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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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Strange scythe

While the elders were talking, Jone arrived at an empty place with only a small red lake and five large houses built around it.

Jone felt that this place had a large concentration of energy, which he guessed to be Qi. Deacon Xu took Jone to the front of one of the houses.

"This is where direct disciples live; this is where you will live; this is one of the best places to cultivate in the sect." The deacon said this as he handed over something that looked like a key.

"You can choose a maid to take care of the house later, come on, I'll take you to the weapons hall and then to the sect's technique hall, where you will have the books that the young master wanted."

Jone wasn't paying much attention to what the deacon was saying, but when he heard the technique hall, he paid attention again and was eager to go to that place soon.

Jone followed Deacon Xu again, and they arrived at a place with four guards with a strong pressure coming off them.

"I brought the young master to choose a weapon of his choice by order of the sect leader." The deacon said this, showing the golden plate that the sect leader had given him.

The guards bowed slightly and let the two pass, and soon the two arrived at a place that looked like an ancient hall with three floors. It looked old and rusty.

But when Jone entered, he was surprised by the number of weapons inside.

"There are four ranks of armaments and treasures, mortal, earthly, heavenly, and holy, each rank is divided into low, middle, and high grades.

"It depends on your strength and your cultivation realm which weapon you can use, in the first three cultivation realms, generally only mortal weapons are used."

"Since you are in the Qi foundation realm, let's go to the end of the first floor. There will be medium- and high-grade deadly weapons, with your strength, I believe you can use a higher-grade deadly weapon that only people in the true Qi realm can use generally".

The deacon said as he walked to the end of the hall.

Jone looked at every type of weapon in the room, but nothing really caught his attention, he had never touched any weapon in his life and didn't know what was best for him.

He passed through the middle-grade mortal weapons and arrived at the superior weapons.

After looking at all the weapons in the room, only one caught his attention.

Jone walked to a place and picked up a black bow with red markings that looked very powerful.

"Good choice, young master; this is one of the best high-grade weapons in this hall, but few people use bows and arrows, so it remains in this place, now he has found a good owner." Said the deacon, looking at Jone's choice.

'It really looks like a good bow, with my eyes, I feel it will be useful, but I wanted something in case I needed to fight hand to hand'. Jone as he looked around again to see if there really wasn't anything that interested him.

So at that moment, his eyes saw a scythe almost his height, with a completely black handle and a large red blade with purple details, and with strange silver marks as if there had been something written before but it had been erased over time.

It looked old and worn out, but as soon as he saw that scythe, he felt instantly familiar, and he felt his right eye react slightly to the scythe .

He then walked over to the scythe and picked it up.

"Young master, I recommend not choosing this scythe; it has been here for no one knows how long; we don't even know what rank it was before or where it came from. Right now, its strength is a low-grade earth weapon, but no one takes it even if they are strong."

"Oh, and why?" Jone asked curiously as he continued to hold the scythe in his hand and enjoy it more and more.

"Young master, they say this weapon is cursed, everyone who used it for a short period of time began to go crazy and lose their sanity."

"That's why the sect took it from the second floor, but they wouldn't throw away an earthly weapon, so it's been lying there for many, many years."

"Interesting, I'll take the scythe and bow, tell the master later." Jone, not paying attention to what the deacon was saying, walked to the exit of the room.