In a cabin with a hole in the roof, a young man dressed in a worn light blue uniform lay on a bed made of straw, stained with blood.
The young man's eyes wouldn't stop leaking a red liquid; his eye sockets were destroyed. Slowly raising his head, and seeing nothing but emptiness, he clenched his fists.
'Why? All I did was sleep! Why the hell did lightning strike my eyes? And why am I still alive?'
Yan Yang had never thought in his life that he would be so unlucky.
Earlier this morning, he had been suddenly awakened by a thunderclap so loud it lit up the entire darkness, nearly stopping his heart in fright.
And to make things worse, a second later, lightning struck his cabin, piercing through the banana-leaf roof and hitting his eyes directly, causing him to lose consciousness instantly.
Regaining it at that moment, Yan Yang was grinding his teeth. The worst thing anyone could wish for in this world is to lose their sight.
Because danger is always lurking, from both beasts and people. A blind person is, most of the time, easy prey. Those who are not are cultivators of absolute strength, with super-enhanced senses.
"This is nowhere near my case!" he exclaimed, tightening his fingers even more, which began digging into his palms, scratching his skin and piercing his flesh.
Feeling pain, he stopped squeezing, not wanting to hurt himself even more.
'What do I do? If anyone finds out about my condition, I'll be expelled. If that happens, where will I go? How will I live my life without seeing?'
He was screwed in every possible way. His future life was bleak.
Knowing this, Yan Yang wanted to shed tears, but he couldn't—he had no eye sockets. Making him cry only in his thoughts.
Some time later, after silently releasing his frustration, he stopped and decided to restore his condition at any cost. He would rather die trying to find a solution than die a worse death out there.
'Use the spiritual power to force your eyes open! If it fails, it fails!'
Throwing caution to the wind without caring about the consequences, he sat cross-legged on the bed.
And he began to regulate his breathing, starting with slow inhales, then switching to rapid ones, and then back again, to find the perfect rhythm.
Once achieved, the changes came instantly.
He felt his body in harmony with heaven and earth, giving him a sense of closeness to the environment. At the same time, he felt particles around him, something essential for cultivators.
They exist everywhere in heaven and earth. They can have various types due to the transmutation of elements, but always serve the same purpose for cultivators, who use them to transcend limits.
The first step to beginning transcendence is to open the twelve spiritual opening points scattered throughout the body.
Yan Yang, who had already opened three openings, wanted to take the risk of opening the one in his eyes.
Without hesitation, he absorbed the particles slowly, one per minute, which penetrated his pores like ants, then traveled upward through his body, directly into the empty holes that were his eye sockets.
One hour and forty minutes later, he had gathered one hundred small threads of spiritual power.
"That's enough," he murmured, dissatisfied, mostly with the time it had taken. But he didn't focus too much on it, because what he lacked was time.
Taking a deep breath, he began the madness. Fusing all the spiritual power into his ocular region.
"Aaaaaaaa!"
He screamed the moment he began, feeling extreme agony, as if a part of him were being eaten by ravenous ants. It was painful, making him want to go back on his decision.
'No! I can't stop! My future depends on this!'
"Hang in there!" Yan Yang clenched his jaw, shutting down any possibility of screaming again.
Holding on solely with his will, he felt light bursts of lightning emanating from his ocular region, merging with the spiritual power, increasing the difficulty a hundredfold.
'Why am I so unlucky? Why does everything go wrong for me?'
He thought. Unable to endure it any longer, he lost consciousness.
...
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Yang woke up.
"I survived again? And why do I see darkness?"
He realized he wasn't seeing emptiness, but an expanse of infinite black darkness.
"Could it be that my vision has returned?"
This cheered Yan Yang, his heart racing. To confirm, he tried opening his eyes. Feeling a familiar sensation, he saw that he could.
"I did it!" he shouted excitedly, opening his new pupils fully, seeing above him a cloudless sky, with a scorching sun that nearly blinded him again.
Closing his eyes instantly, he looked down, and upon reopening them, saw blood decorating his makeshift bed.
'How I survived is a mystery.'
Yan Yang had no idea how this was possible. His only hypothesis was that lightning, which was unusual. He hadn't seen it clearly but remembered a golden blur before losing consciousness.
'What was that?' He had no idea, feeling slightly bewildered.
While thinking about it, he felt an itch in his eyes, and his sockets spun endlessly, making his entire world turn.
"What's happening?" he was stunned, and before he could say more, floating letters appeared before his eyes.
[Golden Dragon Vein]
"Huh? What is a Golden Dragon Vein?"
Asking himself this question, Yan Yang put his hand on his head. This wasn't important now; what mattered was that he was seeing floating letters, which for some reason changed again.
[A Golden Dragon Vein is a divine transmutation of normal lightning, taking the form of a Dragon]
"..."
Yan Yang felt that whatever he imagined, this thing answered.
[100% Correct]
"How is this possible?" At that moment, he felt as if he were dreaming. Nothing made sense enough to be real.
[You have obtained the Sky Eye! You can foresee the script of your life.]
Reading this, Yan Yang rubbed his eyes, finding it hard to believe. His life had taken a strange turn. Making him wonder if that lightning—or whatever it was—hit him on purpose.
[No, it was by chance. To escape several cultivators, it flew far away, ending up in a lonely place with a poorly built cabin.]
"..."
Yan Yang felt ignored by this thing. And at the same time, he wanted to find out who the cultivators were.
[This is not in your current life script.]
'Damn! This is weird, everything I think has an answer? This last one is impossible to answer because I never contacted the cultivators. If I meet one of them, will it be in my script? Is that how it works?'
[Yes! The Sky Eye can foresee everything, as long as there is karma with the host. The cultivators may have karma with the Golden Dragon Vein, but not you. But if they discover your existence, they will immediately come into conflict with them.]
'Literally a script where I am the main character. This is interesting.'