Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 520: Future Help

Kyrian remained silent for a long time.

The echoes of the memories he had witnessed still resonated within his mind, every scene engraved with a clarity he knew would never fade.

Azhura’k’s pain, the desperation of her struggle, and the violence of her imprisonment, all of it remained there, fresh and vivid, as though it had happened only moments ago.

His chest continued to rise and fall slowly as the emotions stirred by Azhura’k’s memories finally began to settle.

The shared pain gradually faded, though not completely. There was a scar now, a mark left behind by the experience that would forever change the way he saw that creature.

She had left something behind. A new feeling that Kyrian had never expected to experience.

It was not merely pity. It was not the shallow compassion one feels for a suffering stranger. It was something deeper, more fundamental—a connection that transcended time and space, a bond forged through the sharing of immense pain.

The image of that creature, chained for countless millennia, refused to leave his mind. Azhura’k had never sought power, wealth, or glory.

She did not desire domination or revenge. She merely wished to live freely, soaring through the skies that were hers by right, feeling the wind beneath her wings and the warmth of the sun upon her scales.

Yet... her freedom had been stolen away.

Kyrian took a deep breath, feeling the cold air of the domain fill his lungs. His eyes returned to the gigantic golden iris, which remained motionless, eternal, gazing into the void with a sadness that he now understood completely.

Now that he knew her story, that gaze seemed even sadder than before. Every ripple within the iris was an echo of suffering, every pattern of light a reminder of her lost freedom.

After several moments of contemplative silence, Kyrian turned toward Gao Ziyue.

"Do you know who those three cultivators were who attacked Azhura’k?" he asked, his voice calm yet firm. He paused briefly, organizing his thoughts.

"And what kind of artifact was that chain that’s still binding her?"

He knew Gao Ziyue was the Sky Heir, the daughter of the Sky Family, the one who had access to secrets that few in the world knew. If anyone possessed answers, it was probably her.

The young woman remained silent for several seconds, her shadowy figure motionless within the darkness. When she finally spoke, her voice carried a weight Kyrian had never heard before.

"They were the ancestors of the Sky Family." Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as though the words themselves were difficult to speak aloud.

"I don’t know their names. The family’s oldest records did not preserve that kind of information... or perhaps it was deliberately concealed."

She turned her gaze toward Azhura’k, her hand still resting upon the golden iris.

"All I know is that after enslaving her, they disappeared from history. There is no mention of them in any scroll, any record, or any chronicle from that era. It is as though they deliberately erased themselves."

Kyrian listened carefully, processing the information. Ancestors of the Sky Family. That explained why the creature was connected to the family, why the Sky Caravan had been built upon her body.

"As for the artifact..." She gently shook her head, a gesture of frustration.

"We simply call it the Command Artifact. I’ve never heard its true name. It is one of the family’s most closely guarded secrets, passed down only from Patriarch to Patriarch."

Her expression grew even heavier, the frustration evident in her voice.

"Only the Patriarch of the Sky Family is allowed to approach it. It is an absolute secret, protected by formations and guardians that not even I, as the heir, am able to challenge. I have never even managed to get close."

She let out a faint, bitter smile, a sound carrying years of frustration and longing.

"It has remained sealed away at the top of the Sky Tower since time immemorial. A tower that reaches the clouds, surrounded by barriers that only the Patriarch’s bloodline can pass through."

Kyrian remained thoughtful, absorbing every word.

So that was how it was. Even as the heir, even as the daughter of the family that ruled everything, Gao Ziyue had no freedom to investigate. The Sky Family’s power, which appeared absolute to the outside world, was also a prison for its own members.

Most likely... she had tried countless times to find a way to free Azhura’k. Years of silent research, cautious questions, and frustrated attempts to access forbidden knowledge.

But that meant standing against her own family. Against her own ancestors, the ones who had built the empire she was destined to inherit. Against everything she had been taught since childhood, against the traditions and beliefs that had shaped her life.

It was an enormous burden for anyone to carry alone.

Gao Ziyue’s eyes remained fixed upon the gigantic golden eye, her figure standing motionless within the darkness.

"There isn’t much I can do right now..." Her voice nearly disappeared into the darkness, so soft that Kyrian could barely hear it.

"My strength is still insufficient. My position is still too fragile. If I acted now, I would be stopped, perhaps even punished, and Azhura’k would continue to suffer."

She slowly clenched her hand into a fist, her fingers tightening with determination.

"But one day..." Her voice grew firmer, filled with conviction.

"When I become strong enough... when I take command of the Sky Family..."

Her aura became resolute, an energy Kyrian could feel even through the darkness.

"I will free Azhura’k."

The words were spoken without the slightest hesitation. It was not a dream, nor a vague wish. It was a promise, a declaration of intent that came from the depths of her soul.

"It was the promise I made to myself... many years ago," she continued, her voice gentle yet unwavering.

"The first time I entered this domain, the first time I saw her memories, the first time I felt her pain. I knew I could never ignore what I had witnessed."

Kyrian remained silent, observing the determination within the figure cloaked in shadows. It was a determination much like his own, the will to become stronger, to surpass his limits, to shape reality according to his principles.

It was rare to meet someone capable of carrying such a heavy burden with such unwavering conviction.

After a few moments, Kyrian spoke naturally, the words escaping before he had even reflected upon them.

"If you ever need help..."

He paused briefly, considering what he was about to say.

"You can count on me."

The moment he finished speaking, he realized what he had just said. The magnitude of that promise was immense. At present, he was merely a cultivator of the Core Formation Realm, someone still in the early stages of his journey.

Even if his talent was extraordinary, it would take years, perhaps even decades, before he possessed the strength necessary to interfere in something of that magnitude.

The Sky Family was one of the most powerful forces in the world, possessing resources, influence, and strength that surpassed the comprehension of most cultivators. To stand against them was a challenge few would even dare to consider.

Even so... he did not regret it.

After feeling Azhura’k’s pain, after witnessing thousands of years of suffering, it was something he genuinely wanted to do. It was not an impulsive decision, but a conscious choice based upon what he believed was right.

Not only for Gao Ziyue.

But also for Azhura’k.

Gao Ziyue slowly turned her face toward him. Even though he could not see her expression through the darkness surrounding her, Kyrian noticed the change in her posture. A subtle relaxation, a gentleness that had not been there before.

She was smiling. A small, gentle smile filled with a gratitude that words could never express.

"If that day ever comes..." She offered a slight bow, a gesture of respect Kyrian had never expected from someone of her status.

"I would be deeply grateful for your help."

In her heart, she did not regard those words as mere politeness. Kyrian possessed a Heavenly Bone, a talent comparable to her own Heavenly Physique.

Someone like him... sooner or later... would naturally stand among the greatest experts in the world.

If the day ever came when she had to stand against the Sky Family itself, having someone of his caliber by her side would be an enormous help.