191: A divine eye? A blind man? (Seventy-six)

Jun Yun walked out of the Sword Tomb.

After three years, he returned to the massive plaza where he had first arrived.

The scene before him was no longer the bustling, lively sight it had been three years ago.

The plaza had become desolate and quiet.

Only a few thousand Cultivators still lingered here.

Most of them had weak auras and numb expressions, clearly “failures” who had long given up on competing on the emperors road and were simply surviving on the First Ancient Star.

Nevertheless, the various Opportunities available on the First Ancient Star, along with the Star Power contained within the Spiritual Qi, allowed their strength to steadily increase.

This was why outside Cultivators desperately wanted to enter the Ancient Starry Road—because the Ancient Starry Road itself was an Opportunity, wasn't it?

When Jun Yun's figure appeared, these lingering individuals instinctively turned their gaze toward him.

But the next moment, they all lowered their heads, daring not to look him directly in the eye.

They could feel an aura emanating from the seemingly ordinary blind young man—an aura that was restrained yet terrifyingly powerful.

Jun Yun had no interest in these “weaklings.”

His gaze was calm, directed straight toward the “Ten Gods Corridor” that had been silent for a long time.

He could sense that, after three years, many Prodigies had successfully passed the trial and moved on to the next Ancient Star.

And You Chen was certainly among the first group of people to leave.

Jun Yun revealed a smile that was hard to interpret.

His goal was to catch up to You Chen.

And then.

Steal everything from him.

Jun Yun stopped concealing his presence, took a step, and his figure appeared directly at the entrance of the Ten Gods Corridor.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked straight in.

Boom!

The moment he stepped in, the eyes of the ten Heavenly God Rank Puppets inside the corridor simultaneously lit up with cold red light.

They were instantly activated.

Powerful killing intent locked onto Jun Yun, the intruder, as ten towering figures charged from all directions, bringing with them power sufficient to tear apart the Void Realm.

Facing this extremely fierce siege, Jun Yun neither dodged nor retreated.

He did not actively make a move.

He just stood there quietly, as if he had been stunned by the scene inside the Ten Gods Corridor.

In the plaza, the lingering individuals watching from afar showed expressions of confusion and mockery.

It seemed like another fool who didn't know his own limits.

However, the next moment.

A scene that completely overturned their understanding occurred.

Just as the first Puppet's mountain-splitting, rock-crushing fist was about to smash into Jun Yun.

A faint, dark light flashed within Jun Yun's profound Nine-Colored Double Pupils.

The True Meaning of his newly born “Plundering Sword Dao” silently unfolded.

Buzz.

An invisible fluctuation spread out, centered on Jun Yun.

The Puppet's fist abruptly froze less than an inch from Jun Yun's face.

The Law that formed its attack, and the violent Star Power condensed on its fist, were forcibly “stripped away” and usurped by an even more tyrannical power in that instant.

Immediately afterward.

Jun Yun, like a manipulator behind the scenes, slightly moved his Will.

That violent energy he had plundered surprisingly redirected itself and, at an even faster speed, fiercely slammed into another Puppet attacking from the side.

Boom!

A huge noise.

The second Puppet was staggered by the sudden attack, its massive body retreating several steps backward.

Its cold programming seemed unable to comprehend the situation and immediately locked its attack target onto the companion that had just struck it.

The chain reaction began.

Jun Yun strolled leisurely through the center of this chaotic battlefield.

With every step he took, the attack of one Puppet was plundered by him, redirected, and sent to strike another Puppet.

The entire Ten Gods Corridor was thrown into complete disarray.

The ten Star Puppets, which should have been united against a common foe, seemed to have lost control and began fighting each other frantically.

Violent energy shockwaves raged inside the corridor, blasting cracks into the solid ground.

And Jun Yun was right at the center of this storm of destruction.

Ten Thousand Laws did not touch him.

The thousands of Cultivators in the plaza were already terrified by this incomprehensible scene.

They were utterly horrified, standing frozen on the spot.

What kind of Demonic Technique was this?

Controlling Puppets?

No, it was more terrifying than that.

It was directly usurping the Puppet's power at the level of Law.

Soon.

The battle inside the corridor drew to a close.

Only three severely damaged Puppets remained, their energy cores dim, still attacking each other based on instinct.

Jun Yun stopped walking.

He seemed to have lost interest in continuing the game.

He simply and lightly raised a finger and casually pointed forward.

A wisp of tyrannical Sword Intent, condensed to the extreme, flashed and disappeared.

That wisp of Sword Intent made no sound, yet it was like an invisible massive mouth.

The bodies of the three Puppets suddenly stiffened.

The remaining energy in their cores was instantly drained and devoured.

The light on their bodies completely extinguished.

They collapsed with a crash, turning into a pile of lusterless stones on the ground.

Jun Yun casually made a grabbing motion.

All the “Star Fragments” that dropped after the Puppets were destroyed transformed into streaks of light and submerged into his hand.

He didn't even glance at them, walking calmly toward the end of the corridor.

He stepped into the Teleportation Array, and his figure vanished.

Only the thousands of “failures” on the plaza, who were already dumbfounded and deeply shocked, remained... You Chen's consciousness slowly recovered from the endless darkness and chaos.

The first thing he felt was bone-chilling coldness.

And an extreme stillness.

The air was filled with a heavy smell of rust and dust.

You Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

His last memory was being completely engulfed by the terrifying Sword Intent that erupted from the “wordless celestial book.”

He thought he was certainly dead.

He quickly checked himself and found that, apart from his Divine Power being exhausted and his Divine Soul being somewhat weak, he was otherwise unharmed.

That terrifying Sword Intent seemed only to have teleported him here, not harmed him.

He immediately looked around vigilantly.

He found himself lying on a vast, boundless wasteland.

The sky was a hazy gray expanse, devoid of sun, moon, or stars.

The Heaven and Earth Laws here were completely still, without any powerful Spiritual Qi fluctuations.

What shocked his mind the most was this:

What met his eyes were endless remnants of broken swords stuck into the earth.

Some giant swords had remnants as large as mountains.

Some fine swords were as thin as ox hair, lying quietly in the sand.

More still were rusted scrap metal that had long turned into Common Iron, their original forms unrecognizable.

This was clearly an ancient, boundless “Sword Tomb.”

You Chen slowly stood up, vigilantly surveying this completely unfamiliar, desolate place.