Treatment, Hope of Restoring His Sight

"Since you're already blind, what's the point of talking about convenience? This isn't the place to talk, come with me."

The Blind Old Man remained silent for a moment, then turned and walked into the tower.

"Lin Dong, although you did it to save the day, you can't joke about this kind of thing and reopen old wounds for Senior Brother Mo."

On the way, Wu Dao lowered his voice and said.

"Please rest assured, Martial Uncle Wu Dao, I am already quite confident, but I still need to investigate and confirm further."

Lin Dong his head. He wasn't stupid enough to use such a thing to tease the sect elders.

After navigating through several hidden corridors, we arrived at our destination.

The stone room was extremely simple, containing only a bed, a table, and a chair. This was the residence of the Blind Old Man, a Great Achievement Immortal Talisman Master, who had lived there for over a hundred years.

"Let's begin. You don't need to hold back; just unleash your full potential."

The Blind Old Man pointed to the open space opposite and sat down immediately.

Lin Dong, who was sitting cross-legged opposite him, nodded. He then Wu Dao at the Blind Old Man with a tense expression and gently pressed two fingers together on the old man's forehead. A powerful Mental Energy surged out like a torrent.

"A top-tier Heavenly Symbol Master of the Eight Seals at the age of twenty! Even Junior Brother Zhou Tong back then couldn't match such talent!"

The Blind Old Man smiled with relief, and then unhesitatingly released his mental defenses to accept Lin Dong's mental flood into his body.

In Lin Dong's mental vision, the Blind Old Man's gray-white eyes were covered with dense gray threads, which clung to them like maggots, completely enveloping the eyeballs.

The dense, Yin-Cold Energy emanating from the gray silk threads constantly eroded those two withered, shriveled eyeballs, radiating an ominous aura.

"The Yin-Cold Energy is the culprit that caused Martial Uncle Gu Mo to go blind. It seems that the Desolate Demonic Eyes, the martial art that guards the Desolate Hall Suppressing Martial Art, has too many flaws. If the cultivator does not have a divine object like the Ancestral Stone to protect them, they will all go blind after practicing it."

"The Ancestral Stone has the miraculous effect of deducing and perfecting Martial Arts Techniques. I need to find an opportunity to remove the side effect of the Desolate Demonic Eyes and return it to the hall to benefit the future disciples of my Desolate Hall."

"But now, let's see if we can help Martial Uncle Gu Mo solve this stubborn problem."

Thinking of this, Lin Dong's mind stirred, and the Ancestral Stone hidden between his eyebrows suddenly shone brightly. A gentle, milky-white light flowed into the Blind Old Man's body through his spiritual tentacles, shining on the gray threads wrapped around his eyeballs.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The gray threads, formed from a dense, Yin Cold Power, melted away as quickly as ice and snow under the sunlight, immediately opening a gap in the large gray net that was tightly binding the eyeballs.

Meanwhile, outside...

"Bang!!!"

The Blind Old Man's expression suddenly changed drastically. His hands, hanging limply at his sides, gripped the ground uncontrollably, crushing the Green Stone floor beneath him. Two shocking lines of blood continuously oozed from the corners of his eyes, a truly horrifying sight.

"Senior Brother Mo, what's wrong with you? Lin Dong, stop right now!"

Wu Dao, whose nerves had been on edge, immediately became anxious and reached out to separate the two.

"Wu Dao, don't be nervous, it's a good thing. I can feel that those damned things that have troubled me for a hundred years have been slowly opening up a crack. In fact, I've never felt better than before."

The Blind Old Man opened his eyes, casually wiping away the blood dripping from the corner of his eye, and a rare smile appeared on his deeply lined and withered face.

"Lin Dong, you tell us."

Wu Dao paused for a moment, then turned to look at Lin Dong.

"Martial Uncle Gu Mo, your eyes are the result of cultivating the Desolate Demonic Eyes Hall Suppressing Martial Art of my Desolate Hall, right?" Lin Dong pondered for a moment before asking.

"Yes, there were some mishaps during my cultivation back then." The Blind Old Man spoke sparingly.

"Martial Uncle Gu Mo should have noticed that the power I possess can purify the Yin Cold Power brought by the Desolate Demonic Eyes. However, the Yin-Cold Energy accumulated in your eyes for too long has been too much for you, so we can only adopt a strategy of gradually eroding it."

"I think it will take about a month to completely clean it up. At that time, I will give you a purifying power to place between your eyebrows and nurture it, which will completely solve the problem of erosion. However, the process may be quite painful."

"What does this pain matter as long as my eyesight can be restored?"

The Blind Old Man shook his head. Although he could see the world more clearly after switching to cultivating Mental Energy, the eyes are always one of the most precious organs of a martial artist. If given the chance, he would certainly like to restore them.

"How about this, I won't take advantage of you. After you've chosen your martial arts, you can stay here and cultivate in seclusion for a month. During that time, you'll help me heal my eyes every day, and I'll teach you martial arts."

The Blind Old Man slowly stood up and said.

"Lin Dong, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and agree."

Wu Dao was slightly taken aback, then suddenly shoved Lin Dong.

The Blind Old Man had suppressed the Martial Arts Hall for over a hundred years and was proficient in most of the martial arts techniques in the Desolate Hall. Even those he had never practiced could offer Lin Dong some insightful advice.

To receive one-on-one, close instruction from a martial arts master for a month is an exceptional privilege that many martial artists dream of, and the benefits are undoubtedly immense.

"It's a deal." Lin Dong cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Let's go, I'll take you to choose some martial arts. Let's learn the Desolation Art first, because we can't lose the Desolate Hall's signature skill. The Desolation Energy, which is derived from the Desolation Art, is the foundation of many of our Desolate Hall's martial arts. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the mother of all techniques."

Upon learning that there was hope for his eyesight to be restored, the Blind Old Man seemed to be in a much better mood, and kept giving Wudao instructions along the way, leaving Wu Dao stunned.

Damn it, give me back my aloof Senior Disciple Brother!!

The Vice Hall Master of the Desolate Hall and the Great Elder of the Desolate Hall Martial Arts Hall led a team to select martial arts for one disciple. This impressive lineup instantly stunned many disciples along the way.

However, when everyone realized that the disciple was the Desolate Hall Chief, they all suddenly understood. So this was the big shot who had descended upon this place. No wonder.

Led by the Blind Old Man, Lin Dong soon arrived at a central ancient hall of the Martial Arts Hall. Inside the hall was an enormous platform, on which a boulder about a hundred feet in size floated.

The boulder is entirely gray, with its surface covered in large and jagged cracks. Just a glance at it evokes a desolate, ancient, and weathered scene.

The land within a hundred feet radius was a barren, grayish-white expanse, as if Life Force had been drained away, just like the scene when Jiang Hao and the others used their Desolation Energy.

Many disciples of the Desolate Hall were scattered around the gray boulder, cultivating with their eyes closed, seemingly practicing some secret technique. However, they dared not approach easily, probably out of fear of something.