Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 640: Last days on the Caravan

When Kyrian left the alchemy competition arena, the sound of tens of thousands of spectators could still be heard behind him, a wave of applause and cheers that seemed determined to follow him through the corridors.

Even after passing through one of the side exits, where the echo of the voices faded against the stone walls, the applause continued to reverberate through the corridors of the Sky Caravan. It was a vibrant testament to the impact his victory had caused.

His name had spread through the arena like fire through dry straw, repeated by hundreds of voices in a chorus of admiration and disbelief.

Kyrian. First place. Ninety-five percent purity. Three rank 5 pills. A reconstruction of the recipe that had impressed even the elders of the Alchemists Association, who had witnessed countless competitions throughout their long careers.

But Kyrian had no intention of staying there to listen to the comments, receive congratulations, or enjoy the momentary glory.

The competition had ended, and he had obtained what he wanted, the recipe, the recognition, and the confirmation that his understanding of alchemy was on the right path. Now there were other things demanding his attention, other battles to be fought, other knowledge to be acquired.

The next competition, spiritual forging, his cultivation, and, most importantly, his departure from the Sky Caravan, all of this occupied his mind as he walked through the bustling streets of the Festival.

That part of the Caravan was much more crowded than usual, the streets overflowing with cultivators, merchants, and curious onlookers who had gathered for the final events of the Festival.

The Heavenly Descent Festival was approaching its final moments, and practically the entire Caravan seemed to be involved in the festival’s activities, as if every person were trying to absorb as much as possible before everything ended.

Merchants advertised their products with hoarse voices, offering their final treasures before the festival ended. Cultivators talked about the competitions, analyzing the results and speculating about the winners.

Groups of young people discussed the results of the alchemy trial, their voices animated. And, inevitably, Kyrian’s name appeared in several of these conversations, repeated with a mixture of admiration and disbelief.

"Look over there! It was that boy! The alchemist who came in first!"

"They say he produced pills with ninety-five percent purity."

"Ninety-five? Are you sure?"

"I heard it from the spectators themselves. He surpassed Master Bai by more than ten percent!"

"Does he really look that young?"

"Younger than I imagined. He must be around fifteen or sixteen."

Kyrian passed by them without slowing his pace, his expression unchanged. In less than half an hour, he reached the area where the next competition would be held, a completely different space from the alchemy arena, smaller, quieter, with an atmosphere of concentration that replaced the chaotic energy of the stands.

Even so, a large number of people had gathered around, participants and spectators who had come to witness the next stage of the Festival. Kyrian stopped before the entrance, his eyes scanning the sign indicating the next stage.

The comprehension competition, the trial that would test not strength or technical skill, but the ability to understand and absorb knowledge.

Of the five hundred participants who had managed to survive the previous stage, only one hundred had reached this phase, a drastic reduction that demonstrated the increasing difficulty of the competition.

Kyrian observed the competitors arriving one by one, his eyes scanning each face with a silent assessment.

Some were young, their faces still carrying traces of youth. Others already had gray hair, marks of decades of experience.

There were men and women, cultivators specialized in different paths, swordsmen with their blades, body cultivators with their powerful physiques, alchemists with their knowledge of herbs, formation masters with their complex patterns, refiners with their specialized tools, and even some cultivators carrying strange weapons that Kyrian could not identify.

Kyrian did not know exactly what he would encounter in that trial, but he was not worried. His eyes were his greatest advantage, a tool that allowed him to see what others could not. As long as he could directly observe a technique, his understanding would be far superior to that of an ordinary cultivator. The only question was discovering the type of technique that would be presented.

A short while later, all one hundred participants had arrived, and the doors were closed with a solemn sound that echoed through the space. An elder entered the center of the area, his presence imposing, his eyes scanning the participants with an assessment that was both stern and encouraging.

"Welcome to the next stage of the comprehension competition." His voice echoed through the room, amplified by subtle formations.

"In this trial, each participant will receive an incomplete technique. You will have a set period of time to understand its structure and demonstrate its execution. There will be no comparison of strength, nor will you need to possess a similar technique. What will be evaluated is your ability to understand the essence of the presented technique."

The participants remained attentive, their bodies leaning slightly forward.

The elder made a gesture, and formations activated around the room, creating one hundred small isolated areas. Each participant received a jade containing information about the technique, the cold and heavy object in their hands.

Kyrian held his, his fingers wrapping around its polished surface. The instant his consciousness touched the jade, countless pieces of information appeared in his mind like a river of knowledge.

It was an illusion technique, a relatively simple technique in concept but extremely complex in execution.

Its purpose was to interfere with the perception of the senses, creating a distortion that was not physical but mental. It did not create a true physical illusion, nor did it project images into the air or sounds out of nowhere. Instead, it altered the way the target interpreted what their senses received, distorting reality rather than replacing it.

Sound, sight, touch, and even spatial perception could be slightly distorted, creating a sensation of disorientation that could be exploited in combat.

Kyrian began to analyze, his violet eyes observing the energy structure of the technique with the precision of a surgeon.

The flows of Qi, the points where the energy should divide, and the small connections between the different components, everything revealed itself before his eyes like a transparent map.