123: A divine eye? A blind man? (Eight)

The Cold Palace returned to silence once more.

Only Jun Yun remained.

He returned to that dilapidated bed and sat cross-legged.

Jun Wuhuan.

Jun Tianming.

This entire cold-blooded and heartless imperial family.

He wanted them to pay in blood!

This towering resentment, the newborn surging power of Luck from the Black Ring within him, and the ceaselessly circulating Azure Heaven Pagoda Record Cultivation Technique—the three intertwined.

Boom!

A loud explosion resounded in Jun Yun's mind.

A wave of unprecedented, sharp pain radiated from his eyes, which had been pierced by the poison sword and should have been completely necrotic.

It was not the pain of decay.

Rather, it was a tearing pain of breaking and then rebuilding, of new life being nurtured from destruction.

At that very moment.

Within the Azure Heaven Pagoda Record, an incredibly obscure manual that he had never been able to understand before lit up on its own in the depths of his Soul.

"Minds Eye Chapter".

"The Physical Eye sees form, the Heavenly Eye sees Qi, the Dao Eye sees Law, and the Saint Eye sees Principles."

"However, all eyes return to one, and all are born from the heart."

"The Minds Eye does not rely on form, does not depend on Qi, does not lean on Law, and does not look at Principles."

"Using the heart as a mirror to reflect reality."

Driven by the surging power of Luck, streaks of profound scripture transformed into the deepest imprints, merging into his Soul.

So that's how it is.

Having his Physical Eyes destroyed was actually the opportunity to open this "Minds Eye."

He no longer hesitated, immediately focusing all his concentration to guide that sharp pain according to the "Minds Eye Chapter" manual.

This was an incredibly dangerous process.

A slight mistake would result in his Soul shattering and complete extinction.

But Jun Yun's heart was exceptionally calm.

Who knows how much time had passed.

The world before his eyes was no longer pure darkness.

Strands of faint light began to appear in his "vision."

That was not light.

That was flowing energy.

It was the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth.

He "saw" the Spiritual Qi pouring in through the cracks of the palace and flowing slowly.

He "saw" the spiritual power of the Earth Spirit Realm within his body, surging ceaselessly along the trajectory of the Azure Heaven Pagoda Record.

He even "saw" a mouse in the corner gnawing on wood chips, its body emitting a faint aura of life.

This was a brand new perception.

A world constructed entirely by the Soul, without relying on eyes.

Just as he was immersed in this novel perception, he "saw" something else.

Some colorful threads floating above all things.

He "saw" an incredibly thick and brilliant golden thread wrapped around himself, so dense it had almost materialized.

On the mouse in the corner, there was only a grey thread thinner than a strand of hair that could break at any moment.

There was nothing on the long-dead locust tree outside the palace.

He turned his "gaze" toward his finger.

There were no threads on that black iron ring from his father; it was like a bottomless black hole, quietly devouring everything.

Luck.

In an instant, Jun Yun understood in his heart.

This was "Luck"!

This was what he had exchanged 4,000 Reincarnation Points for.

At this moment, he finally truly "saw" its existence.

At the very moment of his enlightenment, the Black Ring on his finger grew slightly warm.

A stream of information gushed from the ring and poured directly into his mind.

It was a cultivation method.

A domineering secret technique regarding how to plunder, devour, and transform the Luck of others.

Python Sparrow Swallowing Dragon Record.

So this was the true inheritance his father had left him... Time flowed on.

Five years passed quietly.

The Cold Palace was still that same Cold Palace—dilapidated, silent, and forgotten in a corner of time.

Jun Yun had also long since grown from a thirteen-year-old boy into an eighteen-year-old young man.

Every day he sat cross-legged on the bed, motionless, his aura weak, looking like a true cripple.

In the Imperial City, no one remembered that a Divine Son who once stunned the entire Northern Plains still lived here.

People only knew that the Eldest Prince, Jun Wuhuan, was about to end his ten-year confinement, and his cultivation was growing deeper, with calls to reinstate him as the Divine Crown Prince becoming louder and louder.

People also knew that the war between the Great Jun Divine Dynasty and the Great You Divine Dynasty continued, and the Great Jun Divine Dynasty was gradually falling into a disadvantage, with the border lines retreating again and again.

No one knew.

That in this forgotten Cold Palace...

...what a terrifying existence was quietly taking shape in the darkness.

Five years.

Jun Yun's "Minds Eye" had long since reached initial success.

In his perception, the world was no longer a blur of energy outlines.

It was a world clearer and more real than what the Physical Eye could see.

He could "see" the antennae of an ant a hundred meters away.

He could "see" the layout of the entire Imperial City, every street, and every palace.

Even more, he could "see" the dense threads of Luck interwoven between heaven and earth, representing the fate of every person.

He could even judge a person's strength, emotions, and even their general future path from the color and thickness of their Luck threads.

Although most of the five years were spent comprehending the Minds Eye technique...

...his cultivation, under the enhancement of massive Luck and the Azure Heaven Pagoda Record, had steadily stepped into the third level of the Earth Spirit Realm.

However, all of this was perfectly hidden by the powerful restraining characteristics of the Azure Heaven Pagoda Record.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was still that pathetic wretch whose eyes were ruined and whose cultivation had stagnated since he was ten.

During these five years, he had not been idle either.

The mice and cockroaches in the Cold Palace, and even some birds that wandered in by mistake, became subjects for his cultivation of the Python Sparrow Swallowing Dragon Record.

Every time he plundered a trace of Luck, he could feel his own golden Luck thread grow a bit stronger.

His cultivation speed increased accordingly.

On this day.

Jun Yun slowly withdrew his power from cultivation.

His "gaze" pierced through layers of palace walls and looked outside the Imperial City.

There, a grand convoy with distinct banners was heading toward the Divine Capital.

The totem on those banners was a black Dark Sparrow with its wings spread.

Great You Divine Dynasty.

On Jun Yun's face, a cold smile slowly curled up.

His father came from Great You.

His identity was even more extraordinary—he was the most beloved child of the current Divine Lord of the Great You Divine Dynasty, a Divine Body with unparalleled Aptitude.