The speculation began immediately, spreading through the crowd like fire through dry straw.
Groups gathered, debated, and formed theories. Yet no one imagined that all the commotion originated from nothing more than an ordinary-looking courtyard occupied by a young man with violet eyes whom many already considered a legend in the making.
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Inside the residence, the spiritual whirlpool grew larger and larger, a vortex of light spinning with hypnotic beauty. Streams of Qi flowed directly into Kyrian's eyes, vanishing into his violet pupils like water swallowed by a bottomless abyss.
It was a spectacle that any cultivator would have considered impossible, absorbing Qi through the eyes without the mediation of the traditional meridians.
Once inside, the energy traveled through the countless channels within his eyes, an intricate system. Every fragment of Qi was refined countless times, passing through successive layers of purification.
