I Have a Pair of Penetrating-Through-Heaven Eyes

Chen Xu'an died.

He was besieged by twelve Golden Core cultivators and his body was destroyed beyond recognition.

Then he woke up.

He was lying in a ruined temple, his cultivation fallen back to the first level of Qi Refinement, his body covered in injuries, and his storage pouch completely empty.

But he discovered that his eyes were still there.

Those eyes that, since childhood, could see things others could not—the flow of spiritual energy, the operation paths of cultivation techniques, the spiritual nodes inside the human body—all laid bare at a glance.

Relying on those eyes, he slapped away the Foundation Establishment senior brother who came looking for trouble.

Relying on those eyes, with a casual pointer he made a dull-witted junior brother's training efficiency double.

People began to notice him.

Some said he was a genius reborn.

Some said he possessed a priceless treasure.

Only Chen Xu'an himself knew that what his eyes could see went far beyond that.

That night, by chance, he looked up and saw, above the sky, an almost transparent crack.

It was a crack in the heavenly dao.

This world has a problem.

What's more troublesome is that someone is watching him.

That person hides in the shadows, his gaze icy, as if he had long known Chen Xu'an's secret.

Chen Xu'an looked at his Qi Refinement first-layer cultivation, then at the fat junior brother beside him who seemed foolish but followed him devotedly, and suddenly smiled.

If they want to watch, let them watch.

If they want to kill, let them come kill.

After all, I've died once already. One more time won't make much difference.

Only—

Don't let me find out who you are.

And don't let me climb up.

When I stand high enough, I'll use these eyes to take a good look at this heaven—and see just what kind of filthy things it's hiding.