Eyes Restored, Deducing the Demonic Eyes

"It was presumptuous of me to ask my two senior uncles to accompany Lin Dong in his foolishness."

Lin Dong rose and bowed. Three days would be enough for him to fully acquire the inheritance.

"What's done is done, there's nothing to regret."

The Blind Old Man waved his hand, then turned around and instructed Wu Dao: "Wu Dao, you are the Vice Hall Master of my Desolate Hall. Don't stay here for too long. Go back to your place and assist that brat Chen Zhen properly."

"As for Lin Dong, let him stay in the Martial Arts Hall for a month of intensive training. I will teach him well during this time. The Desolate Hall Chief cannot fall behind others."

"Understood, Wu Dao now take my leave."

Wu Dao nodded slightly, then turned and left without any hesitation.

"Come with me. Let me see how much you've mastered your Desolate Demonic Eyes."

The Blind Old Man glanced at Lin Dong and led him toward the special training platform behind the Martial Arts Hall, acting with great efficiency.

Time flew by as the old man and the young man taught and learned, and Lin Dong even missed the Monthly Competition held by the Desolate Hall.

To paraphrase the Blind Old Man, what's the point of going to the Monthly Competition children? Besides, the Monthly Competition in the Desolate Hall is of even lower quality. The annual Four Halls Grand Competition is the only thing worth watching. No way, no way.

I wonder if Wu Dao would cry his eyes out in the arms of the Chen Zhen Hall Master if he knew that his senior Senior Brother Mo had given such a evaluation of his organization's Monthly Competition.

One month later, inside the stone chamber.

"Martial Uncle Gu Mo, how are you feeling?"

Lin Dong removed his two fingers from between the Blind Old Man's eyebrows, the gentle light dissipating as he waited expectantly for his reply.

During this month, Lin Dong would take action every day, using the purifying power of the Ancestral Stone to help the Blind Old Man gradually dissolve the Yin-Cold Energy in his eyes.

Today is the last time. The last remnants of the Yin Cold Power in the Blind Old Man's eyes have been cleaned away. Now we'll see how effective it is.

"It's still very blurry; you can only barely make out a blurry figure."

The Blind Old Man suppressed his Mental Energy and tried to observe the world before him simply with his own eyes, but the effect was not good, and his words were tinged with a faint sense of disappointment.

"Don't worry, Martial Uncle Gu Mo is a Life Mysterious Stage, Great Perfection. His Life Energy is continuous. As long as his heart and head are not fatally damaged, the damage to other parts of his body will be quickly repaired by his Life Energy."

"Previously, the Life Energy in your body could not function properly because it was interfered with by that strange Yin-Cold Energy. Now that the Yin-Cold Energy that had accumulated in your body has been removed, the Life Energy will soon be able to function normally again."

"I think that in a few days at most, my master's eyes will be able to see like a normal person."

Lin Dong patiently and gently comforted her.

"Hehe, it was my concern that clouded my judgment. I never imagined that after living for over a hundred years, I would be less insightful than a junior."

The Blind Old Man chuckled softly, as if remembering something, and then instructed:

"That purifying power must have come from a powerful Ancient Divine Object, right? Your luck is truly remarkable, almost comparable to that of the Young Palace Mistress of the Nine Heavens Supreme Pure Palace. Remember, after you have stepped into the Profound Life and Death Mysterious Stage, do not easily show it to others."

"As the Young Palace Mistress of the Nine Heavens Supreme Pure Palace, Ling Qingzhu is accompanied by countless Mysterious Experts. You do not have such treatment, so you must be very careful."

"Yes, disciple understands." Lin Dong nodded slightly.

"By the way, what about the purifying power you promised me? Without the suppression of the purifying power, if I continue to use the Desolate Demonic Eyes in the future, I will still be at risk of going blind."

After spending a month together, the old man and the young man became much more relaxed in their conversations.

"The purifying power that is given will eventually run out, and it will need to be replenished. It's only a temporary solution, not a permanent one. I already have a better way to deal with it."

Lin Dong his head, indicating that he had not forgotten the matter.

"A better solution?"

The Blind Old Man, or rather Gu Mo, looked at Lin Dong with a puzzled expression.

Even though he can only see a blurry figure with his eyes now, he insists on looking with his eyes because he likes to observe directly with his naked eyes. After a full century, he has finally rediscovered this feeling.

"Hmm, Uncle-Master, take a look at this."

Lin Dong flicked his finger at Gu Mo, and a beam of light shot into Gu Mo's brow. Gu Mo did not dodge and accepted it calmly.

"This isn't the cultivation method for the Desolate Demonic Eyes... no, it's been modified. A large part of it is quite different from the original. You've altered the cultivation method for the Desolate Demonic Eyes?!"

Gu Mo suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Lin Dong with great surprise.

The Desolate Demonic Eyes was created by the Dao Sect ancestor based on the dream of the Great Desolation Stele, combined with his own knowledge. It was Great Master that suppressed a region in Ancient Era.

Those who can correct the Martial Arts Techniques they created must at least be Sect Master who have reached the Samsara Stage, or even top experts who have touched the Reincarnation Stage. They are all beings who have been immersed in the path of martial arts for thousands of years.

Lin Dong is only twenty years old, and his cultivation is still at the Nirvana Stage. How could he possess the ability to correct the Dao Sect's ultimate techniques? Is it possible that someone is born with such knowledge?

"Yes, I think the flaw of the Desolate Demonic Eyes is too great. Not all disciples of the Desolate Hall have Ancient Divine Object to suppress them like I do. To learn it, one must pay the price of blindness."

"Therefore, while practicing those four martial arts this month, I also took the time to improve the Desolate Demonic Eyes, completely eliminating the drawback of eroding my eyes."

Lin Dong smiled slightly and readily accepted.

"... Drain... empty?"

Gu Mo's mind suddenly went blank for a moment, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Um, Martial Uncle Gu Mo, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at Gu Mo, who had suddenly fallen silent, Lin Dong asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing. I need to confirm whether your changes are feasible before I can proceed with the next step."

Gu Mo took a deep breath, and the Desolate Demonic Eyes Revised Edition rapidly circulated in his mind. His thin hands lightly came together, changing hand seals as fast as lightning.

"Buzz!"

As his fingertips continued to move, Gray Light gathered between his brows, and a gray demonic eye filled with extreme ferocity rapidly appeared.

Although the demon's tightly closed eyes had not yet been fully opened, the slightest aura emanating from them caused ripples to spread throughout the surrounding space, enough to indicate just how terrifying an attack was brewing within.

"Desolate Demonic Eyes, disperse!"

As the soft shout fell, the gray demonic eye writhed for a moment before finally disappearing unwillingly between its brows, and the space returned to calm.

"When I used the Desolate Demonic Eyes, no new Yin-Cold Energy continued to erode my eyes. It really is true. You actually succeeded in perfecting the Desolate Demonic Eyes."

Gu Mo opened his eyes with lingering delight, his withered face filled with joy as he stared at Lin Dong as if he had found a treasure.