136: A divine eye? A blind man? (Twenty-one)

Ninth Stage of the Spirit King Realm.

First Stage of the Earth Spirit Realm... His aura continued to climb until it settled firmly at the Peak of the First Stage of the Earth Spirit Realm.

The trap pool of blood, originally intended to make You Chen explode, was now so dry that not a single drop remained; it had become You Chen's nourishment.

In the distance, Jun Yun, who was lying in a pool of blood pretending to be dead, sighed emotionally in his heart.

Good heavens.

Hidden within that black stone was actually the complete Legacy of a "Venerable."

Zi Yuan, that wealthy woman, was indeed generous.

Jun Yun narrowed his sightless eyes, feeling the Luck on You Chen's body—which had been somewhat immature—violently expanding like a raging fire.

The original death trap had been overturned in an instant.

This is what you call the Protagonist Halo... At the valley entrance.

The surrounding silence was broken.

"How is this possible..."

Behind You Ming, a follower's eyes were nearly bulging out. "He... he sucked the Blood Spirit Pool dry? Isn't he a Mortal Body? Why didn't his body explode?"

You Ming's expression was extremely dark.

He stared fixedly at the youth bathed in green light, his eyes filled with jealousy.

He was a possessor of the true dragon fate.

He was a favored son of heaven.

Yet even he had been cautious and walked on thin ice when breaking through to the Earth Spirit Realm.

Why did this floor-sweeping trash manage to break through so easily in a fatal trap?

"Playing tricks!"

You Ming snorted coldly, forcibly suppressing the unease in his heart. "It's just good Luck, using external forces to forcibly raise his Realm."

He took a step forward, the terrifying pressure of the Third Stage of the Earth Spirit Realm released without reservation.

Behind him, a phantom of a black Flood Dragon vaguely emerged.

That was the manifestation of his true dragon fate.

"You two, go and cripple him."

"Yes!"

The two followers glanced at each other. Though they felt a bit apprehensive, their master had spoken, so they had to go.

Moreover, they were both experts at the First Stage of the Earth Spirit Realm. Two against one, and against a rookie who had just broken through—the advantage was theirs.

"Kill!"

The two drew their weapons and turned into two streaks of light, charging at You Chen from the left and right.

The glint of blades and swords sealed off all of You Chen's paths of retreat.

You Chen stood where he was, unmoving.

He kept his eyes closed, still adapting to the explosive power within his body.

In his mind, countless ancient Cultivation Techniques and Divine Abilities flooded in.

This was the Legacy of an ancient Venerable known as Venerable Qing Luan.

Just as the two blades were only three inches from his throat.

You Chen opened his eyes.

His eyes, which were originally clearly black and white, had now turned an eerie green.

"Scram."

A single word.

Accompanying the word was a punch.

Bang! Bang!

Two dull thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

Following that.

Two figures flew backward ten times faster than they had come.

Boom.

The two crashed heavily into the distant rock wall, fainting on the spot.

One punch.

Instant kill of two Earth Spirits.

The scene fell silent once again.

You Ming's right eyelid twitched violently.

The Flood Dragon phantom behind him seemed to sense danger, its body twisting uneasily.

"Good, good, good."

You Ming laughed out of extreme anger, his black-gold robe fluttering without any wind. "I truly underestimated you. You do have some tricks."

"But this is an external force."

"And I am destiny!"

You Ming roared and charged out with a boom.

With every step he took, cracks split across the ground.

"True Dragon Heaven-Rending Claw!"

In mid-air, You Ming's right hand formed a claw, and the black Flood Dragon phantom behind him also extended a giant claw, clawing toward You Chen's crown with a whistle that tore through the air.

You Chen looked up.

Watching that unstoppable claw, his gaze remained exceptionally calm.

"You are not destiny."

You Chen said softly.

In his mind, the image of that blind big brother appeared—the one who always smiled gently in the darkness, teaching him how to breathe and how to be a man.

"If you can't even protect the people around you..."

"Then what kind of bullshit destiny is that!"

You Chen's right foot stomped heavily on the ground.

Boom!

The earth collapsed.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, turning into a streak of green lightning and crashing into the black dragon claw.

The Hibernating Dragon Breathing Technique operated at full power.

Venerable Qing Luan's Legacy Divine Ability—Qing Luan Void-Breaking Hand!

Green light swirled around his hand, vaguely transforming into the sharp claw of a divine bird.

One green, one black.

Two powers collided fiercely in mid-air.

Dong!

A loud bang was deafening.

A terrifying shockwave swept in all directions, turning all the surrounding rubble into powder.

The stalemate lasted only for an instant.

Crack.

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

You Ming's face instantly turned pale, the arrogance in his eyes collapsing in an instant, replaced by endless terror.

"No... this is impossible!"

The true dragon power he was so proud of was vulnerable before that green power.

Bang!

You Chen broke through his defense, and his palm printed solidly onto You Ming's chest.

The man flew out uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto the ground and dragging out a long trail of blood.

Defeated.

The strongest among Great You's current generation of imperial descendants, the Tenth Prince who possessed the true dragon fate.

Defeated by a floor-sweeping "trash."

You Chen landed, panting heavily, as the green light on his body began to flicker.

He had also consumed a massive amount of energy in this battle.

But he had won.

He had done it.

Just then.

The black Flood Dragon Luck on You Ming, who was lying on the ground and had previously looked so majestic, let out a wail.

It began to disintegrate, turning into countless black-gold spots of light.

This was the transfer of Luck.

These spots of light surged straight toward You Chen.

The invisible Luck above You Chen's head accepted everything, greedily devouring this meal that had been delivered to his door.

This was true "Luck Stealing."

In the distance.

Jun Yun, who had been "critically injured and dying," moved his finger slightly.

"Good opportunity."

"If I don't act now, then when?"

Jun Yun's Minds Eye snapped open, and he began to circulate the Python Sparrow Swallowing Dragon Record.

An invisible suction force quietly emanated from him, precisely intercepting the dancing spots of Luck.

Just as those spots of light were about to fully surge into You Chen's body.

They suddenly seemed to lose their way, taking a turn and rushing toward Jun Yun.

At that moment.

Rumble.

Above the Secret Realm's sky, a dull roll of thunder suddenly sounded.

A grand, cold will descended out of nowhere, locking onto Jun Yun.

A warning.

This was a warning from the will of this world.

Jun Yun's brows twitched slightly.

"Tch, stingy."

Jun Yun decisively withdrew his hand.

Ultimately.

You Ming's massive true dragon fate was split in two.

Half merged into You Chen's body, allowing his Luck to fully take shape, transforming into a green-gold young dragon that circled above his head, its prominence beginning to show.

The other half silently entered Jun Yun's body.

As this Luck entered his body.

Jun Yun felt a loud boom in his Sea of Consciousness.

That page of the ancient Sword Scripture floating deep within the small tower slowly revealed some writing.

"Momentum."

It was about the application of "Momentum."

If the Revelation Chapter of the Sword Scripture taught how to comprehend Intent and step into Momentum.

Then this second page taught how to "suppress others."

Borrowing the momentum of heaven and earth, the momentum of all living beings, the momentum of Luck.

To suppress others with sheer momentum.

At the same time.

Jun Yun's eyes, which had long been blind with only two empty sockets remaining, suddenly felt a tingling itch.

It was a long-lost sensation.

Even when his eyeballs were gouged out, he had only felt pain.

But now.

Deep within those hollows, a faint spark of life was sprouting.

Heavenly Desolation Divine Pupil.

These supreme divine eyes actually showed signs of recovery due to the nourishment of this half of the true dragon fate.

"Big Brother Jun!"

At this moment, an anxious voice interrupted his thoughts.

You Chen rushed over, scrambling to support Jun Yun, frantically trying to check his injuries.

"Big Brother Jun, are you okay? I... I won! I have medicine, I have lots of medicine!"

You Chen spoke incoherently, his eyes red. He held a handful of Storage Rings snatched from You Ming, pulling out whatever Medicinal Pills were inside without regard for what they were.

Jun Yun "weakly" coughed twice and leaned against You Chen.

"Cough, cough... I'm fine."

"It's just a superficial wound."

He reached out a blood-stained hand and patted You Chen's shoulder.

"Good job."

"That was a beautiful fight."

Hearing this praise, the youth who hadn't flinched before a powerful enemy just now suddenly burst into tears.

"I thought... I thought I'd never see you again."

Jun Yun smiled.

"Alright, don't cry."

Jun Yun pointed to the unconscious You Ming not far away.

Jun Yun's voice lowered slightly, his words carrying a deeper meaning.

"If you don't pull up the weeds by the roots, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows."

"You Chen, have you learned this lesson?"

You Chen's body jolted.

He turned his head and looked at the Tenth Prince, who was once high and mighty but now lay limp on the ground.

The green light in his eyes flickered once more.