Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation

Chapter 666: Return of the Ice Eyes

Kyrian was riding Arcon, flying above the clouds. The wind passed across his face, cold and refreshing. He calmly observed the landscape below.

“Finally.” Kyrian murmured. That region was being left behind. From this point onward, his journey would truly begin to become long.

He was about to accelerate when something caught his attention. Kyrian frowned.

His gaze descended, piercing through the clouds and crossing the distance. Far below them was a forest. And within it… People. Many people. Thousands. No. More than five thousand.

They were running. Desperately. Kyrian narrowed his eyes. Behind them was an even greater number of creatures.

Ferocious beasts. Hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands. A true tide of beasts was crossing the forest, a tsunami of fangs and claws that devastated everything in its path.

Trees were being knocked down. The earth trembled. The air was filled with roars, growls, the sound of hooves and claws striking against the ground. The people ran as if their lives depended on it. Because they did.

Kyrian watched in silence.

“A beast tide?” It seemed to be exactly that. But there was something strange. The beasts were relatively weak. The strongest were only at the initial stages of the Core Formation Realm.

Most were even weaker, ordinary wild beasts, creatures that any experienced cultivator could defeat with ease. The problem was the quantity. It was simply absurd.

Kyrian became thoughtful.

‘Almost every beast tide of this magnitude I’ve seen so far was caused by those black masses of hostility.’ His gaze became serious.

‘Could another one have appeared around here?’

If there really was a black mass in that region… Kyrian smiled faintly.

‘That would be great.’

After all, that could allow him to advance much more quickly in his cultivation.

‘And if there isn’t one…’ He shrugged.

‘It’s fine.’

At most, he would lose a few hours. Kyrian quickly made his decision.

“Let’s go down.”

Arcon began to descend. Little by little. The crowd below continued running.

Most of them did not even notice Kyrian’s presence. Everyone was focused on escaping, on surviving, on not being caught by the tide of fangs coming from behind.

Kyrian observed the horde.

“Killing this many beasts in an ordinary way would be troublesome.”

Even though they were weak… There were tens of thousands of them. A powerful cultivator could kill a few hundred. Perhaps thousands. But it would take hours and hours against a number of that magnitude, and the energy consumed would be enormous.

Kyrian remained silent. Then he made his decision.

Kyrian closed his eyes for a moment. His violet eyes disappeared. In their place… Two snowflake-shaped pupils appeared. A deep blue color covered his irises, so blue that it seemed as though frozen oceans were contained within them.

The air around Kyrian began to grow colder. Arcon felt the change. But he was not frightened. He had already felt that power before, and already knew the cold that emanated from his master.

Kyrian looked down. His gaze swept across the entire horde. Every beast. Every creature. Every pair of wild eyes that glowed in the darkness of the forest. Then he thought.

‘Ice Aura.’

In the next instant… A translucent blue light appeared in his eyes. A freezing aura began to spread. First for a few meters. Then dozens. Hundreds. It advanced through the forest like a silent tide, not of water, but of absolute cold, pure ice, a winter that did not belong in that forest.

The air froze. The leaves became covered in a layer of ice. The branches began to crystallize, transforming into sculptures of blue glass.

The ground hardened, cracks of ice spreading like spiderwebs. The trees became blue, not from paint, but from ice, every trunk, every branch, and every leaf was covered by a translucent layer that reflected the sunlight. The people who were running immediately felt the change.

“It’s getting cold…”

“What…”

“Why is it so cold?”

Some people looked back. And then stopped. Their eyes widened. Those who were coming behind them also began to stop.

One. Two. Ten. One hundred. The entire crowd began to slow down. Because what was happening behind them was simply unbelievable.

The first beasts had stopped. Not because they were merely dead. They were frozen. Completely.

A huge beast that had been running with its claws raised now remained motionless.

Its entire body had transformed into crystalline blue ice, every muscle, every strand of fur, and every drop of blood frozen inside it.

Another tried to leap. It was also frozen, in the middle of its jump, trapped in the air like a grotesque statue. Another roared. Its roar was interrupted. Ice covered its mouth. Then its entire body transformed into a statue.

The aura continued advancing. One hundred meters. Two hundred. Three hundred. Five hundred. Thousands of beasts were frozen. The entire horde disappeared beneath a blue layer. In just a few seconds… Everything was over.

Silence.

The entire forest became silent. The people did not move. No one could speak. No one could breathe. The world seemed to have stopped.

A woman looked back. Her lips trembled.

“Fro…” She swallowed hard.

“Frozen…?”

A man beside her answered in an almost inaudible voice.

“All of them.”

Another looked toward the forest.

“No…” His expression was completely pale.

“It can’t be.”

A young man pointed.

“Look!”

Everyone looked.

Tens of thousands of beasts were frozen. No, some. Not hundreds. All of them. In just a few seconds. A man fell onto the ground, sitting.

“What kind of power is this?”

No one answered. Because no one knew. Then some raised their heads. And saw Kyrian.

The young man was standing a few meters above the ground, above a winged horse. His hair moved gently. His eyes possessed that strange blue color, snowflakes swirling within his irises, as if they contained winter storms.

Around him, a thin layer of ice still floated in the air, tiny crystals that sparkled like diamonds before disappearing.

The people looked at him. Absolute silence descended upon the crowd.

‘Did he do this?’

That question appeared in the minds of almost everyone. It was impossible. Simply impossible.