302: The Emperor's Eye that Transcends Space

Even without activating that Emperor Pupil, the deep and vast starry sky now appeared almost completely transparent to Lin Yan's vision, with little left to explore.

He looked up.

Those mysterious Realms that might take King Rank and Venerable Rank cultivators their entire lives to cross were as ordinary as his own backyard in his eyes.

Even the Land of Nothingness, shrouded in endless layers of thick mist and filled with unknowns, now revealed some of its secrets to him.

As Lin Yan strolled leisurely through the Void Realm like a transcendent wanderer detached from the mortal world,

his gaze seemed to pierce through countless layers of spatial barriers and complex Realms, landing precisely on Quexun Pass, which stood proudly in the vast starry sky alongside the many majestic Imperial Passes of the Human Race.

He could observe every movement there from afar, yet everyone at Quexun Pass remained completely unaware of his presence.

This was the gap in levels brought by absolute strength.

Similarly, the subtle movements he detected in other directions went unnoticed by those being observed, unaware that a pair of eyes was silently watching them.

For example,

Lin Yan gazed at the allied forces of the Immortal and Demon Races, busily organizing their retreat not far from Quexun Pass, and chuckled softly.

His lips parted slightly and closed, releasing a gentle yet space-piercing voice that drifted out.

"Old Ancestor Lin Yuan."

In an instant, the scene seemed propelled by a mysterious force, flowing wildly at speeds surpassing light.

In the quiet Void Realm above Quexun Pass,

Lin Yuan, the master of the Supreme Academy, felt a slight tremor in his previously calm brow.

Immediately after, he sharply turned his head, gazing into the distant endless Void Realm, a flash of unconcealable shock instantly appearing in his eyes.

This is... Lin Yan!!!

Before he could even think further,

the young voice that had reached his ears sounded again, clear and decisive.

"The allied forces of the Immortal and Demon Races are about to retreat. Mobilize your troops immediately—I will intercept them!"

The allied forces retreating? We mobilize? He will intercept?

These brief, forceful words, spoken with an unquestionable commanding tone, struck Lin Yuan's heart like a heavy hammer.

His thoughts spun like high-speed precision gears in that instant.

Then, without showing the slightest hesitation or delay, he responded loudly.

"Good!"

This simple word echoed like thunder, instantly shattering the surrounding silence.

The Human Race's top experts, who had been quietly resting, suddenly opened their eyes wide, filled with confusion and surprise.

What's good? What exactly is happening? Who is the Old Ancestor speaking to?

Answering their inner questions was Lin Yuan's authoritative command that followed immediately.

"All troops, prepare immediately! Attack at once!"

After saying this, Lin Yuan turned first, took a step, and shot toward the direction outside the pass like a ghost, leaving only a faint trail of light.

Time was extremely tight; he had no chance to explain the reasons and details to everyone.

However, Lin Yuan knew that soon, when everyone faced the battlefield situation, they would naturally understand everything.

After all, regarding the series of major changes within the Human Race recently and the key figure behind it all—Lin Yan—this information was no secret to the absolute top echelons of their race.

Soon, though many unresolved doubts still lingered in their hearts,

seeing Lin Yuan's urgent and decisive actions, they quickly relayed the attack order and followed without hesitation... Lin Yan watched Quexun Pass spring into action, his gaze shifting like flowing light, once again settling on the orderly retreating armies of the Immortal and Demon Races.

At that moment, a mysterious and dazzling golden light flickered gently in his deep eyes, like a lively spirit.

It vanished in an instant, yet seemed to contain endless mysteries.

Buzz—!

In a flash, a dazzling black-gold light, heart-tremblingly brilliant, suddenly appeared in the Land of Nothingness tightly covered by thick mist, without any warning.

Like a golden dawn abruptly breaking through heavy clouds, it was dazzling and radiant, as if to illuminate this dark Void Realm.

Even separated by countless Realms and vast starry rivers like endless seas of sand, this black-gold light seemed to disregard these insurmountable obstacles entirely.

In that fleeting instant, it traversed layers of complex space at an unimaginable speed, surging straight forward.

At this moment,

"What?"

The two highest-cultivation Immortal King Old Ancestors of the Immortal and Demon Races, as if sharing a telepathic connection, simultaneously sensed a powerful, suffocating, and mysterious force fluctuation.

This fluctuation surged like a tidal wave, instantly impacting their minds.

Almost instinctively, they sharply turned their heads, their gazes fixed on the Land of Nothingness where the mist churned like turbulent waves, their eyes filled with vigilance and astonishment.

Noticing these abnormal actions of the two Old Ancestors,

the top experts of both races, who were orderly arranging the army's retreat, also turned their heads in confusion.

Just as a ripple of puzzlement began to form in their eyes, before it could spread,

Boom—!

As if heaven and earth were splitting apart.

The thick mist was torn apart roughly and violently, as if by an invisible yet world-splitting powerful hand.

An extremely rare and breathtakingly magnificent scene unfolded before their eyes without reservation.

The black-gold light resembled a sky-covering black curtain.

With an overwhelming momentum that left no escape, it surged toward everyone in the Immortal and Demon Races.

In the blink of an eye, it enveloped them completely, as if trapped in an indestructible black cage.

Deep within this light,

a faint, illusory yet real black eye slowly opened.

Within the eye, mysterious and profound black-gold runes flickered, faintly emitting a noble aura that transcended all living beings.

Like surging undercurrents, it was terrifyingly powerful and mysteriously elusive, impossible to ignore.

"What is this?!"

Whether it was the Immortal Kings or Quasi-Emperors of both races, or even the ant-like armies in the vast starry sky below, all were utterly stunned by this sudden spectacle.

They stared blankly at it all, as if under a immobilization spell, momentarily at a loss.

Before they could recover from this shock,

the scene seemed manipulated by an invisible hand, changing eerily once more.

The mysterious eye vanished quietly into the light as if it had never appeared.

In its place, countless slender yet resilient golden threads slowly emerged from the surrounding light.

These threads, as if endowed with life, twisted and intertwined nimbly, weaving a vivid picture.