120: A divine eye? A blind man? (Part 5)

Four years of time passed in the blink of an eye.

Jun Yun was now a ten-year-old boy. His figure had grown much taller, shedding some of his childishness, while his brows now carried a hint of composure.

His cultivation had also naturally entered the Earth Spirit Realm.

For these four years, the Eldest Prince Jun Wuhuan had lived in agony.

He watched helplessly as Jun Yun's talent became increasingly monstrous, and watched as his father, Jun Tianming, poured almost all his heart and soul into this grandson.

The best resources of the Great Jun Divine Dynasty, the strongest Cultivation Technique, and the most learned Grand Tutor all revolved around Jun Yun alone.

Yet he, the Eldest Prince who had reached the Grotto-Heaven Realm and should have regained the position of Divine Crown Prince, was left out in the cold.

His father's promise from that year had become empty words.

Whenever he saw Jun Yun's increasingly profound eyes, which would occasionally shimmer with brilliant divine light, jealousy and greed would fester in his heart.

Why?

Why should this bastard have the Founding Ancestor's Divine Pupil?

Why, the moment he was born, did he take everything that should have belonged to him?

Jun Wuhuan was filled with resentment, but on the surface, he pretended to be increasingly "benevolent."

He would fuss over Jun Yun, showing him the utmost concern, playing the part of an impeccable, kind-hearted grandfather.

Only he knew what kind of murderous intent was hidden beneath that kind mask.

He was waiting for an opportunity.

An opportunity that was foolproof, one that could erase this pair of eyesores, along with this annoying brat, from the world.

That day, the opportunity arrived.

Several top Divine Dynasties in the Northern Plains jointly held a grand "Yao Beast Subjugation Ceremony."

The ceremony was held in an ancient Yao Beast mountain range bordering several Divine Dynasties, aimed at tempering the young Prodigies of each Divine Dynasty and selecting the true elites.

The Great Jun Divine Dynasty naturally sent its top young generation to participate.

And the ten-year-old Jun Yun was prominently among them.

The core of the Yao Beast Subjugation Ceremony was to hunt Yao Beasts within a specified time, obtain Yao Beast cores, and determine victory based on the grade and quantity of the cores.

In the mountain range, Demonic Qi soared into the sky, and roars rang out in waves.

Countless young Prodigies traveled in groups, carefully weaving through the mountains and forests to hunt down isolated Yao Beasts.

Only one small figure moved with ease.

Jun Yun went deep into the core area of the Yao Beast mountain range all by himself.

Those lurking here were all Spirit King Realm or even Earth Spirit Realm great Yao Beasts.

"Roar!"

A "Earth-Splitting Demon Bear," with a body comparable to a small mountain and cultivation reaching the Late Stage of the Earth Spirit Realm, blocked Jun Yun's path.

Its violent Aura made the few Prodigies from other countries watching from afar change color.

"It's that Divine Child from the Great Jun Divine Dynasty! Is he crazy? He actually dares to challenge the Earth-Splitting Demon Bear alone!"

"A ten-year-old in the Earth Spirit Realm, what a monster. It's a pity he's too arrogant; I fear he will fall here today."

Amidst the discussion, the Earth-Splitting Demon Bear stood up on its hind legs, and its massive bear paw, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, slammed down towards Jun Yun's head.

Jun Yun stood in place, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He merely looked up, and those clear eyes instantly turned into a brilliant gold.

Heavenly Desolation Divine Pupil.

Activate!

Two beams of golden divine light burst forth from his pupils.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

The massive bear paw turned into dust the moment it touched the divine light.

The divine light did not stop, immediately piercing through the Earth-Splitting Demon Bear's massive body.

"Awoo..."

The Earth-Splitting Demon Bear's roar stopped abruptly, its massive body stiffened in place, its eyes filled with astonishment.

The next moment, it collapsed with a loud thud, devoid of all life.

The few Prodigies in the distance were stunned, dumbfounded.

One... one look?

A single look instantly killed a Late Stage Earth Spirit Realm great Yao Beast?

Is... is this even human?!

In the end, the Yao Beast Subjugation Ceremony concluded.

Jun Yun easily took first place with an overwhelming record.

His reputation as a Prodigy completely shocked all the Divine Dynasties participating in the ceremony.

At the victory banquet, Jun Yun became the center of all attention.

Jun Tianming sat in the main seat, looking at his great-grandson who had perfectly inherited the Founding Ancestor's Bloodline, feeling greatly gratified and unable to stop smiling.

Jun Wuhuan held his wine glass, a "gratified" smile on his face, and walked to Jun Yun's side.

"Yun'er, congratulations on winning first place for our Great Jun Divine Dynasty. You truly are grandfather's good grandson."

He congratulated him hypocritically, then changed the subject, guiding him along.

"According to tradition, you can ask your Imperial Great-Grandfather for an additional reward."

Jun Yun's eyes immediately lit up.

He looked up at Jun Wuhuan, then secretly glanced at Jun Tianming not far away, and asked carefully, in a voice trembling with anticipation.

"Grandfather... this time, can I really be rewarded with seeing my mother?"

The smile on Jun Wuhuan's face stiffened for a moment, his eyes complex.

But soon, he resumed that "benevolent" expression and nodded heavily.

"Yes."

"I will take you to see your mother right now."

Having received a positive answer, the brightest and purest smile appeared on Jun Yun's face in all these years.

These were the few days he could call "happy."

He was born in the Cold Palace, and since he could remember, he had rarely seen his mother.

Every brief meeting was a "reward" he had earned with countless sweat and excellent achievements.

Led by Jun Wuhuan, Jun Yun, filled with excitement and joy, trotted all the way towards that familiar, dilapidated palace.

Inside the Cold Palace, Jun Qianle had already been waiting for a long time.

Her face was still beautiful, but years of imprisonment had made her look incredibly haggard, and the light in her eyes had long since dimmed.

"Mother!"

Jun Yun threw himself into his mother's arms.

"Yun'er..."

Jun Qianle hugged her son tightly, feeling the vibrant life coming from him, and finally, a gratified smile appeared on her pale face.

The mother and son hugged and wept, telling each other of their longing.

A brief and precious warmth permeated this Cold Palace.

Jun Wuhuan stood in a corner of the Cold Palace, watching all this quietly.

His gaze held not a shred of warmth.

All his attention was fixed intently on Jun Yun's clear eyes.

It was these eyes.

It was this that had destroyed everything of his.

Extreme jealousy and greed devoured his reason.

A bold thought echoed in his mind.

"If these eyes were on me, why would I have to suffer this indignity? Why would I have to look at others' faces?"

"I should be the master of the Divine Dynasty, respected by all under heaven!"

He completely lost his reason.

Evil thoughts completely gained the upper hand.

"If I can't have it, I will destroy it!"

Boom!

The powerful cultivation of the Grotto-Heaven Realm erupted at this moment without reservation.

Jun Wuhuan's figure flashed and appeared behind Jun Yun.

A cold light flashed in his hand.

A pitch-black sharp sword appeared abruptly.

"Go to hell! Bastard!"

He let out a low roar, and the poisoned sword in his hand, carrying intense murderous intent, thrust rapidly and precisely towards Jun Yun's eyes!

"No—!"

This sudden scene made Jun Qianle turn pale with shock.

She let out a shrill scream, using all her strength to try and push her child away.

However, under the pressure of the Grotto-Heaven Realm expert's Aura, her meager cultivation was insignificant, and she could not move at all.

She could only watch helplessly.

Watching the two pitch-black sharp swords get closer and closer to her child's clear eyes.