121: A divine eye? A blind man? (VI)

Puchi!

The sound of a sharp blade entering flesh was faint yet ear-piercing.

Jun Yun's body suddenly stiffened.

The joy and expectation on his face froze instantly, replaced by an unspeakable, agonizing pain.

"Ah—!"

A heart-wrenching scream escaped from the ten-year-old boy's mouth.

Those Heavenly Desolation Divine Pupils, which had once been the pride of the entire Divine Dynasty and flowed with brilliant golden light, were pierced with unerring precision by two sharp swords at this moment.

The brilliant golden light flickered violently a few times before being completely extinguished.

Two lines of bloody tears flowed from Jun Yun's tightly closed eye sockets, staining his face red.

"Yun'er!"

Jun Qianle, acting like a madwoman, broke through the Aura pressure regardless of the cost and caught her collapsing son.

"My child!"

Jun Wuhuan's strike had succeeded, and a hideous, satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He didn't even look at his daughter and grandson; he withdrew his sword, turned, and prepared to leave this place that made him nauseous.

However.

Before he could take a step.

Boom!

A God Realm pressure, far more terrifying and domineering than his own, descended from the sky.

"Vile beast!"

A roar filled with towering rage exploded over the entire Imperial City.

Jun Tianming's figure instantly appeared within the Cold Palace.

When he saw Jun Yun, whose eyes were bleeding and whose breath was weak, the Divine Lord who ruled the Divine Dynasty and usually kept his emotions hidden saw his eyes turn blood-red instantly.

He saw the sharp sword in Jun Wuhuan's hand that was still dripping with blood.

"You seek death!"

Jun Tianming was beyond furious. God Realm power gathered in his palm, and without the slightest mercy, he slammed it toward his Eldest Prince.

Jun Wuhuan's expression changed drastically.

He never expected his Imperial Father to arrive so quickly.

He wanted to dodge, but under the pressure of a God Realm expert, his body felt as if it were pinned down by a heavy weight, unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as that hand of death enlarged before his eyes.

"Imperial Father, spare me! Your son did this for the sake of the Divine Dynasty!"

At the moment of life and death, Jun Wuhuan let out a terrified scream.

Jun Tianming's palm stopped abruptly just an inch away from his crown.

The violent wind from the palm sent Jun Wuhuan flying, slamming him heavily against the wall as he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

By this time, the Imperial relatives and civil and military officials who had rushed over upon hearing the news also appeared outside the Cold Palace. Looking at the tragic scene inside the hall, every one of them was as quiet as a cicada in winter.

"Speak!"

Jun Tianming's voice was extremely cold.

"Give Us a reason not to kill you!"

Jun Wuhuan struggled to kneel on the ground, his face full of terror, but his mind was racing.

He knew this was his only chance to survive.

"Imperial Father!"

He pointed at Jun Yun, who was unconscious in Jun Qianle's arms, and defended himself with an exhausted voice.

"During the Demon Suppression Ceremony, your son saw with his own eyes a strange black rune flash within Jun Yun's Divine Pupils!"

"That rune is exactly the same as a Bloodline secret technique of the Great You Divine Dynasty's Imperial family!"

"Once this curse seal erupts, Jun Yun will completely become a Puppet of Great You, and the Bloodline of our Great Jun Divine Dynasty will be utterly polluted!"

"In his haste, your son had no other choice but to endure the pain... to endure the pain of crippling these Divine Pupils that might bring a catastrophe upon our Divine Dynasty! This was to eliminate the future trouble!"

Jun Wuhuan spoke with tears and snot, his words sounding both clever and 'sincere'.

Shifting the blame.

He glossed over his own vicious actions born of jealousy as a 'tragic choice' made for the sake of the Divine Dynasty's righteousness.

Jun Tianming's brows furrowed tightly.

As the Divine Lord, he naturally knew of the existence of that secret technique.

It was one of the core Bloodline secret arts of the Great You Divine Dynasty.

Could it be... His gaze fell upon Jun Yun, and his Divine Thought swept out, carefully inspecting Jun Yun's body.

The Divine Body was still there.

But those Divine Pupils were completely ruined, leaving only two clumps of flesh eroded by deadly poison.

As for the so-called 'Bloodline Curse Seal', he found no trace of it at all.

Killing intent surged in Jun Tianming's heart once again.

He knew Jun Wuhuan was lying.

But he could not expose him in public.

Jun Wuhuan was his Eldest Prince, a pillar of the Imperial family who had just broken through to the Grotto-Heaven Realm, and even had hope of touching the God Realm in the future.

If he admitted in public that the Eldest Prince had crippled the hope of the Divine Dynasty out of jealousy, where would the Imperial family's face be? Where would the Divine Dynasty's dignity be?

And where would he, Jun Tianming, put his own face?

The Divine Pupils were already ruined; the fact was irreversible.

What was most important now was to preserve the Imperial family's reputation.

Jun Tianming took a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent in his heart.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, only cold calculation remained.

"The Eldest Prince, Jun Wuhuan, has merit in his protection, but his methods were too extreme, resulting in the Divine Son being heavily injured."

He spoke slowly, his voice spreading throughout the inside and outside of the Cold Palace.

"He is fined fifty years of salary and ordered to reflect behind closed doors for ten years."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience was shocked.

Crippling the Divine Son of the Divine Dynasty, and only ten years of reflection?

This punishment was as light as a joke.

Jun Wuhuan was wild with joy in his heart and kowtowed heavily.

"Your son thanks Imperial Father for his great grace!"

Jun Tianming did not look at him again but turned to look at the officials, his voice majestic.

"The Divine Son, Jun Yun, was too eager for success in cultivating the Heavenly Desolation Divine Pupil, leading to a loss of control over his power and a backlash against himself. From this day forward, he must recuperate in seclusion, and no one is allowed to disturb him."

A vicious murder was thus lightly characterized by him as a 'cultivation accident'.

After speaking, Jun Tianming's figure vanished.

He did not even take another look at his own grandson who lay in a pool of blood, his life or death unknown.

Emperor's scheming was displayed to the fullest at this moment.

Jun Wuhuan climbed up from the ground, glanced at the mother and son weeping in each other's arms, gave a smug cold laugh, and turned to leave.

The Cold Palace, which had once been bustling with visitors, returned to silence.

No.

It was even more deathly silent than before.

From then on, the Great Jun Divine Dynasty no longer had a Divine Son.

That Prodigy who had once stunned the entire Northern Plains seemed to have evaporated from the world and was completely forgotten.

The endless resources that once surrounded him also vanished like smoke.

The name Jun Yun became a taboo... In the Cold Palace, on a dilapidated bed.

Jun Yun slowly woke up from his coma.

Before his eyes was an endless darkness.

A piercing, bone-deep pain came from deep within his eye sockets, making his entire body tremble uncontrollably.

He was blind.

"Yun'er, you're awake?"

His mother Jun Qianle's voice sounded in his ear, carrying endless exhaustion and sorrow.

"Mother..."

Jun Yun opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and dry.

He could feel that he was being held tightly in his mother's arms.

Warm liquid fell drop by drop onto his cold face.

It was his mother's tears.

Unwillingness.

He remembered Jun Wuhuan's hideous and smug face.

He remembered Jun Tianming's cold and heartless voice announcing his 'cultivation accident'.

He, the Divine Son who was seen as the hope of the Divine Dynasty, was like a joke.

A tool that could be discarded at will.

An uncontrollable hatred erupted from the depths of his heart.

Why?

Just because half the blood of an enemy country flowed in his veins?

Just because he stood in his way?

Towering hatred burned his reason, intertwining with the tearing pain in his eye sockets.

He felt as if his brain was about to be completely torn apart by this extreme pain and hatred.

"Ah—!"

Jun Yun let out another cry of pain.

Two lines of bloody tears gushed from his eye sockets once again.

And at this very moment.

At the peak where this extreme pain and hatred intertwined.

Countless images and memories flooded into his mind like crazy.

Scene after scene, event after event.

The memories of his previous lives and the humiliation of this life perfectly overlapped at this moment.

Jun Yun's body trembled violently, then slowly calmed down.

He no longer roared.

Nor did he shed any more tears.

Jun Qianle could clearly feel that the child in her arms, who had been struggling in pain, had suddenly become quiet.

Quiet to a point that was somewhat terrifying.

"Yun'er?"

She called out softly with some unease.

A long time passed.

Jun Yun, or rather, Quan Yun, finally spoke slowly.

His voice was still childish, but it carried a coldness that did not belong to this age.

"Mother, I'm fine."

He was completely, fully awake.

The memories of several lives were completely fused at this moment.

He finally saw clearly his own ridiculous fate.

He also saw clearly the ugly face under Jun Wuhuan's hypocritical mask.

And he saw even more clearly the coldness and hypocrisy of the entire Great Jun Divine Dynasty from top to bottom.

Divine Son?

Merely a tool with utility value.

Once it lost its value, it would be discarded without mercy.

Quan Yun's destroyed eye sockets 'looked' toward the outside of the palace.

His heart was filled with peace.

"Jun Wuhuan..."

"Jun Tianming..."

"Great Jun Divine Dynasty..."

He spoke each word slowly in a voice only he could hear.

"Today, you personally crippled my Divine Pupils and threw me into the abyss."

"In the future, I will surely drag you, along with this entire filthy Imperial family, into Hell!"