Chapter 148: Gold-Tier Secondary Awakening! Double Pupils Evolve to Triple Pupils
High above the towering peaks of the Body Sect, a massive purple-gold soul power vortex churned with increasing violence. The heaven and earth elemental energy within a radius of several miles seemed caught in the grip of an invisible, tyrannical hand. It surged like a massive ocean tide, funneling relentlessly toward the courtyard where Liu Yuan resided.
Du Busi hovered in mid-air. His emerald-green eyes narrowed into sharp slits. His chest heaved, pulling in ragged, rapid breaths. He stared fixedly at the roof below, which had been completely pierced by the blinding purple-gold light. A deep thrumming echoed in his chest. This was a bloodline connection so deep that it made even him, a Level 98 Super Douluo, feel a faint tremor in his very bones.
Du Busi's blood boiled the longer he watched. He knew the terrifying truth of Liu Yuan's foundation. Even before initiating this Secondary Awakening of his Body Martial Soul, the boy's actual combat capability had reached an absurd threshold. Liu Yuan had instantly obliterated a six-ring Evil Soul Master Soul Emperor. He had severely injured Long Aotian, a genius with a Gold-tier Secondary Awakening, with a single, casual punch.
That overwhelming might, built upon the foundation of a hundred-thousand-year red soul ring and the primordial origin of the Double Pupils, had already placed Liu Yuan in an absolute vacuum of invincibility among his peers. No one in his generation could even touch the hem of his robes.
And now, he was at the critical juncture of his Body Martial Soul Secondary Awakening.
"If he truly succeeds..." Du Busi whispered to the wind. A fanatical, burning light flickered in his aged eyes. "With his foundation, once he completes the Secondary Awakening, it will absolutely not be just a simple physical strengthening. It will be a complete leap in his life level."
He clenched his fists. The air around him cracked. Once this evolution finished, Liu Yuan's combat power would likely shatter the boundary between Soul King and Soul Emperor, rocketing straight toward the world of a Soul Sage, or perhaps even higher.
Du Busi felt an unmatched rush of anticipation. The Body Sect had laid dormant for far too many years. Although they claimed to stand at the apex of the current world, the crushing shadow of Elder Mu, that Limit Douluo of Shrek Academy, had always kept them from truly claiming the absolute summit.
But now? Elder Mu was dead. Shrek's greatest pillar had crumbled into dust. And right at this perfect, destined juncture, Liu Yuan was undergoing a qualitative metamorphosis. In Du Busi's eyes, this was nothing less than the will of Heaven itself favoring the Body Sect.
As the celestial phenomenon expanded, painting the clouds in hues of violet and gold, several powerful auras tore through the sky. They descended rapidly around the perimeter of the courtyard.
Elder Chen arrived first, bringing along several senior Elders who had remained behind to guard the sect. They looked up at the massive purple-gold vortex churning in the heavens, their weathered faces slack with absolute shock.
Moments later, the rushing sounds of wind signaled the arrival of Long Aotian, Chen Lu, and a massive tide of Body Sect disciples pushing themselves to top speed.
However, a violent sensation of spatial tearing radiated outward from Liu Yuan's residence. The sheer pressure of the distorted air acted as a physical barrier. The disciples did not dare take another step forward. They were forced to halt at the edge of the martial arts arena, a full hundred meters away from the epicenter.
The moment they steadied their footing, a strange, terrifying aura washed over them. It was not merely a heavy suppression of soul power. It was a primal deterrent striking directly at the depths of their souls. It felt as though a slumbering god was slowly opening its eyes inside that small room.
"Sect Master!" Elder Chen flew up, taking a position just behind Du Busi. His voice was rushed, laced with disbelief. "This aura... could it be that Liu Yuan is actually going to succeed? This fluctuation feels several times more intense than when Aotian awakened!"
Down below, Long Aotian craned his neck, staring fixedly at the tightly closed doors of the residence. His eyes were wide, filled with a complex mixture of shock and burning anticipation. As someone who had personally tasted the crushing weight of Liu Yuan's fists, he knew better than anyone just how monstrous the boy would become once the massive boost of a Secondary Awakening was layered over his already peerless foundation.
Du Busi's heart hammered against his ribs like a war drum, but he forced his facial muscles to relax, maintaining the stoic composure expected of a Sect Master. He gave a slight, measured nod.
"Everything is proceeding smoothly for now," Du Busi declared, his voice carrying enough weight to settle the restless crowd. "His Double Pupils are undergoing a deep fusion with his own bloodline. This celestial phenomenon indicates that the tier of his awakening is exceedingly high. Everyone, quiet down. Do not disturb him. We wait patiently for the final result."
Hearing the Sect Master's absolute command, the disciples swallowed their gasps. The vast area around the martial arts arena plunged into total silence. No one dared to whisper, but their eyes remained glued to the doors, burning with intense curiosity and a desperate need to know.
Every single person present was running the same frantic calculations in their minds. If Liu Yuan truly succeeded, just how massive would his leap in strength be? Would it be an explosive surge in raw soul power, or a terrifying new evolution of his Double Pupils' innate abilities?
Time crawled forward in the suffocating silence. One hour bled into two.
The sun gradually slanted westward, casting long, dramatic shadows across the mountain peaks. Yet, the purple-gold radiance swirling above the courtyard did not weaken in the slightest. Instead, it grew denser, heavier, until it finally condensed into a blinding purple-gold pillar of light that pierced straight through the heavens, as if trying to shatter the sky itself.
Finally, after half a day of agonizing anticipation, the violently churning vortex abruptly stopped. The terrifying, god-like aura that had been pressing down on everyone's heads spiked to an absolute peak in a fraction of a second, and then it vanished. It retracted completely, sucked back into the room like a dying breath.
Click.
The crisp sound of a latch turning echoed with unnatural clarity through the silent afternoon air.
The wooden doors leading to the second-floor balcony of the residence were slowly pushed open. A slender figure stepped out into the fading sunlight, his footfalls steady and unhurried.
Without a word, Liu Yuan lightly tapped his toes against the balcony railing. His figure blurred, launching into the air like a purple-gold wild goose, gliding effortlessly toward the sky where Du Busi and the senior Elders hovered.
Thousands of gazes instantly locked onto Liu Yuan's ascending form.
The disciples held their breath, their eyes darting across his body, desperately searching for the physical markers of his Secondary Awakening.
But within seconds, the collective expression of the crowd shifted. Curiosity melted away, replaced by sheer, unadulterated horror.
They realized that Liu Yuan's iconic Double Pupils had completely changed.
The two originally overlapping pupils within his eyes had split apart and recombined within the bath of purple-gold divine light. They had evolved into three distinct pupils, each radiating a faint, terrifyingly ancient divine glow.
These three pupils were arranged in a perfect triangular formation in the center of his irises. The outer edge of each individual pupil was etched with incredibly complex, microscopic spatial inscriptions that seemed to shift and rotate with every blink.
This was no longer the legendary Double Pupils. It had ascended into a higher-dimensional existence. These were Triple Pupils.
The visual shock was only the beginning. The mental force fluctuations rolling off Liu Yuan's body were absurdly powerful. The invisible pressure was so dense it caused visible, watery ripples to distort the surrounding void.
As Liu Yuan glided closer to the group, his aura remained slightly untamed, a natural consequence of having just completed such a drastic evolution. The divine light flowing spontaneously from his newborn Triple Pupils swept casually across the crowd below.
The instant that gaze washed over them, the weaker Body Sect disciples felt their minds go completely blank. They froze in place, their bodies stiffening as if they had been struck by a bolt of heavenly lightning.
Even Long Aotian, standing at the very front with his deep cultivation base and tempered willpower, experienced a violent moment of total distraction the second his eyes met Liu Yuan's Triple Pupils.
In that split second, Long Aotian felt the physical world before him disintegrate into ash. He was plunged into a boundless, lightless abyss. His consciousness grew hazy, sluggish. A deep, primal urge to drop to his knees and press his forehead to the dirt erupted from the very core of his soul. He was a hair's breadth away from losing himself entirely to the abyss of those eyes.
"Focus!"
Du Busi sensed the catastrophic shift in the atmosphere and unleashed a stern, thunderous shout laced with heavy spiritual deterrent.
A wave of soul power, gentle to his disciples yet absolutely domineering in its force, swept across the arena. It acted as a physical blade, forcibly severing the mental suppression radiating from Liu Yuan's gaze. The shockwave yanked Long Aotian and the mesmerized disciples back from the brink of the illusion.
Even after their minds cleared, a lingering, icy dread settled deep in their bones.
Large drops of cold sweat beaded at Long Aotian's temples, sliding down his jaw. He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently. When he looked up at Liu Yuan again, his gaze carried a trace of something he had never felt before: genuine, primal fear.
"Just now... what was that?" Long Aotian muttered, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand. "Junior Brother, a moment ago, I felt like my very soul was being dragged out of my body and sucked into your eyes. That kind of suppressive power... I couldn't even form a single thought of resistance."
Elder Chen clutched his chest, feeling his own heart hammering against his ribs. He stared at Liu Yuan's strange, sacred Triple Pupils and swallowed hard. "This is no longer a simple mental attack. This is an absolute suppression of rank. Sect Master, this mutation in Liu Yuan's eyes... it is completely unheard of!"
Liu Yuan finally came to a halt, hovering quietly in the air right in front of Du Busi.
Hearing the fearful murmurs and heavy breathing below, he slowly closed his eyes. When his mysterious Triple Pupils opened a second later, the suffocating, divine light had been forcibly pushed down, returning to a deep, restrained brilliance that no longer attacked the minds of onlookers.
"My apologies, Senior Brother, and fellow Elders," Liu Yuan said, offering a slight, polite bow. His voice was calm, steady, and entirely unaffected by the chaos he had just caused. "I have only just completed the Secondary Awakening and the evolution of my martial soul. I am not yet precise enough in controlling this newborn power. I did not mean to disturb everyone."
How could Du Busi possibly care about such trivial details at a moment like this?
He closed the distance in a single step, throwing his large hands onto Liu Yuan's shoulders. His grip was iron-tight, yet his fingertips trembled uncontrollably from sheer euphoria.
He looked the boy up and down, his gaze locking onto those newly evolved Triple Pupils for a long, breathless moment. Finally, he threw his head back and delivered a verdict that sent a shockwave through the entire sect.
"Gold-tier! Heavens above, my eyes do not deceive me!" Du Busi roared, his voice echoing across the mountain peaks. "This aura of yours... this is a direct, flawless Gold-tier Secondary Awakening!"
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