Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 75 The Asura's Eye Left Behind by Huo Yuhao
After walking through a long, mural-lined corridor that seemed to transport them through history from ten thousand years ago, Leng Yaozhu led Lu Jun to a simple, unadorned bronze door.

The door slid open silently.

Behind the door was a small, circular stone chamber.

There were no superfluous decorations in the center of the stone chamber, only a base that emitted a soft silver light.

Above the base, suspended... an eye.

A gigantic eye formed from pure spiritual energy!
It has a deep gold color, its pupils are closed, and its long eyelashes are almost tangible.

Simply by hovering there quietly, it exuded a vast and tangible spiritual pressure.

The entire space of the stone chamber seemed to be slightly distorted by this spiritual power.

The moment Lu Jun's gaze met that eye, he felt an indescribable mental pressure bearing down on him, as if his entire soul was about to be seen through and frozen.

His soul power instantly began to circulate on its own, and the Ice Abyss Sword Martial Soul emitted a vigilant buzzing sound in his sea of ​​consciousness, barely managing to resist the oppressive force.

"This is……"

Lu Jun's voice had a slightly dry quality that was barely perceptible.

“That’s right, this is one of the most precious treasures left to us by our ancestor Huo Yuhao.” Leng Yaozhu’s voice was full of awe as she pointed to the huge golden eye. “It is called the ‘Eye of Asura’.”

Lu Jun's heart skipped a beat.

Isn't this the Asura Eye, the evolved form of Huo Yuhao's Spirit Eye Martial Soul?

They actually stayed here?
Then wouldn't he himself be...?

Leng Yaozhu said:

"Legend has it that this is the third eye that Huo Yuhao's ancestor combined with his spiritual power and some kind of divine power during his long cultivation and battles, and finally refined into a divine artifact."

"Before his ancestor disappeared, he separated this eye, which contained the essence of his life's spiritual power and a part of his divine origin, and left it here, making it a true divine artifact."

Her tone was filled with immense pride and gratitude:

"It is one of the best gifts left to us, the descendants of the spirit transmission tower, by our ancestors."

"Its only purpose is to offer blessings and enlightenment."

"Only core members with exceptional talent and significant contributions to the Spirit Pagoda are qualified to come here and receive its baptism."

“When it opens its eyes and looks at you…” Leng Yaozhu looked at Lu Jun with anticipation in her eyes, “it will release corresponding mental pressure and spiritual source baptism according to the strength, potential and mental strength of the person being looked at.”

"By withstanding this pressure, one can obtain a tremendous tempering and leapfrog improvement in mental strength, a shortcut that no other cultivation method can match!"

"Therefore, this is the result of many days of discussion by the Tower Master, along with the many branch Tower Masters and Deputy Tower Masters."

"Everyone agrees to let you be baptized."

Leng Yaozhu looked at Lu Jun, who was somewhat dazed, and asked softly:

"Are you ready?"

Lu Jun took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and nodded vigorously:
"Ready."

At Leng Yaozhu's prompting, Lu Jun walked to the center of the stone chamber and stood directly below the suspended Asura Eye.

The moment he stood still, something unexpected happened.

An unprecedented and intense tremor erupted from the depths of his spiritual sea, and the dormant Ice Abyss Sword, as if it had smelled an unparalleled delicacy, began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

An extremely eager and greedy thought was transmitted through Lu Jun's spiritual power, aiming directly at the Asura Eye above, which was radiating vast spiritual energy.

"Are you crazy? You dare to smoke that? I can't afford the consequences!"

Lu Jun was greatly alarmed and tried to suppress the Ice Abyss Sword's unusual movements, but found it to be completely futile. The Ice Abyss Sword was like an ancient ferocious beast that had been awakened, filled with an instinctive desire to devour those golden eyes.

At the same time, Leng Yaozhu stood at the edge of the stone chamber, her hands forming an ancient and mysterious hand seal, and she chanted obscure syllables.

Her spiritual power acted like a fuse, gently touching the suspended Asura Eye.

The entire stone chamber seemed to tremble slightly.

Under Leng Yaozhu's guidance, that huge, tightly closed golden eye slowly... opened.

An indescribable, terrifying mental pressure, like a tangible tsunami, instantly filled the entire stone chamber. The golden pupils, as deep as black holes in the universe, carried a cold will that pierced through the soul and judged everything, instantly locking onto Lu Jun below.

Lu Jun felt as if an invisible mountain of spirit had crashed down upon him, as if his soul had been thrown into a meat grinder. The intense stinging pain and irresistible pressure made him groan instantly, and his body involuntarily bent slightly.

My consciousness was churning and on the verge of bursting.

And at the very moment this terrifying pressure descended.

A clear, resonant sword cry, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, suddenly erupted from Lu Jun's body.

The Ice Abyss Sword, which had been restless in the sea of ​​consciousness, could no longer be restrained.

It transformed into a streak of dark blue light, instantly breaking through Lu Jun's mental barrier and manifesting itself in front of him.

The ancient sword trembled violently, emanating an equally ancient, equally domineering, and even slightly chilling sword intent that rivaled the Eye of Asura.

It wasn't attacking, but rather... frantically absorbing.

Lu Jun was horrified to discover that the tip of the Ice Abyss Sword seemed to have formed an invisible vortex.

The vast and pure spiritual power of the Asura's Eye was fatally attracted, transforming into strands of visible golden light, which were forcibly torn apart, devoured, and absorbed by the Ice Abyss Sword.

The Ice Abyss Sword was like a bottomless pit, greedily absorbing the spiritual essence of this divine artifact.

Lu Jun himself was enduring the dual impact of the Ice Abyss Sword resisting its oppressive force and its frenzied devouring.

On one hand, the sword intent of the Ice Abyss Sword helped him share most of the direct mental pressure from the Eye of Asura.

On the other hand, the Ice Abyss Sword's domineering devouring behavior also caused streams of pure spiritual energy, filtered or overflowing from it, to wash over and nourish Lu Jun's soul and spiritual sea like sweet rain.

This feeling is extremely contradictory, with pain and pleasure coexisting, destruction and rebirth intertwined.

Lu Jun's spiritual power is expanding, condensing, and sublimating at an unprecedented speed within this peculiar crevice.

At the edge of the stone chamber, Leng Yaozhu looked at the scene before her that was completely beyond her expectations, and for the first time, her beautiful face revealed undisguised shock and bewilderment.

This...this is completely different from the process by which these high-ranking officials receive blessings!

Even Leng Yaozhu was seeing this situation for the first time.

The Ice Abyss Sword greedily devoured energy, like a gluttonous beast facing a rare delicacy, without any restraint.

Surprisingly, the Asura Eye, which symbolized the supreme spiritual power of Huo Yuhao's ancestor, did not show any resistance or anger in the face of this almost predatory act.

It remained suspended calmly, the Eye of Asura silently observing everything that happened below, like a tolerant elder allowing the younger generation to use the power he had left behind.

However, as the energy rapidly dissipated, the dazzling golden light that the Asura's Eye originally emitted faded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming like a dusty gemstone.

The humming sound of the Ice Abyss Sword grew higher and clearer, as if carrying boundless joy and satisfaction.

The ancient patterns on the sword seemed to come alive, flowing with a dark blue halo, and an even more ancient, profound, and domineering chill emanated from the depths of the sword.

The edge of the sword seemed to have become even sharper.

The Ice Abyss Sword is undergoing a transformation. After gaining energy, it seems to finally take on the appearance of a divine weapon.

(End of this chapter)