Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 394 - 395

The entire world underwent a transformation.

The moment Kyrian fully unleashed the power of the Bone of the Heavens, an indescribable sensation, surpassing all prior experiences, washed over him.

It felt as though his consciousness had vastly expanded.

As if his existence was no longer confined within the physical limits of his body, bound by mere flesh and bone. It was as if his personal boundaries had dissolved, permitting his perception to stretch far beyond his skin.

The inferno. The scorching heat. The molten rock. The fiery Qi extended for miles upon miles.

All of it seemed to become a part of him. Or perhaps the reverse was true. Perhaps he had become an integral part of it.

His spine pulsed with fierce intensity, not the steady, measured beat from before, but a powerful, thrumming sensation, akin to the heart of an ancient behemoth awakening from a slumber spanning millennia.

Each pulse sent invisible waves radiating outwards through the surroundings. The atmosphere vibrated. The very ground trembled. Even the light itself appeared to warp and distort in Kyrian's vicinity.

Around his form, immense quantities of fire Qi began to congregate.

These energies were not flowing into his meridians. They were not being absorbed into his cores. They were simply… orbiting his physical being.

Resembling celestial bodies revolving around a sun. Like loyal retainers gathering in the presence of their sovereign. The very air grew heavy and oppressive.

So dense that the four leaders struggled simply to draw breath.

Each inhalation became a laborious task. Each exhalation brought a brief respite. The surrounding pressure emanating from Kyrian was so overwhelming; it felt like an unseen hand cinching their lungs.

The elder wielding the spear widened his eyes considerably.

His spiritual sense shrieked a dire warning. Mortal peril.

The density of the Qi gathered around Kyrian was so profound that it already surpassed the individual presence of any single one of them.

No. It dwart the combined strength of all of them put together.

It was akin to witnessing a cultivator in the mid or high stages of Spiritual Awakening, one of those formidable individuals whom none of them would dare to confront.

"That's utterly impossible..."

The wielder of the axe stammered, his voice cracking with disbelief.

The swordsman's face was ghastly pale, drained of all color, making his cheeks appear almost white.

The saber-wielder clenched the hilt of his weapon with such force that his knuckles turned bone-white, the tendons standing out sharply beneath his skin.

Then…

The volcano let out a tremendous roar.

’BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!’

The sound seemed to rend the very heavens asunder.

The entire mountain shuddered violently, not a mere tremor, but a catastrophic earthquake that dislodged rocks, sending them cascading down the slopes, and split the ground open, creating numerous fissures.

Massive fissures, resembling cosmic spiderwebs, erupted around the crater, extending outwards. Some were several meters in width. Others stretched dozens of meters across.

Moments later…

The magma erupted forth.

A colossal column of incandescent lava surged skyward, not for mere dozens of meters, but for hundreds. The flow ascended towards the heavens like a radiant spear, bathing the entire vicinity in a fierce red-orange glow.

The sky was instantly painted a deep crimson.

Molten rocks rained down in all directions, some as large as fists, others comparable to small wagons. A deluge of fire began to fall upon the landscape.

And then came the second detonation. Followed by a third. Then a fourth.

The Great Volcano erupted in its entirety.

Like a primordial beast rousing itself from an eons-long slumber, filled with hunger, rage, and raw life.

The vast sea of magma commenced its overflow, cascading down the mountainsides.

It descended the mountain in torrents of fire.

Consuming everything in its inexorable path.

Rocks turned to liquid. Ash burst into flames. The very air felt as though it were burning.

The four leaders felt an icy dread grip their hearts.

Because the flowing lava was not behaving randomly.

It was not simply succumbing to the natural force of gravity, spreading out in every direction as it ought to.

It was advancing directly towards them.

Moving with the precision of an army following commands. Like a sentient tide.

’We cannot afford to wait any longer!’ the old man transmitted urgently through his spiritual sense, his mental voice laced with extreme haste.

’Eliminate him now! Unleash every ounce of your power!’

’If we grant him even a few more seconds, we seal our doom!’

The other three concurred without hesitation.

None among them were fools. They had witnessed more than enough.

That young man was far from ordinary. Perhaps he never had been. Perhaps, from the very outset, they had foolishly provoked a true monster.

But now, it was irrevocably too late. Only the act of killing remained.

The forms of the four figures vanished from sight.

Movement techniques were activated in unison, each leader deploying his most potent movement art, the one reserved solely for critical moments of life and death.

The ground beneath their feet erupted; craters materialized where they had just stood.

Their speeds doubled. Then they doubled once more.

The old man charged from the front, his obsidian spear blazing with condensed Qi, crimson runes pulsing vibrantly along its shaft.

The axe-wielder advanced from the right, his dual blades whirling in a deadly, intricate pattern, each rotation slicing the air with a sharp, resonant hum.

The swordsman initiated his assault from the left, his straight sword shimmering with an ethereal bluish light, embodying a precision technique capable of penetrating any defense.

The saber-wielder approached from behind, his curved blade wreathed in crimson flames, the intense heat visibly distorting the air around it.

Four perfectly coordinated attacks.

Four distinct angles of assault.

Utterly no openings.

No conceivable possibility of escape.

Kyrian perceived every single detail of the unfolding assault.

His eyes, those orange orbs with crimson flames dancing within the pupils, meticulously analyzed every movement.

Yet, he also grasped a crucial understanding.

Evasion was impossible. The four concerted assaults enveloped every conceivable direction with a speed far exceeding anything previously displayed. Kyrian could not possibly dodge such velocity.

There was no space for a sidestep, no room for a leap, and no possibility of a spin.

Blocking was equally futile.

Four cultivators at the Spiritual Awakening stage. Four high-grade spiritual weapons. Four perfectly synchronized attacks.

Even with his bone reinforcement, even with his enhanced resilience...

He knew he would not survive absorbing those direct strikes.

However, a sense of calm pervaded him.

This was because, at that precise moment...

The very world seemed to align in his favor.

The four incoming attacks were on the cusp of connecting.

The old man could practically savor the taste of victory, his spear now mere inches from Kyrian’s chest.

The axe-wielder’s lips curled into a triumphant smile.

The swordsman was already visualizing his subsequent execution.

The saber-wielder braced, anticipating the forceful impact.

Then...

Kyrian’s form simply ceased to exist.

Vanished, as if plucked from reality.

There was no discernable movement technique, no sudden surge of speed, not even a flicker of spatial displacement.

One instant, he was present.

The very next, he was gone.

The leaders’ eyes snapped wide open in disbelief.

"Where did he go?!"

The combined force of the four attacks slammed into nothing but empty air.

The subsequent cataclysmic explosion, the convergence of four Spiritual Awakening techniques at a single point, was truly devastating.

A colossal shockwave radiated outwards in all directions.

Dozens of meters of the mountainside were obliterated. Rocks were reduced to dust, and immense craters gaped open.

A thick cloud of ash billowed forth like a harbinger of death.

But Kyrian was nowhere to be found.