Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 647: Last days on the Caravan (8)

Kyrian also continued advancing, his mind immersed in the depths of his own essence. An hour had passed; he did not know exactly how much time had elapsed, but he could estimate it from the rhythm of the people around him, from the small changes in the energy of the environment. His attention was completely focused, every thought directed toward understanding lightning.

Lightning Qi was not merely energy. Kyrian began to perceive something he had previously ignored; lightning possessed an extremely contradictory nature, a duality that was the key to its essence.

It was speed, but it was also explosion. It was destruction, but it could also be extremely precise. It was chaotic, but it obeyed strict rules, patterns that repeated throughout all of its manifestations.

The more Kyrian thought about it, the more he understood. His Qi began to change, very little, almost nothing, but it changed. His lightning intent became clearer, more defined, and more aligned with its true nature.

Then Kyrian once again sent a small current of Qi toward the blindfold. This time, he did not try to attack; he tried to make the Qi understand, to communicate its essence to the seal. The energy entered the structure, and a new crack appeared, wider than the previous ones.

’Buzz!’ This time, it lasted longer. Kyrian could hear the muffled sound again, as if he were underwater, but it was there. He could hear the wind, some people breathing, and a cultivator shouting in frustration. Then the silence returned.

’It’s working.’ Kyrian continued his steady progress. He did not need to break the seal by force; he needed to make his own Qi be recognized by the structure, to have his comprehension accepted as the key to his liberation.

The blindfold was not simply blocking his body; it was testing his comprehension.

...

An hour and a half had passed, and many participants still remained completely motionless, their minds struggling against the silence and darkness. Some were beginning to panic, despair settling into their hearts. Not knowing how much time had passed made the test even more difficult, each minute seeming like an eternity.

A man repeatedly tried to send Qi into the seal, each attempt more desperate than the last. Nothing; his energy was absorbed without any effect. Again, nothing. Once more, nothing. His breathing began to grow heavy, panic drawing near.

’Why?!’

He had used every kind of method, attack, compression, expansion, circulation. Nothing worked, every approach encountering the same unyielding resistance.

Another participant had managed to partially recover his sense of touch, his hand beginning to tingle with a sensation like needles. He almost smiled, but the effect disappeared a few seconds later. Even so, it gave him hope, a spark of light amid the darkness.

...

Kyrian remained completely calm, his mind an oasis of tranquility amid the chaos. His progress was not fast either, but it was steady. With every attempt, he understood something new; every failure was a lesson, every discovery a step toward liberation.

He began to realize that lightning intent was not merely a manifestation of affinity; it was the result of comprehension. The more he understood lightning, the more refined his intent became, and the more refined his intent became, the more easily his Qi could interact with the seal. It was a virtuous cycle that fed on itself.

Two hours. Kyrian felt a profound change, a comprehension that took root in his mind like a fundamental truth.

This time, he did not send Qi. He simply allowed his lightning intent to circulate, his comprehension flowing through his meridians. The Qi followed naturally, a small electric current traveling through his consciousness.

’Buzz!’ The seal reacted violently, and for an instant, his hearing returned completely. Kyrian heard tens of thousands of voices, a sea of sounds that engulfed him.

"How much time has passed?"

"Did anyone succeed?"

"They can’t even feel their bodies!"

"This is too difficult!"

"Has anyone already broken it?"

Then the silence returned, but Kyrian opened his eyes, his gaze remaining calm.

’It’s close.’ He could feel it; the comprehension he was seeking was beginning to take shape, the pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place.

But something was still missing, one final piece that he needed to find. He returned to observing his own Qi, not lightning as a technique, not intent, not strength, but the relationship between the three. Energy, path, and intent. How they connected, how they nourished each other, how they completed one another.

Kyrian plunged deeper and deeper, his final comprehensions slowly taking shape.

Meanwhile, other participants were also beginning to show results. One man had managed to partially recover his sense of touch, his hand trembling slightly. The young man in gray robes had recovered his hearing, muffled sounds reaching him. Others still remained trapped in absolute silence, their minds struggling against the darkness.

The competition continued, and no one knew who would be first. But, at that moment, Kyrian had already found the correct direction; he only needed to take the final steps, the final comprehensions, and the final barrier. And, when he finally understood, the seal would have no reason to exist anymore.

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The tension in the stands increased as time continued to pass. Two hours had already elapsed since the beginning of the test, but none of the forty-five participants had managed to completely break the seal.

"This is taking too long."

"Two hours have already passed."

"Is this test really that difficult?"

An older cultivator, sitting a few rows below, shook his head.

"If it were easy, someone would have already broken the seal."

"But they all made it to the final. Their comprehension should be extremely high."

"Precisely because of that."

The old man pointed toward the motionless competitors.

"These forty-five people have already proven that they possess extraordinary comprehension. If even they are taking this long, imagine the level of difficulty required to complete the test."

Some spectators slowly nodded.

"Then who will be the first?"

"No one knows."

"Perhaps that man in the gray robes."

"Or that older cultivator near the center."

"I think it will be Kyrian, that young man with violet eyes."

Upon hearing that name, some people immediately agreed.

"Kyrian really did finish all the previous tests first."

"But this test is different."

"Yes. Here, speed alone doesn’t matter. You need to understand your own path."

"Then perhaps someone with decades of cultivation has an advantage."

The discussion quickly spread throughout the stands.

"Who do you think will win?"

"It’s impossible to say."

"Then we can only wait."

The gazes returned to the center of the arena.

Forty-five figures remained motionless, each trapped within their own world, trying to find the key hidden within their own energy.

Time continued to move forward.

And although only two hours had passed, to those competitors, it seemed as though days had gone by.

No one knew who would be the first to break the seal. No one even knew if anyone would succeed.

All they could do was wait.