Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation

Chapter 455: Cultivation and Breakthrough

Kyrian opened his eyes.

His room appeared before him, the wooden walls, the window with light streaming through, the table covered in scrolls.

The morning light entered through the window, not the golden hue of dawn, but a pale, cold blue that announced the approach of noon.

The distant sounds of the city, the voices, the carts, and the markets could be heard, muffled, as if coming from another world.

And, for the first time… He was not even breathing heavily. He was beginning to get used to those dreams. Or perhaps nightmares. He did not know.

He sat up on the bed.

He ran a hand across his face, feeling cool skin, free of sweat.

He could still remember that vision perfectly.

The Black Points. The eye. Azhura’k.

Kyrian sighed. It was not worth thinking about that now. He had something more important.

His cultivation technique. The final step.

A short while later, he was walking through the small courtyard.

The morning air was fresh, a gentle breeze blowing between the buildings, carrying the scent of herbs from the garden and the distant aroma of baking bread.

A few clouds crossed the sky, thin and stretched out, like brushstrokes of white paint across the blue.

The simple garden in front of the house, with its medicinal herbs and wildflowers, swayed gently in the wind.

Kyrian sat in the center of the courtyard. He crossed his legs. And closed his eyes.

First, he observed his own body.

The two ocular cores remained stable. Powerful as always.

Then, he observed the third one. The small dantian is in his forehead. Tiny. Fragile.

Only at the First Stage of Qi Accumulation.

Compared to his other two cores, it was practically insignificant.

But it was a beginning.

Every ocean began with a drop. Every mountain began with a stone. Every technique began with a first step.

Then, something caught his attention.

Kyrian blinked. Observed again. And realized.

The barrier had disappeared. His eyes could absorb energy again.

He frowned.

That made no sense. Normally, it would still take months. Much more time. But now…

The blockage simply did not exist.

His gaze turned toward the third dantian.

‘So it was you…’

The hypothesis seemed logical.

Before, all absorbed energy ended up being stored only within the ocular cores.

Now, there was a third reservoir. A third center.

Perhaps that had reduced the pressure on his eyes. Perhaps it had created room for further growth.

Whatever the reason… He could cultivate again.

And that meant it was time to complete his technique.

Kyrian closed his eyes. Thought for several minutes. He could simply repeat the old method. Absorb spirit stones.

It was simple. And it would certainly work. But… That was not what he wanted.

If he was creating his own technique… He needed something different. Something that matched his eyes. Something that existed only because of them.

Five minutes passed. Then, an idea emerged.

Kyrian opened his eyes. Raised his head. And looked at the sky.

Nothing happened. Only clouds. Only the endless blue. Then, he blinked. When he opened his eyes again…

The world changed. Millions of particles appeared before him. Tiny luminous points, scattered everywhere.

In the air. On the ground. In the trees. In the houses. In everything.

Qi. Particles of pure Qi. Natural Qi. Qi that filled the entire world.

Kyrian smiled. Since childhood, he had been able to see it.

But he had never truly used that ability in this way. If my eyes can see…

Perhaps they can pull as well.

He concentrated. Connected his eyes to the Mirrored Third Eye. And tried to absorb.

Nothing happened. The Qi remained motionless, floating normally, indifferent to his will.

He tried again. Still nothing. But this time, he felt a slight reaction.

As if a few particles had trembled, a nearly imperceptible vibration.

His heart accelerated. He tried a third time.

And then… It worked.

The entire world seemed to respond. The Qi particles began to vibrate.

First, slowly. Then, faster. Then, they rushed toward him.

Thousands. Tens of thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Like rivers converging into an ocean. Like stars being pulled into a black hole. Like an invisible storm.

The Qi passed through his eyes. But it did not remain there. For the first time, the ocular cores were not the final destination.

All that energy flowed directly into the third dantian. Into the small core within his forehead.

Kyrian felt the core grow. Expand. Strengthen.

The process was almost addictive, a feeling of fullness, of completion, as if something that had always been missing was finally being restored.

Five minutes later… A vibration traveled through his body.

The small core expanded. More Qi began to circulate. Second Stage of Qi Accumulation.

Kyrian smiled.

It worked. It truly worked.

But he did not stop. He continued absorbing. More Qi. More energy. More growth.

Fifteen minutes later… Another vibration. Another expansion.

Third Stage.

His cultivation continued advancing, each moment bringing a new wave of energy, a new sensation of power.

The flows of energy became increasingly dense. The small dantian no longer resembled a grain of sand. Now it looked like a tiny pearl.

Still minuscule. But incomparably larger than before.

Thirty minutes later… Another breakthrough. Fourth Stage of Qi Accumulation.

Qi exploded around him. The leaves of the small garden swayed.

The dust in the courtyard spun in circles. And then… Kyrian stopped cultivating. Immediately. The flow vanished. The particles returned to normal. Silence returned.

Kyrian remained motionless. Observing the third dantian. Feeling it. Analyzing it. Then, he understood.

He was pushing it too hard. The stage breakthroughs had happened too quickly. Far too quickly.

The core was still stable. But only barely. Continuing at that pace would be dangerous. It might cause cracks. It might damage his foundation. It might create permanent flaws.

And Kyrian knew, better than anyone, how important a solid foundation was.

The books he had studied made that clear. Every cultivator needed to consolidate each stage.

Allow the dantian to stabilize. Allow the body to adapt. Only then should they advance again.

If he tried to rush… He would pay the price later.

Kyrian slowly released the breath trapped in his lungs. Then, he stood up. He felt good. Better than he had in weeks.

His new dantian worked. His cultivation method worked. His body was connected. His technique was practically complete.

He walked slowly through the courtyard.

Observing the sky, the clouds drifting by, the endless blue stretching above.

Observing the herbs swaying gently in the wind.

Feeling Qi circulating naturally throughout his body.

It was a strange sensation. But a pleasant one.

For the first time, his eyes and body truly seemed like a single system. A single existence.

Not two separate parts. But something whole.

Kyrian raised a hand. A thin layer of Qi flowed naturally through his fingers.

Without effort. Without resistance. Without needing to force connections. Everything flowed perfectly.

A smile appeared on his face. Small. But genuine.

“The technique is practically complete…”

His voice was low. Almost a whisper. But it carried satisfaction.

Because what had seemed impossible weeks ago… Was now reality. His own path. His own technique. His own cultivation.

There was still much work ahead. He would need to consolidate the fourth stage. Strengthen the new dantian. Create the next levels. Develop future abilities.

But the foundation was ready. And foundations were the most important part.”

Kyrian looked toward the sky one more time. Feeling the infinite Qi spread throughout the world.

Then, he closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. And smiled.

“Now I just need to consolidate all of this…” he murmured.