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Primordial Eyes

Jone, when he lived on earth, was a handsome young man who, for traumatic reasons as a child, lived in his locked house, living melancholically. Because he was blind in both eyes, he felt he would never see the beautiful side of life. And because of that, he made no effort to do anything and deeply regretted it. When he died and woke up in the body of a fifteen-year-old boy in another world where powerful cultivators, mystical beings, and divine races lived, he decided to live his new life as he wanted and without regrets. Right when he woke up, he discovered that in this new world, his eyes were now special, they carried great powers but were extremely difficult to control, and they had great seals that locked away something that this world had long forgotten. (5 chapters a week, maybe more) (This is my first novel, English is not my first language, mistakes or anything you don't understand, please let me know) :)

krullt · Eastern
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62 Chs

Monster

Of the thirty bodies lying on the ground, ten suddenly began to wither, transforming into a bloody mass that was quickly sucked into Jone's right eye.

The elders witnessed some of their disciples being torn apart and were utterly horrified.

"You scoundrel, what have you done to my disciples?" The old woman shouted while running swiftly towards Jone with extreme fury.

Jone's expression remained completely calm.

The energy from the ten bodies replenished his dantian completely and increased his cultivation, but a portion was being lost as Jone's strength rapidly escalated, soon reaching the same level as the elders.

As the old woman approached Jone with her dagger, he swiftly struck with his scythe.

Unable to react to Jone's speed, the old woman's hand holding the dagger suddenly fell to the ground.

'AAARGH!'

A large amount of blood splattered on the ground as a terrible scream of pain echoed.

"Irritating," Jone said calmly, pointing the scythe at the old woman's neck. However, just as the scythe was about to cut the old woman's throat, it was stopped again.

This time, a sword appeared, blocking the path of his scythe.

But this time, it wasn't Jone who was sent flying. After blocking Jone's scythe, the elder Wu was thrown away, his hands and sword trembling from the impact.

Jone touched the scythe to the ground where the old woman's blood had spread, and soon all the blood was absorbed. The symbols on the scythe were becoming more visible, bit by bit.

Seizing the opportunity the Elder Wu provided, the old witch ran away from Jone.

"Monster, he's a monster! No, I need to escape. Yes, I'll escape," said the old witch, who seemed to have gone mad, running quickly toward the exit without caring about the others.

"You have no chance of escaping," Jone said as the scythe disappeared from his hand, replaced by a black bow.

'Crescent Arrow.'

Arrow-shaped Qi rapidly shot from his bow toward the old witch.

The speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, it reached the old witch. Sensing danger, she turned quickly to protect herself, a new dagger appearing in her remaining hand. But before she could do anything, her body froze again.

'Growing Despair.'

The arrow went straight into the old witch's forehead and exploded.

Blood splattered everywhere, and her life came to an end.

But all the blood quickly gathered again as the rest of her body was pulled towards Jone.

"He's an aberration," the elder holding the bow and arrow said with an expression of terror and fear.

The remaining two elders felt Jone's cultivation increase again.

'8° stage of the Foundation Qi Realm.'

"Hahaha, now I understand why this monster is so strong. We're truly unlucky," Elder Wu said, laughing as if he had gone mad.

'Old Wu, don't lose hope like the old witch. We have a chance to escape; we have to work together,' the elder telepathically communicated to Elder Wu, fearing that he might go mad.

If Elder Wu acts like the old witch, they will surely die.

"Haha, you don't understand. We never really had a chance."

"What can ordinary people like us do against a genius with a Mythical bloodline?" Elder Wu said, without any hope of survival.

After hearing what Elder Wu said, a realization struck his mind.

He looked into Jone's eyes again and felt that inexplicable energy, something he had never seen before. Coupled with Jone's increased cultivation, he understood.

"How could such a person appear in this place?" He said it desperately, trying to find a way to survive, but he wouldn't have a chance.

A calm voice was heard as footsteps approached the two elders.

But this calm voice conveyed nothing but a terrible sense of fear.

"Any last words?"

The two said nothing but looked directly into Jone's eyes.

Those eyes were the most beautiful yet terrifying thing they had ever seen.

"I see none. Well, goodbye. Better luck in the next life," Jone said as his right eye emitted a powerful aura again.

'Growing Despair.'

The two elders had completely lost hope and were already terrified. Jone didn't need to do anything, and soon their minds shattered completely, and the two died from his ability.

'Devour.'

Their bodies soon disappeared, leaving only their clothes and storage rings lying on the ground.

"It's over," Jone said, sighing as his state was deactivated and his strength returned to normal.