mirroring the elder's thrust, the serpent streaked through the air.

The attack traversed countless meters in mere instants.

Obliterating everything in its destructive path.

Any cultivator at the Core Formation realm would have met instant oblivion.

Even one at the Ninth Stage of that realm, standing on the precipice of Spiritual Awakening, would have been reduced to mere ashes.

However, Kyrian harbored no intention of engaging the fiery serpent head-on.

Possessing resistance was not synonymous with invulnerability.

His body, even after its transformation by the Bone of the Heavens, even with bones harder than any spiritual metal, remained susceptible to injury.

The sheer physical force conveyed by that spear, the impact itself rather than the flames, still posed a grave threat.

A highly significant danger.

A spear wielded by a Spiritual Awakening expert could potentially pierce even his augmented bones.

'I cannot block such an attack,' Kyrian surmised silently.

'But blocking it is not my objective.'

His eyes began to glow anew, an intense crimson light emanating from them.

The fiery orbs within his pupils expanded, gradually engulfing nearly his entire iris.

And in response, the very world seemed to shift.

'FOOOOM!'

A vast expanse of orange fire erupted around Kyrian's form.

It was not a static wall.

It was not a mere defensive barrier.

It was a cataclysmic explosion of pure flame.

The very earth beneath them ignited in a spectacular display.

Kyrian felt the Bone of the Heavens thrumming within him, and the ground responded in kind.

Towering walls of fire surged from the earth, effectively halting the fiery serpent's relentless advance.

Not a single wall, or two.

Dozens rose in unison.

The two opposing energies clashed violently.

And the struggle was anything but equal.

The serpent's inferno, the culmination of the old man's ultimate technique, his signature move, began to wane and falter.

It was being consumed.

Devoured whole.

As if confronted by a superior, more dominant force.

An energy that utterly dwarfed its own.

An entity it could not possibly hope to challenge.

"What?!"

The elder's eyes widened in disbelief, his spear trembling uncontrollably in his grasp.

He could distinctly feel his Qi being siphoned away.

His carefully crafted technique, instead of progressing, was being absorbed entirely by Kyrian's burgeoning flames.

Then, an even more alarming sensation washed over him.

Instinctive danger.

Without conscious thought, he jerked his head around.

And beheld them.

Flames erupting behind him, seemingly from nowhere.

Without any prior indication or warning.

These flames had not originated from the ground.

They had not descended from the sky.

They had simply manifested, as if the very fabric of space had caught fire.

As if the flames possessed the ability to appear anywhere within Kyrian's immediate line of sight.

A guttural, bestial roar escaped the elder as his Qi barrier instantly materialized around his body, a desperate act of self-preservation.

The encroaching flames impacted his hastily erected defense.

And immediately began to breach it.

Again.

His expression underwent a drastic transformation.

The frustration was gone, replaced entirely.

By raw, unadulterated fear.

He made a hasty retreat, abandoning his position, his offensive, and the serpent that dissolved into the air without his directive.

However, it was already too late.

A fraction of the fire managed to graze his sleeve.

’FOOOOSH!’

Half the fabric vanished in an instant, turning into ashes that were carried away by the wind.

The arm still beneath remained unharmed solely due to his swift reaction, pulling away before the flames could engulf his flesh.

Yet, it was a close call.

An extremely close call.

The other three leaders fell into complete silence, their disbelief palpable.

None could fathom the scene unfolding before them.

A cultivator at the Spiritual Awakening realm.

The eldest amongst their group.

The most seasoned.

The one possessing the highest cultivation level.

He was being cornered.

By someone who was only in the Core Formation Realm.

Someone who, by all logical deduction, should not have even been able to lay a finger on a Spiritual Awakening cultivator.

The situation was utterly preposterous.

Unheard of.

Monstrous.

The old man was now breathing heavily.

Not due to fatigue.

His body was still a considerable distance from being exhausted.

A vast distance, in fact.

But his heavy breaths were from sheer shock.

His left sleeve was gone, reduced to mere ash.

His pride, too, was beginning to disintegrate.

Meanwhile...

Kyrian stood perfectly still in his original spot.

Unscathed.

Without even a scratch.

Not a single burn mark.

Every single assault launched by the old man had either missed its mark or, upon contact with the flames, had been nullified by the superior might of his fire.

And even when the old man's Fire Qi managed to approach him...

The flames simply ceased to exist.

As if they were incapable of inflicting any harm upon him.

A profound silence enveloped the battlefield.

The wind carried away the remnants of the destroyed sleeve.

Kyrian slowly lifted his hand.

A small, controlled orange flame flickered in his palm, yet it throbbed with a power that all four leaders could distinctly feel.

"Are you going to continue your futile attempts?" Kyrian inquired calmly.

"Or will you finally acknowledge that this is utterly pointless?"

His gaze swept over the four men.

There was an absence of fear in his eyes.

The old man clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding.

His grip tightened on the black spear, so fiercely that his knuckles turned stark white.

However, he did not launch another attack.

Not at that moment.

Because for the very first time...

He harbored no certainty of achieving victory on his own.