Two months after his breakthrough to Spiritual Awakening, Luo Chen experienced a strange phenomenon during meditation.
He was alone in the section of the library designated for his private use, deep in concentration on the Space Law. He had been attempting to expand his understanding of spatial manipulation beyond mere folding and compression. His goal was to achieve what the old texts called "spatial anchoring"—the ability to mark a location in space and return to it instantaneously from any distance.
As he meditated, the familiar warmth of his dantian intensified. But this time, it didn't originate from the spiral of space and time he had created. Instead, it came from the area between his eyebrows, in a location that the old texts referred to as the "third eye" or the "seat of spiritual sight."
The warmth became a burning sensation.
Luo Chen gasped, clutching at his forehead as his vision suddenly blurred. The normal physical world faded away, replaced by something entirely different.
He could see qi.
Not just as a subtle shimmer or a vague sense, but as brilliant streams of light flowing through the world. The library around him was filled with glowing formations, intricate patterns of power that had been carved into the stone. The cultivation manual he had been reading glowed with a golden light, each character containing layers of meaning that he could now perceive directly—concepts and principles that had been encoded into the written language itself by ancient masters.
But most importantly, he could see space itself.
The normal three-dimensional space that humans perceived was revealed to be only a thin surface of something far more complex. Beneath it, or perhaps perpendicular to it, higher dimensions that the untrained eye could never perceive were visible—realms of space that contained impossible geometries and connections. Lines of force flowed through these higher dimensions, connecting distant points in normal space and creating pathways through reality itself.
When he looked at the location where his dantian was, he saw the spiral of space and time rotating in perfect synchronization. But he also saw something else—a vast eye opening in the space above his dantian, watching the rotation with infinite intelligence.
The eye was ancient beyond measure. It had witnessed the birth and death of worlds. It had seen the rise and fall of countless civilizations. It had observed the slow turning of ages and the rise and fall of great powers. And it was somehow connected to Luo Chen, as if it had been waiting for him to awaken it.
A voice resonated through his mind, not in words but in pure meaning that his consciousness translated into language:
You have finally awakened the Celestial Eye. This is the organ of perception through which the First Immortal perceived reality. With it, you can see the true nature of laws, the hidden structure of space and time, and the threads of causality that bind all things together. But beware—the more you use this eye, the more you will perceive, until eventually you will see things that mortals were never meant to perceive. Use it wisely, or knowledge itself will drive you to madness.
The vision faded gradually, and Luo Chen found himself back in the library, his eyes tightly shut. When he opened them, the world appeared normal once more. But he knew that something fundamental had changed. He could still feel the Celestial Eye present in his consciousness, dormant but active, ready to be accessed whenever he needed to perceive the deeper layers of reality.
He sat in stunned silence for a long time, processing what had just happened. The Celestial Eye was not something he had cultivated directly—it had awakened on its own as his cultivation progressed. The implications were staggering. If the Celestial Eye was a natural result of dual law cultivation, then presumably the First Immortal had possessed it as well. And if that was the case, then Luo Chen was beginning to walk the same path as the legendary cultivator from five thousand years ago.