The Function of the Eye of Insight

When Ye Bai was treating Da Hui, he finally realized just how impressive the Eye of Insight was—it could even identify information about a Tier 5 Treasure.

He now understood why the Yan Country Alliance valued the Eye of Insight talent so highly.

This talent could not only see a pet beast's evolution path but also reveal information about items.

It was an enormous help to the Yan Country Alliance's research efforts.

It could even advance the in-depth study of pet beast evolution within the country.

For a First Order Small Fry like Ye Bai to be able to identify a Tier 5 Life Spirit Seed was already an incredible stroke of luck.

If the Life Spirit Seed hadn't fed Life Essence back to Ye Bai, he probably would have gone blind in both eyes.

Of course, not all of the Life Spirit Seed's information was displayed; a large portion was still shrouded in Gray Mist, waiting for Ye Bai's strength to increase before he could see it clearly.

The same reason Da Hui couldn't be identified earlier—its strength was too high, and it was afflicted with the Life Curse, so Ye Bai couldn't see Da Hui's data.

Moreover, Ye Bai discovered that when he used the Eye of Insight to identify an item, some of the item's essence seemed to flow into his eyes.

To verify if this was true, he deliberately took a First Order Thunder Stone from the Resource Box.

His eyes turned Blood Red as he gazed at the Thunder Stone.

He saw a layer of Gray Mist wrapped around the Thunder Stone. With a thought, the Gray Mist vanished instantly, and the Thunder Stone's relevant information appeared in his eyes.

A cool, refreshing stream of energy then sank into his pupils, replenishing the Pupil Power he had expended.

His Pupil Power was instantly topped off, so full it felt like it might overflow. His vision was as clear as if it had been washed clean, allowing him to see leaves far in the distance, even the veins on the leaves with perfect clarity.

Then he took out the Second Order Insect Stone that He Qingyuan had lost to him in a bet. This time, he strained with all his might but couldn't break through the Mist shrouding the Insect Stone.

On the contrary, because his Pupil Power was depleted too much, his eyes began to ache and sting unbearably.

"It seems that for now, I can only easily identify First Order items."

"Second Order is still a bit difficult. If I can't identify it, the Pupil Power I consume won't be replenished."

"The reason I could see the Life Spirit Seed's information earlier was probably because the treasure had a spirit of its own—it voluntarily revealed its information."

"Otherwise, with my First Order strength, how could I possibly see the data on Da Hui and the Life Spirit Seed?"

Ye Bai was self-aware.

As for that black crystal with the skull pattern, Ye Bai could see that the Gray Mist covering it was far thicker than that of the Insect Stone—it was clearly another treasure.

Hai City, a Secret Research Institute.

A group of people in white lab coats were busily conducting experiments.

Behind them stood a row of culture tanks.

Inside were Gray Night Chinchillas.

But they were tightly bound by massive chains locked into the tanks, barely able to move even an inch.

When the researchers injected the prepared reagents into the Gray Night Chinchillas' bodies.

The Gray Night Chinchillas' eyes would bulge wide, and their bodies would swell rapidly.

Streaks of light burst from their fur, and finally, with a bang, they exploded into countless fragments.

The culture tanks were sturdy; the shockwave from the Self-Destruct only splattered the flesh against the glass. After a long sigh, the researchers pressed the cleaning button on the tanks.

A torrent of rushing water surged out, washing the blood and flesh clinging to the tank walls clean.

A man standing in the center of the laboratory was leaning on a huge cane, flipping through the latest experimental data.

Rage twisted his face. Three years—three whole years—and not a single experiment had succeeded.

With a bang, the man slammed the experiment log onto the table.

The loud noise made all the busy researchers stop in their tracks.

"We've been researching this for so long."

"Still haven't figured out the Gray Night Chinchilla's evolution path?"

"The only Gray Night Chinchilla leader that successfully evolved escaped."

"Now it's missing without a trace."

"I'll give you three more months. If you still can't produce results, don't blame me for being harsh."

The man said angrily, ignoring the researchers' attempts to explain themselves, and left the place leaning on his cane.

Through the corridor window, he gazed up at the brilliant starry sky.

He let out a long sigh.

The Gray Night Chinchilla's evolution path was a research project he had personally established.

According to his research, Gray Night Chinchillas were large and strong. If they could evolve, their strength would undoubtedly be formidable.

If he could create an invincible, unstoppable army, he could enter that Secret Realm and bring back his pet beast.

His eyes fixed on the starry sky, sinking into deep memories.

Countless times, the man regretted what had happened that day.

At that moment, he was crushing the Tier 5 Treasure Thunder Crystal into powder to create a Source of Thunder, and through a massive pinprick, he injected the liquefied Source of Thunder into the heart of the Gray Night Chinchilla.

Violent currents of electricity erupted from the Gray Night Chinchilla's body, shattering every culture dish in the laboratory.

It transformed into a three-meter-tall Thunder Giant that charged out, wreaking havoc throughout the lab.

The man could only summon his pet beast, the Hell Reaper, in an attempt to stop its rampage.

The Hell Reaper gripped a tattered scythe, its blade wrapped in Black Qi, while countless wailing souls coiled around its black cloak.

Through that cloak, you could never see its face—only two crimson glows would meet your gaze.

The Gray Night Chinchilla grew fiercer with each clash; even when the Hell Reaper's scythe struck its body, it still attacked in a frenzy.

Even when the scythe carved a deep gash across its belly, it kept fighting without pause.

With no other choice, the man ordered the Hell Reaper to use its own Death Origin as a curse, sacrificing a drop in rank to cast the spell.

But the moment the Death Curse landed on the creature, it smashed through the ceiling and fled.

That night, a torrential rain was pouring down. Its speed was immense, and it quickly vanished into the rainy darkness.

His Hell Reaper had suffered severe injuries. He sent many people to search for the creature's whereabouts, but after three years of searching, they found nothing.

He had also gone out to look several times himself, but never sensed any trace of it.

It seemed the Source of Thunder injected into its body had been constantly contending with the Death Curse, ultimately masking the creature's presence.

Only recently, when his Hell Reaper finally recovered to its original rank, did it sense that the Death Curse had completely dissipated—that was why he had flown into such a rage.

"My time is running out. I must press on with the research."

A strand of white appeared among the man's jet-black hair. His life force was being devoured by the Hell Reaper's backlash.