Novel Full Chapter 446: Ten Days
Chapter 446: Ten Days
Time passed silently. Another three days went by.
Ten days had passed since Kyrian rented the small courtyard in the Sky Caravan. Since he had finally found a place to call his own, a space where he could study without interruptions, without haste, without the need to remain vigilant.
During those ten days, almost all of his attention had been focused on cultivation techniques.
The six basic techniques, those that only reached the Qi Release Realm, had already been completely understood.
The circulation paths, how Qi moved through the meridians, which routes were more efficient, and which were safer.
The methods of Qi condensation, how external energy was transformed into internal energy, and how it was purified and stored.
The ways of opening meridians, how the energy channels were cleared, expanded, and strengthened.
The principles of dantian stabilization, how the energy center was protected, kept in balance, and prevented from collapsing.
All of that was already engraved in his mind, not as words on a scroll, but as living comprehension, as knowledge he could apply, modify, and expand.
If he wanted to, he could cultivate any of them immediately, without mistakes, without hesitation, and without risks.
But he did not want to.
None of those techniques suited him because all of them were limited, all of them chose a single path, all of them ignored the ever-changing nature of his eyes.
And now...
After finishing the study of the two techniques that reached the Spiritual Awakening Realm, the ones he had purchased from the Pavilion, spending sixty thousand spirit stones on both, Kyrian finally understood something.
Creating a technique did not mean starting from the top.
No powerful technique had ever come into existence that way, as though a genius had simply invented something perfect out of nothing.
The great techniques of the ancient sects. The supreme methods of the imperial families. The legendary manuals are capable of spanning multiple realms.
All of them had started small.
First, a simple technique emerged. Something basic, functional, something that worked well enough.
Then it was improved. Errors corrected, flows adjusted, the process refined.
Modified, adapted to different bodies, different styles, different needs.
Corrected, eliminating flaws, improving efficiency, and expanding its capabilities.
Expanded, adding new stages, new understandings, and new possibilities.
Decades. Centuries. Millennia.
Until they finally became true legacies, techniques that others would spend entire lifetimes trying to comprehend.
"I’m thinking too big."
Kyrian closed one of the scrolls, the one describing the technique of absolute stability, with its complex flows and rigorous requirements.
The lamp’s light illuminated his face, creating shadows that danced across the wooden walls.
"I don’t need a technique for the Spiritual Awakening Realm yet."
"I need a technique for the Qi Accumulation Realm."
That was all. A foundation. A first step.
The rest could be built later. Just like any path.
So he returned to studying. Comparing the six basic techniques side by side, observing their similarities and differences.
Analyzing the Qi flows, the circulation patterns, and the underlying structures.
Separating similarities, the principles they all shared, the foundations that were universal.
Discarding differences, the aspects specific to each technique that did not apply to his eyes.
Searching for patterns, the regularities that emerged, the laws governing the cultivation process.
But... no answer appeared.
On the night of the tenth day, his mind finally reached its limit.
It was not the exhaustion of someone who had pushed too hard, but the natural fatigue of someone who had thought too much.
Even with restorative pills, which kept his meridians functioning and supplied energy to his body.
Even with his physique, strengthened by the Bone of the Heavens, he was more resilient than ever.
Even with his willpower, which pushed him onward when others would have given up.
His brain needed rest.
The connections he was trying to make, between the different techniques, between the different paths, and between the different principles, required a kind of clarity that only rest could provide.
So, for the first time in days...
Kyrian lay down. And fell asleep.
...
Darkness. Silence. Cold.
Kyrian opened his eyes. Again. That place.
The absolute void. No sky. No ground. No stars. No direction. Nothing.
Only darkness. Then... the sensation appeared. The same sensation. That presence. That gaze.
Slowly... Kyrian raised his head. And saw it.
The eye. Gigantic. Larger than mountains. Larger than cities. Larger than anything he had ever seen.
Motionless. Watching. Without anger. Without kindness. Simply... existing.
"Azhura’k..."
The name echoed in his mind, not as a memory, but as a revelation.
He heard the plea for help again. That distant sound. That call...
Then the dream ended.
...
Kyrian opened his eyes abruptly.
His body was covered in sweat, running down his forehead, his neck, his back.
His heart was beating faster, as though it were trying to escape his chest.
The room remained silent, only the cold wind passing through the window, causing the curtains to sway.
He slowly sat up, running a hand through his hair, feeling the sweat at its tips.
"Again..."
His gaze turned toward the moon, shining through the window, silver and distant.
"Azhura’k..."
It was the third time. Perhaps the fourth.
But this time, he had seen the Black Points again.
The same points he had learned about through the Endless Needles. The same points Eryon had spent a hundred years studying. The same points Kyrian could now see in all living beings.
What did that mean? Nothing? Or something important?
He did not know. And that bothered him. But there was no answer. So he decided to ignore it. At least for now.
Sleeping again seemed impossible. So he stood up.
He lit a lamp, the flame danced, illuminating the room with a golden glow.
And returned to studying.
The next five hours passed quickly.
Scrolls. Notes. Techniques. Diagrams. Meridians. Cores. Qi flows.
Everything spread across the table, forming an organized chaos of knowledge.
Several times, his thoughts returned to the Endless Needles Technique. To the black Qi.
To the dying man, Eryon, with his damaged meridians and weakened organs, his life slipping away.
To the price of that technique, the cost demanded by every use, the wear and tear that accumulated.
"If my eyes endured it... perhaps there is a way."
"A way to use the technique without paying the same price."
"A way to complete what Eryon could not."
But it was still too early. It was not worth the risk.
In the end... he made a decision.
He stored away the scrolls, organizing them carefully, separating those he had already studied from those that still required attention.
"Later. When I understand my own eyes better."