Zheng Fan sat on the balcony, watching people come and go outside the window, the loneliness in his eyes plain to see.
Sensing its master's sorrow, the Night Dawn Sword trembled gently. The vibration was so slight that even Zheng Fan failed to notice it, but Calumon, who had been lying on the sword, suddenly sprang up.
"Calumon, what's wrong?" Zheng Fan stroked Calumon's head, and two beams of divine light shot from his eyes.
For cultivators of the Primordial Wilderness era, the eyes held greater power than divine sense. Visual prowess fell into three tiers: the Heavenly Eye, which gazed across past and present; the Earthly Eye, which observed the heavens and surveyed the earth; and the Spirit Eye, which discerned people and things. Although they seemed less useful in battle than abilities like the Sharingan, even the Spirit Eye required at least Spirit Realm cultivation before one could begin training it. To affect a Spirit Realm expert in battle, however, one needed at least a Nine-Tomoe Stage Blood Wheel Eye. Other ocular techniques faced the same awkward problem: the returns simply did not justify the investment.
Across the myriad heavens and worlds, only the Far-Pupil Immortal had managed to use his eyes to assist him in battle. Yet the Far-Pupil Immortal's true form was Pangu's Heavenly Eye. His achievement was impossible to replicate.
With his current cultivation, Zheng Fan had only barely begun mastering the Spirit Eye. In the mortal world, however, its abilities were already close to omnipotent. Although it seemed to lack combat power, if Zheng Fan circulated his power at full strength, he could destroy every electronic device humanity possessed with his gaze alone. It was like the expression people always used to describe powerful figures: one glare, and you were dead.
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