Chapter – 82
If the Eyes Have No Boundaries, the Heart Has None Either
A beam of light rose from the inn, piercing the nine heavens and shooting beyond the firmament.
At this moment, every expert inside Qingyun Great Stronghold was alarmed by it — especially by the terrifying aura released from the place where the light originated.
“Is someone receiving an empowerment? How could it be so careless?” a strong cultivator guessed while staring at the light.
No wonder they thought so.
Such a heaven-piercing radiance could only be produced when the will of the Xuanhuang Great World descended during an initiation. Yet receiving that initiation was the most important event in a human’s life.
People would normally bathe, burn incense, worship the Sacred Emperor, choose a safe location, and be guarded by clan experts before accepting it.
“Who could cause such momentum during initiation?”
“Could it be a genius from a great tribe?”
“If it really is initiation, this spectacle will attract countless observers — even the foreign races may come looking.”
Aside from initiation, no one believed merely opening acupoints could produce such power. And an initiation of this magnitude must belong to a genius of a great tribe.
The foreign races had always hated human geniuses — they were humanity’s hope. Some infiltrated alien experts lived among humans specifically to hunt such talents.
Such a shocking phenomenon would surely attract them. If discovered, they would spare no cost to kill the genius in infancy.
Moreover, this was the beginning of the Ninth Era after the Sacred Emperor’s fall. The hundred races were invading; new alien experts had surely entered the Xuanhuang Continent. Seeing this manifestation of world will, they would rush here immediately.
Far away in Fifth Master’s courtyard, he too was startled while drinking tea.
The light came from the inn where Qin Mo stayed.
“Could it be him?”
Excited, he left at once for the stronghold headquarters.
At the same time, the middle-aged scholar in the stronghold also watched the beam. He had sensed the abnormal spiritual energy earlier but ignored it — he knew who was there.
But when the light pierced heaven and sketched the world, he was shocked.
Because he knew — this was not initiation.
It was merely opening acupoints.
Such phenomena were extremely rare. His mysterious elder brother once said certain peerless geniuses triggered heaven-shaking visions when opening their apertures.
Yet such signs were also envied by heaven — not jealousy, but trial.
If the genius could not survive this tribulation, he was unworthy of greater blessings.
“Seal the city gates! Qingyun Guards — highest alert! Kill any approaching foreign race on sight!” the scholar ordered, now filled with killing intent.
“Protect the human genius!”
Not only the secret guards — all human experts in Qingyun moved.
Humans would protect their geniuses at all costs. No law demanded it; every human understood it instinctively.
A human genius who grew strong would become the shield beyond the heavens and the sword that drinks alien blood.
Today’s desperate protection was tomorrow’s protection for all humanity.
Tribes and warriors gathered outside the inn, meditating in formation. Anyone wishing to approach would first have to step over their corpses.
Fifth Master arrived too, watching the beam firmly.
The scholar stayed behind directing defenses while the Qingyun Guards patrolled the city.
Shan Xiong immediately knew who caused the phenomenon — he lived next door.
He stood before Qin Mo’s door, giant axe ready.
Anyone approaching — human or alien — would face it.
The phenomenon illuminated a hundred thousand miles.
All tribes saw it. Even distant ones prayed silently.
Each generation of Sacred Emperor rose amidst bloodshed, accompanied by rising human geniuses — future kings, emperors, or perhaps the Ninth Sacred Emperor.
Humanity would not allow a genius to be slain under their watch.
Far beyond, in the heavens, a massive war raged between humans and corpse-race.
Suddenly the light illuminated the battlefield.
“A genius of our race is born!” human warriors roared, morale surging.
“I am your shield, guarding you for eternity!” the commander charged the enemy leader.
“I am your sword, helping you drink alien blood!” millions of warriors followed.
They fought knowing the genius might become Humanity’s future emperor.
Aliens also realized it.
“Break the gate! Sacrifice the human genius’ blood for our return!” their commander shouted.
“Kill!” the corpse race went mad.
Qin Mo knew none of this.
His soul ascended with the light, overlooking the world.
He could not see the horizon — the continent was vast — yet he saw much.
Around the continent lay a honeycomb-like barrier; its depressions were the guarded gates. Each was a battlefield.
The stars above were alien territories — every shining star meant danger.
The world was dim, wounded.
But humanity’s will to fight burned.
Not because they wished to fight — but because they must.
Then a majestic voice sounded in his mind:
“Your eighty-one apertures are complete. Minor perfection. Will you accept initiation?”
Instinctively he almost agreed.
But another voice — the Prison — awakened him.
He thought of his path.
He could now receive the Sacred Emperor’s blessing — granted since Pangu transformed into the Xuanhuang World.
“I refuse,” Qin Mo answered simply.
His path did not end here.
He sought greater strength — the human limit: one hundred and eight apertures.
The world will withdrew, yet his soul remained in the sky.
This too was opportunity — to see the vast world and endless stars.
Vision determines the heart.
How far the eyes see determines what the heart can bear.
If the eyes have no boundaries, the heart has none.
