"Spirit Eyes? You mean these eyes were passed down through her ancestors?"
Faced with such an absurd conclusion, Song Qingxi did not know what to say for a moment. Since when could eyes be treated as a family heirloom? And they were not even magic artifacts, but completely unrefined flesh-and-blood eyes.
"That is correct. Her talent in the Path of Space came from the bloodline within her body. These Spirit Eyes possessed the special ability to purify bloodlines and wield Spatial Power. In every generation of her family, they were fused with the person whose bloodline was the purest.
"The person undergoing the fusion had to gouge out their own eyes from childhood and place the Spirit Eyes inside, allowing them to merge with their flesh, blood, and meridians. If they could endure the rejection and survive, they would become the heir.
"The mortality rate of this process was extraordinarily high. It wasted quite a few talented people and thus led the family into decline.
"As the saying went, they rose because of the Spirit Eyes, and fell because of the Spirit Eyes.
"By Ling Mou's generation, not only had their bloodline grown thin, but their numbers had dwindled as well. The Spirit Eyes had long lain buried beneath dust. Ling Mou's bloodline awakened within her, and she was regarded as the hope of the family's resurgence. Thus, no one allowed her to fuse with the Spirit Eyes.
"So she gouged out her own eyes and forced them to hand over the Spirit Eyes.
"She was only seven years old then, and had not even begun her path of cultivation."
The moment those words fell, Song Qingxi and Wujie could not help but draw in sharp breaths. At such a young age, she had possessed courage far exceeding that of