Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 542: Conversation with Gao Ziyue (2)

Kyrian’s eyes drifted away for a brief moment.

"I almost died during the process. But I survived."

"And since then, it has become a part of me."

Gao Ziyue remained completely motionless.

"A... Fire Spirit..."

She murmured, almost to herself.

Her surprise only continued to grow, gathering like storm clouds before a tempest.

Spirits were extraordinarily rare beings, existences that transcended ordinary understanding. Even she, who had lived for many years and witnessed countless miracles, had never seen one with her own eyes.

After a few moments of silence, she asked again.

"Which region did you come from?"

"The Northern Territory."

Kyrian answered without hesitation.

"Hmm..."

She seemed to reflect, processing the information.

"Then you don’t belong to any great family."

"Nor to an ancient sect."

Kyrian shook his head slightly.

"No. My origins are quite ordinary."

He smiled faintly, a smile that carried more melancholy than joy.

"I came from a simple place."

The moment he spoke those words...

His mind inevitably wandered beyond the Mountains of the End.

The small mortal kingdoms where life was short and cultivation was little more than a myth. The ordinary people who lived and died without ever knowing the power of Qi. The dirt roads, the wooden houses, the scent of smoke, and simple meals.

And... Rurik.

For a few moments, he remained completely silent, lost in his memories.

Would he ever set foot in his homeland again? Would there still be something waiting for him there, or had everything already changed beyond recognition?

Gao Ziyue noticed that subtle change. But respecting his thoughts...

She did not interrupt.

She waited patiently until he returned to himself, her silence offering him a safe space for reflection.

Only then did she ask in a much lighter tone.

"Do you still have parents?"

"Or siblings?"

Kyrian answered without the slightest hesitation.

"No."

The answer was simple. Without sadness. Without dramatization. Just a fact.

She did not press further.

Instead, she asked another question.

"And why did you come to the Sky Caravan?"

"Most people travel thousands of kilometers in search of fame... treasures... or a powerful master."

Kyrian thought for a few moments before answering.

"Actually... it was almost a coincidence."

He raised his eyes toward the gigantic golden eye.

"I was traveling toward the Central Territory."

"Then... Azhura’k appeared above me."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"And my curiosity ended up bringing me here."

Gao Ziyue followed his gaze. Her hand slowly returned to caressing Azhura’k’s enormous golden iris.

"I see..."

She remained silent for a few seconds.

Then she let out a soft laugh.

"You know... You’re quite a strange person."

Kyrian looked at her.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No."

She answered immediately.

"Quite the opposite."

"Most people who obtain extraordinary power begin to believe they stand above everyone else."

"But you answered all of my questions without hiding almost anything."

She paused briefly.

"And you even offered to help me... without asking for absolutely anything in return."

Her voice became a little quieter.

"You have no idea how rare that is."

"The cultivation world doesn’t usually produce people like that."

Kyrian remained silent.

He truly didn’t know how to answer. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to help her only to free Azhura’k, or because he genuinely wanted to help her.

Perhaps... it was a little of both.

That woman’s presence stirred within him a feeling he had never experienced before. It was something new, an emotion he couldn’t quite name.

Difficult to explain. But...

His heart truly beat faster every time he met her in that place.

...

The two remained silent for a few more moments.

The domain seemed to breathe around them, the darkness pulsing with a rhythm that echoed the beating of their hearts. Azhura’k’s enormous eye continued to pulse slowly, like an ancient heart observing their conversation.

The intimacy of the moment was palpable, a connection that transcended words.

Then... Kyrian decided it was his turn.

"May I ask you a question as well?"

Gao Ziyue tilted her head slightly.

"Of course."

Kyrian’s violet eyes fixed directly on the black mist that completely concealed her face.

Then he asked calmly.

"Why do you hide your true appearance?"

The question lingered in the void. For a moment... everything became completely still.

Even Gao Ziyue seemed to freeze.

Her body stiffened, tension spreading through her shoulders and arms. The hand that had been caressing Azhura’k’s golden iris stopped moving entirely, hovering motionless in the air.

Even without being able to see her face... Kyrian clearly sensed her surprise.

She slowly turned toward him.

"How..." Her voice was no longer as calm as before.

"How do you know that?"

There was unmistakable astonishment in her words.

"How on earth did you realize I’m hiding my true appearance?"

She stared at him for several long seconds.

"Not even cultivators far above my realm can notice that."

Kyrian answered naturally.

"Because I can see through any illusion."

Silence returned. This time... much heavier.

The mist surrounding Gao Ziyue seemed to waver slightly, as though disturbed by an invisible wind.

"See..."

"...through any illusion?"

She repeated slowly, savoring each word.

Then she asked almost immediately.

"Do you also possess a Heavenly Physique?"

Her voice carried an expectation that was difficult to conceal.

’Only an extraordinarily powerful ocular physique should be capable of seeing through my illusion.’

Kyrian shook his head.

"No."

The answer left Gao Ziyue visibly confused.

"No?"

"Then how..."

Kyrian answered honestly.

"Actually... my eyes are an Innate Talent."

The words had barely left his mouth... when Gao Ziyue suddenly stood up.

The movement was so abrupt that even the mist surrounding her body seemed to stir violently, rippling like a cloak caught in the wind.

"What?!"

Her exclamation echoed throughout the entire domain, reverberating through the endless void.

She remained completely motionless.

As though she had just heard something impossible.

"Is... is that true?"

Her voice trembled with disbelief.

Kyrian almost smiled at her reaction.

"It’s true."

He answered calmly.

"I was born with them."

Gao Ziyue remained standing.

She seemed incapable of organizing her own thoughts, her mind struggling to process that information.

"An Innate Talent..."

She murmured to herself in a low voice.

"Eyes capable of seeing through any illusion..."

"This..."

She took a deep breath.

Then she asked another question.

"Wait... were you born a mortal?"

Kyrian nodded naturally.

"Yes."

Once again...

She was left completely speechless.

After a few seconds, she slowly raised one hand to her forehead, an almost human gesture of disbelief.

"So... you truly are a mortal."

She let out a small laugh of pure astonishment.

"Unbelievable..."

Her mind raced.

An Innate Talent. The Bone of Heaven.

Either one of those blessings alone was enough to turn someone into a rare genius, the kind that appeared only once every millennium.

Kyrian... possessed both.

She looked once more at the young man seated before her.

For the first time since meeting him...

She felt that perhaps she was facing someone whose talent surpassed even the monsters of the great powers.

Perhaps... even her own.

"You..."

she spoke almost unconsciously.

"You truly are unique."

Kyrian merely tilted his head slightly.

"Unique?"

"Yes."

She answered immediately.

"Even among the countless geniuses I’ve known... I’ve never heard of anyone like you."

"A mortal. With an ocular Innate Talent. And carrying a Bone of Heaven."

She slowly shook her head.

"It completely defies common sense."

For a few moments... she simply observed Kyrian.

Or rather... observed him through the dense mist covering her own face.

Then... she slowly exhaled.

Her surprise gradually began to fade, the tension in her shoulders slowly easing.

She took a few steps, her footsteps silent upon the invisible ground.

Then sat down before him once more.

This time... the silence between them felt different.

There was more trust. More ease.

Her hand slowly returned to Azhura’k’s enormous golden iris.

But... unlike before... she did not resume caressing it. It simply remained still.

The mist surrounding her body moved slowly, as though alive, rippling in hypnotic patterns.

When she finally spoke again... her voice was much softer. Almost hesitant.

"I..."

She paused briefly.

"I don’t hide my appearance entirely of my own will."

Kyrian remained silent.

Waiting for her to continue.

She took a deep breath.