134: Chapter 134 Eternal Sleeping Eyes

In the deepest part of the Earth's crust, there was another layer of structure.

Countless ancient markings converged, intertwined, and wove together there—not random mineral textures, but a deliberately crafted, extremely complex topological structure.

The trajectory of every marking was precisely calculated, nested within one another, layer upon layer.

They formed a pattern.

Jiang Feng's spiritual attribute traced the markings all the way down.

The outline of the pattern emerged bit by bit in his consciousness.

Arcs. A vast number of arcs. Converging at two focal points.

The arcs above were dense and slender, radiating outwards—

He stopped.

The image in his mind froze.

An eye.

Closed.

Billions of ancient markings were its eyelashes.

Circular markings nested layer by layer, forming the iris.

At the deepest point—right in the center of the Blue Star's core—was a mass of unknown matter concentrated to the extreme, dark, stagnant, and reflecting no light.

The pupil.

Spanning a radius of six thousand kilometers.

The core of the entire Blue Star was the eye socket for this eye.

Jiang Feng's breath hitched for a beat.

It wasn't that he couldn't breathe.

It was his body automatically entering a state of alert—his foundation of 466 Jian sent out a warning on an instinctual level.

At this moment.

The eyelid was moving.

Pushing upwards.

Extremely slowly.

So slow that even if time were magnified ten thousand times, the naked eye might not perceive the change.

But Jiang Feng's spiritual attribute was anchored there, anchored firmly.

He saw it clearly—

Between the markings on the upper edge of the eyelid and the lower edge.

The gap was widening.

A sliver.

A sliver.

Another sliver.

It was as if something was pushing from underneath. Pushing unhurriedly, with a patience that made one's scalp tingle.

The aura leaking from the gap—

Had no color.

Had no temperature.

It had no characteristics that could be described in any physical sense.

But for Jiang Feng, at 466 Jian, the hairs on his back stood on end.

From the back of his neck all the way down to his tailbone.

It wasn't fear.

Fear is a stress response when facing a known threat. This was not that.

This was an instinctual warning of perception regarding a "higher-dimensional existence."

It was completely different from when he faced The Two Sovereigns of Xuanming.

No matter how impressive those two old things were, they were still creatures within the same dimensional framework. To put it plainly—no matter how strong, they were just pieces on a chessboard; everyone was eating at the same table.

This thing was not on the table.

It was under the table.

Or—the table itself grew on it.

Jiang Feng's throat moved.

The voice squeezed out from between his teeth, so low it almost melted into the night wind.

"...Good heavens."

Just four words.

The Dragon Lady floated up from downstairs, clutching a quilt.

There was still a mark on the back of her head from bumping into the ceiling light, her hair was a tangled mess, and she was wrapped in the quilt, looking exactly like a startled giant silkworm cocoon.

Her vertical pupils were fixed intently on the ground beneath her feet.

Her way of perceiving was different from humans.

Humans relied on spiritual attribute scanning, while she relied on her bloodline. The bloodline of the Ancient Ancestral Dragon was the most primitive warning system—cruder than any law-based perception, yet more accurate than any law-based perception.

At this moment, her bloodline was screaming.

Not a scream of excitement.

It was that instinctual alarm when a predator smelled a predator of the same level.

"Master... that thing underneath..."

Her voice was kept extremely low.

As if afraid of waking something up.

"My bloodline is trembling. It has never trembled like this before."

She swallowed.

"It's... even higher than the level of The Two Sovereigns of Xuanming. Much higher."

Jiang Feng didn't answer.

He was calculating.

From the moment that set of markings deep in the Blue Star's crust first showed abnormalities, he had remembered every time node and the magnitude of every change.

Absorbing the Abyssal avatar, his attribute broke through to the Jian level—

The markings produced a signal pulse for the first time. It was faint, like a burst of static from an old radio.

Crushing the ten Supremes, his attribute soared to 466 Jian—

The vibration frequency of the markings increased by a notch. The signal changed from "sporadic" to "regular."

Plundering the ancestral source of Venerable Xuan, refining it into his body—

The markings went completely berserk. The eyelid began to push open.

The three sets of data were lined up.

The pattern was so clear that deduction wasn't even needed.

It wasn't a coincidence.

It wasn't symbiosis.

It was feeding.

Every time he grew stronger, this eye woke up a little more.

It wasn't woken up by his movements.

It was "fed" awake by him.

Jiang Feng slowly lowered his head.

Looking at his palm.

Right in the center of his palm, the location of the Pangu Dao Fruit.

The frequency of the surging world essence—

And the rhythm of the eye six thousand kilometers deep pushing open its eyelid.

Were a perfect match.

Not a beat off.

Resonance.

He and the thing beneath his feet were in resonance.

The night wind swept across the terrace.

It was cold.

Carrying the dry scent peculiar to late autumn.

The Dragon Lady huddled behind him, clutching the quilt, her vertical pupils wide, staring at the ground without blinking, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The arrogant attitude she had about "insane spice" and "bring me another pack" was completely gone now.

Downstairs.

The door to Liu Cuilan's room creaked softly.

Footsteps walked to the living room and stopped for two seconds.

Then walked back softly.

The sound of the door closing was very soft.

Ordinary people couldn't perceive the vibration of the laws.

But as a mother, if her child was awake upstairs, she would wake up.

Jiang Feng withdrew his spiritual attribute.

The remaining thirty percent of the ancestral source in his palm was still surging quietly. The cyan-gold light flickered on and off, like he was clutching a miniature star.

He didn't rush to continue refining.

His mind was filled with only one thing—

The 11th turn mission.

Three portions of the Chess Player's origin.

Now one-third was complete.

The day the remaining two portions were fully refined into his body, his attributes would surge again.

After the surge—

Would that eye open completely?

After it opened—

What would it be?

Jiang Feng stared at the cyan-gold ball of light in his palm for a long time.

The night wind blew, moving his hair.

"...We'll deal with it when the time comes."

He muttered to himself. The voice wasn't loud, as if he were speaking to himself, or perhaps to the thing six thousand kilometers beneath his feet.

The Dragon Lady cautiously leaned in.

"Master... that thing... what should we do?"

Jiang Feng looked up at her.

His expression was no different from usual.

"Finish refining the ancestral source first."

"And then?"

"Then—"

He paused for a beat.

"Sleep."

The Dragon Lady: "..."

"Your mother said she's going to stew beef brisket tomorrow."

The Dragon Lady was silent for three seconds.

Then, with an extremely complex expression—a mix of fear, speechlessness, being touched, and hunger—she nodded.

"...Alright then."

She clutched the quilt and floated back downstairs.

Walking to the stairs, she turned back and peeked her head out.

"Master."

"Hmm."

"Beef brisket... braised or tomato?"

"We'll make both."

"Alright!"

The sound of footsteps went click-clack-click running downstairs.

The terrace returned to silence.

Jiang Feng closed his eyes again.

He continued to refine the ancestral source in his palm.

Seventy percent.

Eighty percent.

Ninety percent.

One hundred percent.

The moment the last wisp of cyan-gold origin merged into the Pangu Dao Fruit, the surging world essence in his body reached its peak. It felt like a train running through his meridians, his bones creaked, and then—

Everything returned to calm.

The numbers on the system panel in his mind jumped.

There was no system sound.

Jiang Feng calculated it himself.

Faster than a pop-up.

Total attributes—

800 Jian.

From 466 Jian to 800 Jian.

Nearly doubled.

The essence of the entire hongmeng ancestral source was devoured by him, not even the bone scraps were left.

Deep beneath his feet.

Six thousand kilometers away.

The eyelid of that Eye of Eternity—

Pushed open another sliver.