Part 2 :

Wang Tian faced Jing Yu, his eyes sharp. "Jing Yu, I did not come here for pleasantries. My injuries from the battle with the Empyrean ancestors are grave. I need all the divine medicines the sect possesses to heal."

Jing Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, understanding the gravity of the request. The divine medicines were the most precious treasures of the sect, capable of healing even the most severe of wounds and enhancing one’s cultivation. They were reserved for the most critical of situations and the most worthy of individuals.

Jing Yu was well aware that Wang Tian was no ordinary cultivator. To the masses, he was regarded as the number one cultivator at this moment. If they refused his request, the consequences could be dire. The destruction of the sect would be inevitable.

"It shall be done," Jing Yu said after a moment, his voice firm. He turned and transmitted a voice message to one of the elders. "Bring forth all the divine medicines from the treasury. This order is not one to be questioned."

The elder, hearing the voice transmission, moved swiftly, his obedience unquestioning.

Jing Yu’s expression remained composed as, after a moment of contemplation, he asked Wang Tian. “Esteemed Lord, there have been rumors circulating that you possess the Samsara Pearl. Is there any truth to them?”

Wang Tian met Jing Yu’s gaze steadily. “Indeed, I possess the Samsara Pearl.”

Since the whole world knew that he possessed the Samsara Pearl. There was no need to hide it now. A subtle shift in Jing Yu’s demeanor indicated that he had expected this answer. He continued, “I have come across ancient texts that describe the Samsara Pearl’s powers. It is said that activating the pearl allows one to return to a previous time, but the method to awaken it requires the complete eradication of both body and soul. If you by any chance go back in time, I have a request.”

In Wang Tian's consciousness:

Just as Jing Yu said these lines, Wang Tian’s origin soul gaze grew intense as he extended his consciousness, sweeping across the entire Heavenly Sword Sect with practiced ease. His mind dove into the sect’s records, searching for the information Jing Yu had mentioned. In an instant, a book materialized in his mind—its title was "The History of Eight Heavenly Profound Treasures." His origin soul quickly flipped through its pages and found the section confirming Jing Yu’s account. The methods described for activating the Samsara Pearl were indeed as daunting as Jing Yu had stated.

Back in real time:

Wang Tian raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Jing Yu’s seriousness.

Jing Yu’s voice took on a somber tone. “If you do return to the past, I request that you replace someone's eyes with mine, different from the eyes from which I cannot see the world as it is.

Jing Yu continued, "There were moments—rare and fleeting—when I longed to see the world as it truly was. For most of my life, my vision had been shrouded in darkness. Even with my origin consciousness, I could only perceive life in shades of black and white. I had never experienced the vibrant colors of reality- the vivid hues that made life rich and full. I yearn to witness that, to see the true spectrum of existence instead of the stark shadows that have defined my view.”

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As Jing Yu finished speaking, a heavy silence settled in the room, his unspoken wish lingering in the air. For a moment, he seemed less like a formidable cultivator and more like a man who had spent his life yearning for something as simple, yet as elusive, as the full, vivid reality of the world.

Wang Tian looked at Jing Yu, his expression unreadable. “But why have you not changed your eyes yourself? And why should I do this task?”

Before Jing Yu could reply, an elder from the Heavenly Sword Sect entered, carrying a storage ring. He handed it to Jing Yu with a respectful nod, then quickly fled from that place. Jing Yu accepted the ring and turned to Wang Tian, his expression serious.

“The day I started my cultivation, I sensed that my eyes had fused with my soul. Replacing them with another eye would be akin to self-destruction. I would not survive the process,” Jing Yu explained. “As such, I want you to transplant a good eye into me before I start cultivating. That is when I was just a mortal.”

Jing Yu gestured towards the storage ring, now in his possession. “This ring contains all the divine medicines and resources of the Heavenly Sword Sect. If you refuse to assist me, I will have no choice but to destroy it.” His tone hardened, a clear threat of the consequences.

Wang Tian’s gaze darkened, his voice low and menacing. “Jing Yu, you are either a fool or remarkably brave to threaten an Empyrean, especially the strongest among them. If you do not surrender the spatial ring immediately, I will annihilate every single living being within the Heavenly Sword Sect.”

Jing Yu’s composure faltered for a brief moment, his eyes widening as the weight of Wang Tian’s threat settled in. The reality of Wang Tian’s power was undeniable, and the threat was not one to be taken lightly. However, Jing Yu’s resolve remained firm. He straightened his posture, his expression resolute.

“Honored Lord,” he started, his voice firm despite the underlying tension, “if you want the spatial ring, you must first give me your Dao oath. You must promise to assist me. Otherwise, even if you kill me and obliterate my sect, I will destroy the ring first. And above all, you must vow not to harm my younger self when you travel back in time.”

Wang Tian’s eyes narrowed as he contemplated Jing Yu’s demands. The insistence in Jing Yu’s voice left no room for doubt—noncompliance would bring in his retaliation. The tension in the room was palpable as Wang Tian carefully weighed his options.

It was painfully clear to Wang Tian that Jing Yu was forcing his hand. The divine medicines he desperately needed were too valuable to forfeit. With numerous enemies lying in wait, ready to strike, time was not on his side. Without the medicines, his wounds would soon become fatal. Wang Tian realized that his threats held no sway over Jing Yu, whose resolve was unyielding and whose warnings could not be dismissed lightly.

With a resigned sigh, Wang Tian reluctantly accepted his condition. He lifted his hand, ready to take the oath. “So be it,” he said, his tone icy. “I, Wang Tian, swear on my Dao that if I travel back in time, I will help Jing Yu experience the world through another’s eyes. I also pledge not to harm his younger self, provided he does not harm me first.”

As Wang Tian finished the oath, a brief look of relief crossed Jing Yu’s face. He had only dared to take this step because Wang Tian was injured and far from his peak condition; otherwise, even a hundred of him wouldn’t stand a chance against Wang Tian. Jing Yu nodded and quickly handed over the spatial ring, and the tension in the room started to dissipate.

Jing Yu looked at Wang Tian with a mix of gratitude and wariness. “Thank you for your cooperation, Esteemed Lord. I trust you will uphold your vows.”

Wang Tian’s expression remained impassive. “We shall see,” he replied tersely.

“At least, show me the eyes that have fused with your soul. I wish to see what such eyes look like, especially since I have never heard of this eye.”

Jing Yu took a deep breath, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he removed the cloth that had concealed his eyes. As the cloth fell away, the true nature of Jing Yu’s eyes was revealed.

Wang Tian’s breath caught in his throat. Before him were eyes unlike any he had ever seen—crystalline orbs that seemed to shimmer with an inner light, reflecting the vastness of the cosmos. The pupils were an otherworldly shade of deep indigo, flecked with motes of silver that resembled stars in a night sky. It was clear that these were no ordinary eyes; they possessed an ethereal quality.

Wang Tian’s eyes widened in shock. He recognized the eyes immediately—they were the legendary Heavenly God’s Eyes, a talent so rare and said to be capable of perceiving hidden truths and unraveling the very fabric of reality. The revelation was staggering. He had not expected to encounter such a precious talent.

'Too bad; it is useless for the current me.'

With a final, lingering look at the Heavenly God’s Eyes, Wang tian said, “Since I have gotten the spatial ring, I will go now.'

As he walked away, Wang Tian’s lips curled into a faint, sinister smile—a gesture that went unnoticed by Jing Yu.

Jing Yu sensed him go, his mind racing with the implications of the impending changes. The path ahead will be fraught with uncertainty, but for now, the immediate threat to the Heavenly Sword Sect had been averted.