122: A divine eye? A blind man? (VII)

"Mother, I'm fine."

He said these words to Jun Qianle, who washed her face with tears daily and whose body grew increasingly frail.

His voice was young, yet it carried a composure inconsistent with his age, which only made Jun Qianle feel more heartache.

Jun Yun stopped dwelling on those bothersome matters.

All his focus was concentrated within his body.

An ancient and profound summons faintly emanated from within the pagoda, guiding him to comprehend and explore.

At the same time, Jun Yun felt an invisible power swirling around him.

This power was unseen and intangible, yet genuinely present.

It brought a touch of warmth to the desolate Cold Palace.

When he calmed his mind and settled his Qi, the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi became much more gentle and amicable.

"Luck..."

Jun Yun understood instantly.

This was the "Luck" attribute he had maxed out in the Reincarnation Space, finally beginning to take effect in this life.

"Could it be that I am destined to become a Child of Luck in this life as well?"

"Haha, there's no such thing as a blind Child of Luck."

Jun Yun thought mockingly, then cast aside the distracting thoughts.

He focused his entire consciousness on the small pagoda.

In his previous life, his Comprehension Ability was insufficient, preventing him from peering into its secrets.

In this life, he possessed the accumulated experience of several cycles of Reincarnation, and even more so, Heaven-Defying Comprehension Ability far surpassing ordinary people.

He wanted to see what shocking secret was hidden within this supreme treasure that even the Reincarnation Space rejected... Time lost its meaning in the Cold Palace.

Spring departed and autumn arrived; cold weather came and went.

A full three years passed.

For three years, Jun Yun sat cross-legged every day, completely motionless.

All his focus was dedicated to comprehending the Cultivation Technique within the small pagoda.

This process was far more difficult than he could have imagined.

The Cultivation Technique was obscure, ancient, and profound, not belonging to this world; every single rune contained the ultimate truth of a Dao.

Even with his multi-life memories and extraordinary Comprehension Ability, he repeatedly hit walls.

Countless times, his consciousness was nearly scattered by the impact of the massive influx of information.

Failure.

Try again.

Fail again.

Try again!

He was like the most devout seeker of the Dao, knocking on the door leading to the supreme palace in the darkness.

Finally.

On a winter day during the third year.

After he had gone through countless failures and attempts.

Buzz!

Jun Yun's consciousness suddenly shook.

On the verge of reaching his limit, he entered a mysterious and profound state of Epiphany.

The complex Cultivation Technique runes within the small pagoda, like a sea of stars, came alive.

They arranged and combined themselves, eventually forming a scripture that was only the upper half, which was branded deep into his Soul.

The Azure Heaven Pagoda Record!

A supreme scripture that pointed directly to the Origin of the Great Dao.

This was only half of the Cultivation Technique, yet its maximum level of Cultivation was the legendary Saint Realm!

An unprecedented realization surged into Jun Yun's heart.

He finally understood why, in his previous life, he had exhausted all means yet failed to comprehend this method.

Cultivating this method required not only extraordinary Comprehension Ability but also massive Luck.

Neither could be lacking.

And in this life, he happened to satisfy both of these extremely demanding conditions simultaneously.

"The Saint Realm..."

There was no excessive ecstasy in Jun Yun's heart, only an unusual calmness.

This half-part Cultivation Technique was enough.

Enough for him to gain a foothold in Beiyuan, and enough for him to personally tear apart those hypocritical faces, one by one!

He no longer hesitated and immediately began circulating the Spiritual Power within his body according to the Mind-Cultivation Technique of the Azure Heaven Pagoda Record.

One cycle.

Two cycles.

As the Cultivation Technique circulated, Jun Yun's cultivation, which had already entered the Earth Spirit Realm, began advancing again at an astonishing speed.

What was even more terrifying was that he did not emit any powerful aura.

The Azure Heaven Pagoda Record perfectly contained all his cultivation aura, not letting a single trace leak out.

From the outside, he was still the pitiful youth whose eyes were ruined and whose cultivation had stagnated... While Jun Yun secretly cultivated diligently in the Cold Palace, the external situation became increasingly tense.

The flames of war between the Great Jun Divine Dynasty and its old enemy, the Great You Divine Dynasty, burned ever fiercer.

Along the border, skirmishes constantly escalated, with dozens of battles, large and small, breaking out. Both sides suffered heavy casualties.

The national treasury grew increasingly empty, and public grievances began to rise.

Internal affairs of the Divine Dynasty also became turbulent due to the military setbacks and the vacant position of the heir.

At such a critical juncture of internal strife and external threats, a rumor quietly began to spread from an unknown source.

The rumor claimed that the reason the Great Jun Divine Dynasty suffered military failures and national decline was because a "sinister" bastard was hidden within the Imperial Family.

This bastard carried the Bloodline of the enemy nation and was the root cause destabilizing the foundation of the state.

If he was not eliminated soon, the Divine Dynasty would be in danger.

The rumor intensified, and all fingers implicitly pointed towards the long-forgotten Cold Palace.

In the Chaotian Hall.

Jun Tianming listened to the reports from the ministers below, his face grim.

He knew that someone was forcing his hand.

Although his Divine Eyes were ruined, his Divine Body was still exceptional, so he made a decision.

"Pass down My decree."

After a long pause, Jun Tianming's cold voice echoed through the hall.

"To quell internal unrest, boost military morale, and display Imperial might."

He commanded in a deep voice.

"Bestow... the Jun Clan member of the Cold Palace, a cup of poisoned wine."

Lady Jun.

He was unwilling to even mention that woman's name... The dilapidated Cold Palace welcomed a "distinguished guest" who hadn't been seen for a long time.

An Old Eunuch, holding a horsetail whisk and pale-faced, read the emotionless decree in a pinched voice.

After a moment, the Old Eunuch held a tray. On the tray sat an exquisite white jade cup, filled with scarlet wine.

He gently placed the cup on the table, then led his people out, leaving the final moments to the pitiful mother and son.

Jun Qianle sat listlessly for a long time before rising and walking over to her son, who was still 'sleeping' in Cultivation.

She reached out, her withered fingers gently stroking Jun Yun's face, which bore a seventy percent resemblance to his father's.

Over the years, she had sensed her son's changes.

She knew her child had not given up.

"Yun'er."

She called softly.

Jun Yun slowly withdrew his energy and awoke from Cultivation.

He did not ask what had happened; he simply reached out quietly and held his mother's cold hand.

A pale smile appeared on Jun Qianle's face.

She took off an antique ring, threaded on a red string, from around her neck.

The ring was entirely black, forged from the most common black iron, and covered in marks of erosion by time, showing no special features.

"Yun'er, this is the only memento left by your father."

"Before he died, he gave this to me, saying it was extraordinary but that he couldn't comprehend it. Now, Mother gives it to you."

Jun Qianle's voice was gentle, tinged with reluctance.

She took Jun Yun's hand and personally placed the ring on his finger.

"Yun'er, remember Mother's words."

"Live well, you must... live safely."

"If you gain the ability, then seek justice for yourself and for your deceased father."

"If you don't, then forget all this, find a place where no one knows you, and live out a peaceful, ordinary life."

Her eyes were filled with love and reluctance, and finally, she took a deep look at her son.

She wanted to engrave his image into the deepest part of her Soul.

The moment the ring fully touched Jun Yun's fingertip.

Boom!

An unprecedented, massive force suddenly surged out from the seemingly ordinary ring!

That was neither Spiritual Power nor Soul Power.

Instead, it was an even more mysterious, yet genuinely existing, great power!

Luck!

The Origin of this small ring was likely even more astonishing than he imagined.

Just as Jun Yun was stunned by this power.

He heard a soft sigh of satisfaction and relief behind him.

Jun Yun abruptly turned his head.

His mother, Jun Qianle, revealed a relieved smile on her face, and her body collapsed.

One cup of poisoned wine, draining the Mortal World.

She was gone.

She used her final moments of life to exchange for this last Legacy and hope for him.

Jun Yun froze where he stood.

But he did not cry.

Nor did he shout.

He simply knelt down quietly and heavily kowtowed three times toward his mother's corpse.

Inside his body, that massive power of Luck was still surging.

It intertwined with the hatred deep within his Soul.

He raised his head, and his blind eye sockets 'looked' toward the depths of the Imperial Palace.

His voice was low, yet every word was like iron.

"I promise you."

"I will live well."