Immortal Pupils while some refers it as Heavenly Eyes. Anyone who are born with an Immortal Pupils are all geniuses in their own rights.
Similar to those who are born with a special constitution or those who posess a special soul affinity, their resonance with the affinity of their pupils will be out of this world.
Celestial Sword Pupils, resonance with the sword Dao.
Timeless Fate Pupils, capable of seeing the flows of the river of time and the intricate strings of fate.
Sovereign's Ascension Pupils, a pupils gifted to those who are destined to rule over an empir. Born with affinity with dragon aura and dragon Qi.
These pupils barely scratched the surface. There are many more out there.
Each more powerful than the last.
Some pupils are passed down through bloodlines, some are passed down through fate and karma and some will choose their next vessel.
However, amongst all of these Immortal Pupils, there is one pupils that stood above the rest.
The Truth Pupils of the Truth Hegemon.
Any descendants of the Truth Hegemon are born with the ability to sees through the flow of time and space, the movements of the cyle of reincarnation, the intricate strings of fate and karma, the aura of luck an destiny and even the laws of the heavens and earth.
But there is one exception.
A mutation of the Truth Pupils.
The Truth Hegemon has an intricate system of clans and families. Each possessing one abilities that had been mentioned.
For example, those who are born into the Spatial Truth pupils posess more affinity with the Dao of space while those who are born with the Fate Truth Pupils are capable of seeing the timeline.
It can be said, because these pupils of theirs, the Truth Hegemon was able to stands on equal alongside the other hegemons despite being passive and neutral.
The mutated Truth Pupils on the other hand, gives the users access to these abilities.
Much like other pupils, the pupils are extremely resilient. It can be said that nothing in this world is as resilient as the pupils that only appears once in a billion years.
The moment Bai Lin's fingers struck his eye, despite the blazing fire enveloping his entire head, only his blindfold was burnt to ashes. As for his eye or face, not even a scratch can be seen.
"An Immortal Pupils." Bai Lin muttered in shocked, sensing the laws that are resonating within Liu Yang's eyes.
Liu Yang's eyes are like a molten gold, shimmering in a mysterious light with threads that weaves of the secret of the cosmos and all creation pulsing within his iris. However, Bai Lin recognise those lights instantly.
So different but so familiar.
Each Immortal Pupils are unique in their own way.
However, those pair of eyes are different. Different than the ones he had seen in the past.
Those lights are the effects from the resonance of the laws of the heavens and earth.
"What's the matter? Surprised?"
Seeing his reaction, the golden eyed youth tilted his head with a lazy smile, the corner of his lips curls in amusement as he spoke with a silky and sultry voice, "Brother Bai, if you gave me the fire spiritual stone.... then I won't mind if your children in the future inherit my eyes."
Bai Lin's eyes distorted into a mixed of disgust and disdain.
Swoosh
The sword in Bai Lin's hand flew, aiming for Liu Yang's eyes.
Liu Yang's fist came fast. Shoulder twist, fist flying.
His fist clashed with the flying sword.
The ringing of metal resounded.
The sword splits into six coloured lights.
Liu Yang's fist shot forth, striking each swords that came to his direction.
With each strike, each swords are sent flying.
Bai Lin's fingers formed a hand sign.
The six swords shot forth.
[ Six Lights Sword Formation ]
Seeing the incoming sword, Liu Yang's figure flickered as he dashed forward.
Liu Yang swept his arm, breaking the formation before it could take form.
His fist raised high.
His fist shot down.
Boom!
Bai Lin clenched all five of his fingers, thrusting his fist to meet his.
Their fists connected.
The shockwave propelled them backward.
The sword returned to Bai Lin's grasp as he dashed forward.
Bai Lin's sword aura risen. He slashed his sword down.
A terrifying and chilling sword intent enveloped his sword as it struck down.
Liu Yang's fist flashes forward.
The battle between the two raged on.
Each of Liu Yang's fist carries a powerful might. Each fist caused the roar of dragons to resounded through the chamber of fire.
Meanwhile, Bai Lin's sword strikes carries a swift and precise elegance. Each movements of his sword are like a deadly dance of the freezing winter.
Liu Yang raised his arm, blocking Bai Lin's incoming sword strike. With his other free hand, his fist punched forth.
With every clashes of their fist and sword, everything in their surroundings are destroyed by their shockwave.
So fast
Liu Yang's grin widened as his fist met Bai Lin's sword. Excitement flickering across his golden eyes as he punched at Bai Lin like a maniac.
So heavy
Bai Lin's eyes turns even colder as his sword clashed with Liu Yang's.
[ Dragon Emperor's Fist - Devouring Dragon ]
Liu Yang's arm shot out, transforming into a dragon of blazing gold.
[ Might of the Four Holy Beasts - Azure Dragon's Piercing the East ]
Bai Lin thrusts his sword, transforming into an Azure Dragon.
The golden dragon and azure dragon collided.
This is it!
Liu Yang's grin widened as feels the shockwave of their strikes hitting against his face, blowing his robes and long hair.
I can feel it!
With his other hand clenched into a fist, transforming into a blazing dragon of gold.
Bai Lin thrusted his sword, pushing away his fist before rising his sword to deflect the incoming fist.
Boom!
Their auras risen, yin and yang colliding as their strikes met once again.
More!
More!
Liu Yang's eyes glows in crimson light as his yang essence blazed further.
Liu Yang's fist increase in speed. Bai Lin respond with the same speed.
Their strikes collided, creating sparks everywhere.
Swish!
Liu Yang's fist struck the tip of Bai Lin's sword.
Bai Lin held on.
At this point, both of them are in complete match. None is stronger than the other.
Liu Yang is like a tyrannical dragon. Each of his strike carries heavy might, with the sole purpose of obliterating his opponent. With every fist thrusted, his comprehension in the path of fist increased.
Meanwhile, Bai Lin accept each of Liu Yang's strike with a cold elegance. Each fist, each kicks and strikes he either blocked or parry with his sword.
With sword in hand, he looks no different than a sword immortal. Elegant and beautiful.
Wach sword strikes are precise and accurate, aiming for his weak spots.
At one time, it was Liu Yang on the offensive, using his robust body to assaults Bai Lin with a tyrannical might.
When this happen, Bai Lin would elegantly met his attacks with his sword.
At one time, it was Bai Lin on the offensive, forcing Liu Yang into a corner with his high sword speed and deadly precision.
When this happens, Liu Yang would laughed in excitement, grin plastering on his face as his fist collided with the tips of Bai Lin's sword.
More!!
A laughter escaped Liu Yang's lips, his body shaking in excitement.
The moment his fist met his sword, both transformed into a dragon. A dragon of gold and a dragon of azure collided creating sparks everywhere.
Then, it happened.
Just a split second.
A spark flew across Liu Yang's fist.
At that moment, his strength gradually increased to an unprecedented level.
Boom!
Bai Lin was pushed a few metres away.
"A fist intent." Bai Lin spoke coldly, realising what Liu Yang had just done, "It was no wonder you haven't used your full strength ever since the start of our match."
He had been used as a testing bag.
Liu Yang chuckled, amusement playing across his eyes as he stared at the white swordmaster.
The truth of the matter is that he had been stucked in trying to comprehend a fist intent for over two lifetimes. It can't be helped.
The Dragon Emperor's talent in the fist Dao was particularly bad.
After their fusion, he had inherited the comprehensions of the dragon emperor and have been relying on them for his cultivation.
Luckily, his comprehension ability is simply out of this world. Added with his Primordial Truth Pupils, his comprehensions have possibly surpassed that of the Dragon Emperor's when he was his age.
"If I had used my full strength against you, I'm afraid things would have had been too boring." Liu Yang spoke lazily.
The youth's figure suddenly vanished.
Liu Yang appeared right behind him, leaning forward to whispers into his ears.
"After all, it is hard to find a beauty I can dance with." The golden eyed youth leaned his body, whispering right into the sword master's ears.
A flash of gold descended from above—a blur too fast to track.
Bai Lin's instinct flared. His body moved before thought, steel rasping free in a desperate arc. Their essence clashing in complete balance.
Clang!
Sparks scattered like fireflies as Liu Yang's sabre collided with his sword. The impact sent a thunderous tremor through the air.
Bai Lin staggered half a step back. The ground beneath him groaned, fissures spiderwebbing outward as if the earth itself recoiled from the force. Dust billowed in thin clouds around their feet.
Liu Yang did not relent. He pushed forward, sabre grinding against Bai Lin's sword, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips with a playful light playing within his eyes.
"Still standing?" he said, voice low and edged. "Impressive."
Bai Lin gritted his teeth. His arms trembled under the weight of the blow—not from fear, but from the sheer pressure bearing down on him. Liu Yang's physical body is simply tyrannically strong. On par with experts realms above him.
Twisting his blade, Bai Lin angled the force off to the side, slipping free of the deadlock. He spun low, kicking up a gust of dust as he slashed at Liu Yang's exposed flank with precise elegance.
But Liu Yang was faster. The sabre whipped up again, intercepting Bai Lin's strike with a flick that sent vibrations singing down both their blades.
Clang!
Their blades collided.
Both in a standstill.
Suddenly Bai Lin released his grips on the sword and performed a hand signs.
Liu Yang panicked.
The sword trembled, exploding into hundreds of swords.
Each and every swords rushed towards him, each radiating a light that carries six different elements.
The sword enveloped his body.
Each blade gleamed with light, and each light bore the essence of a different element. Flames danced along crimson steel. Scorching crimson fire, serene azure light, brilliant sharp silver, a freezing white flashes and mighty golden light.
Together, they formed a brilliant, chaotic storm—six elements in perfect discord, each clashing yet flowing in harmony.
And yet, Liu Yang stood still, letting all the swords to strike his body.
[ Sabre of Scorching Summer - Blistering Sun ]
Amidst the waves of swords, Liu Yang's sabre glows in golden light as it slashed down.
His sabre transformed into a scorching sun, melting all the swords in an instant.
The pristine white sword was thrown. It halted only a few inches away from Bai Lin's beck before flying down into his gasp.
Bai Lin stood still, bang covering his eyes.
"That technique, from whom did you learn it?"
Liu Yang grin playfully, tilting his head.
"There were once a sword genius who had fell for a woman. In order to gain the woman's favour, he had created a dance, a sword dance that took inspiration from the ever changing seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter."
"The sword dance was beautiful, extremely beautiful. So beautiful that the dance was. capable to creates the heavenly manifestation of the four seasons."
"However, the dance was at the end of the day, a dance. Many looked down upon his sword dance, saying that a beautiful sword dance would be useless in a fight."
"But that man doesn't care. Why should he when the love of his life have fallen for him thanks to this sword dance."
"Sadly, tragedy struck. Something had happened that separated the two of them and the man became obsessed with becoming stronger. All in the hope of one day being able to save her."
"He traveled the world, seeking ways to improve his cultivation. It was during his journey that he had strucked an inspiration."
"An inspiration to transformed his sword dance into a terrifying sword style."
"Shut up."
Liu Yang didn't gets to finish his story when Bai Lin's sword descent upon him.
[ Fourr Seasons Metamorphosing Sword Styles - Scorching Summer ]