Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 514: Breakthroughs in Cultivation

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Kyrian rigorously practiced the Mountain-Cleaving Slash for three hours, his body easily enduring the strain. He meticulously reviewed every movement, identifying subtle imperfections in his technique. While he learned the basics of the saber far faster than any other cultivator, Kyrian found his progress unsatisfying compared to his supernatural aptitude in other fields.

’I had to think too much.’ He reflected, his judgment merciless.

’Correct too much. Repeat too much.’

His brows furrowed slightly, a subtle line of concentration forming.

’My understanding of the saber is clearly below my understanding of the sword.’

There was no frustration in his thoughts. Much less disappointment. He simply accepted that fact naturally, just as he accepted that the sun rose in the east and set in the west.

Every cultivator possessed different affinities. Some were born destined for fire, their understanding of the blazing element almost intuitive.

Others were destined for ice, feeling the cold as an extension of their own essence. Some naturally understood formations, seeing patterns where others saw only lines. Others could never draw even a single array correctly, no matter how much they trained.

Perhaps... the saber simply was not his greatest talent.

A faint smile appeared on his lips, a smile of acceptance.

’I’m not a genius when it comes to the saber.’

The conclusion came without any emotional weight. It was not an admission of failure, merely a statement of fact.

’But it’s good enough to learn and pass the time.’

After all, having another weapon in his repertoire could never be a bad thing. Every new skill was another tool in his arsenal, one more option when faced with different challenges.

Especially when he possessed a Peak Spiritual Saber waiting to be used.

Even if he never reached the same heights with the saber that he would with the sword, it would still be a powerful weapon. And power was always welcome.

Kyrian breathed slowly, his thoughts about training gradually fading away. His mind naturally calmed, the waves of thought smoothing out until the surface of his consciousness became completely tranquil.

His heart returned to complete serenity.

Then, he opened his eyes.

The night sky was perfectly clear, without a single cloud to obscure the view. Thousands of stars shone above the Sky Caravan, scattered like tiny jewels across an immense black tapestry.

Some were brilliant, others nearly invisible, but all of them contributed to the celestial tapestry stretching from horizon to horizon.

The moon silently illuminated the courtyard, its silver light bathing the stones, the tree, and the fountain. The shadows were deep and dark, contrasting with the gentle glow of the moonlight.

"Now..." He murmured softly, the words barely more than a whisper.

"It’s time to cultivate."

He straightened his posture, adjusting himself upon the stone. His back remained perfectly straight, his shoulders relaxed.

His hands rested naturally upon his knees, palms facing upward, open to receive the energy of the universe.

His breathing became deep and steady.

He inhaled. He exhaled. Once again. Each cycle was slower than the last, more controlled. The air entered his lungs, filled with Qi and left, carrying away the impurities within his body.

Until every beat of his heart had completely slowed, his body entered a state of profound rest.

Then, he slowly raised his head, his eyes turning toward the star-filled sky.

The next instant... his violet pupils lit up.

His vision changed completely.

The world lost its ordinary colors, the green of the leaves, the gray of the stones, the dark blue of the night sky. In their place appeared an endless ocean of tiny luminous particles.

Millions. Billions. Countless points of Qi filled absolutely every corner of the space around him, a radiant mist stretching endlessly in every direction.

They floated through the air like dust illuminated by sunlight, drifting along invisible currents. Some were golden like the setting sun. Others were blue like the deepest sky. There were also crimson, green, silver, and violet particles, each carrying different natural attributes.

At the same time, an incredibly stable connection was established between his eyes and his third dantian.

There was no pain. No resistance. Much less the feeling of instability that had existed when he had first awakened that ability. There was no longer any struggle to control the energy, no uncertainty about what would happen next.

Everything functioned with absolute perfection. The flow was natural, and smooth, like a river finding its course after a long journey.

The Mirrored Third Eye opened completely.

Instantly, a powerful force of suction was born within his eyes. It was neither violent nor uncontrolled; it was like a call, an invitation that the surrounding Qi could not refuse.

The countless spiritual particles began converging toward him. At first slowly, as if hesitant. Then faster and faster, as though recognizing the quality of the void calling them.

The Qi entered through his eyes like two radiant rivers, streams of pure energy shining with every color of the spectrum. It silently traveled through the special channels connected to his pupils, purifying every spiritual passage it flowed through.

The impurities that had accumulated throughout the day were burned away by the purifying energy.

Then... it flowed directly into the third dantian.

The moment the energy entered that small inner world, the dantian began vibrating intensely. It was a deep, resonant vibration, like the ringing of a great bell echoing through a cavern.

Its size gradually increased, expanding to accommodate the constant flow of energy. Its walls became stronger, more durable, and capable of withstanding greater pressure. The energy within became denser and purer with every passing moment.

There was no bottleneck. No obstruction. None of the problems that plagued less talented cultivators. His body, strengthened by the restructuring of the Heaven Bone and refined through months of cultivation, was a perfect vessel for energy.

His cultivation advanced naturally.

A few minutes later... a wave of energy spread throughout his entire body.

The third dantian broke through.

From the Fourth Stage to the Fifth Stage of Qi Accumulation.

Energy burst outward from the dantian, flowing through all of his meridians in a wave of purification. Every cell of his body was touched, strengthened, and refined.

Part of that excess energy spread through his muscles, bones, and organs, subtly strengthening his physique.

Kyrian did not even open his eyes. His expression remained serene, his breathing steady. He continued absorbing, his body was now a magnet for the surrounding energy.

More Qi. More energy. More strengthening.

The flow remained constant, the call of his eyes unwavering.

Half an hour later... another silent explosion occurred within his body.

Sixth Stage.