Chapter 549: Venerable Karma Seeker’s Regret
Venerable Eyes of Destiny fell silent for a moment before letting out a long breath.
"Well, I can’t see anything," he said, which left Aldrian stunned.
"More precisely, I couldn’t see anything because what I saw was only blinding light. It hurt both my eyes and my soul. I didn’t expect it to have that kind of effect," he added.
Aldrian looked at Venerable Eyes of Destiny for a few moments and nodded in understanding.
"Alright, thank you for the information, Teacher," he said before returning to his seat.
As Aldrian walked back toward his mat, he thought about Venerable Eyes of Destiny’s words. He wondered what it was that the Venerable truly saw in him to react like that—because he knew the Venerable hadn’t shared everything about his vision.
There was no way that simply looking at his light could cause such a reaction—fear mixed with reverence, as if he wanted to kneel and kowtow. But there was nothing he could do if Venerable Eyes of Destiny chose not to speak further.
Venerable Eyes of Destiny looked at Aldrian’s back as he walked toward his mat and couldn’t help but think again about what he had seen. It was true that he saw blinding light, so intense that it made his eyes and soul ache just from looking at it. But there was something else—something that had nearly shattered his will when he saw it.
Amidst the blinding light, he caught a glimpse of a throne—a grand throne. The moment he laid eyes on it, it felt as if his soul and vision were about to burst. It was as if the throne was alive, warning him not to peer into Aldrian’s mystery or future. That was what truly injured him. The throne radiated an aura so overwhelming it made him want to prostrate himself before it. His soul screamed at him to kneel before he forcefully canceled his technique.
That vision lasted for only a second, yet it felt as if he had stared at it for a long time. It was carved into his memory, leaving a mark that made him look at Aldrian in a completely different light. Yes, Aldrian was the one prophesied by many—but the experience just now had completely overturned his understanding of him.
He was not just the prophesied one who would bear the weight of the continent’s destiny. He was something beyond that. This continent alone was not enough to contain his fate. It made Venerable Eyes of Destiny wonder—what had Aldrian been in his past life? There was no way the heavens would entrust such a destiny to someone without something extraordinary within them.