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When the Eye of the King unleashed its radiant glow, ripples of light spread out, plunging into the infinite depths of the cosmic starfield. Qin Yi's vision blurred.
Space and time twisted like liquid threads, reality warping as though unraveling.
It felt as if his entire being were being lifted, torn away from Qin's Nation, ascending ever higher, detaching from the world below and rising into the boundless firmament of the universe.
As he drifted upward, he looked down upon the celestial void. Scattered across this endless emptiness were clusters of glowing orbs, celestial bodies vast beyond comprehension. And among them, only faint traces of light marked the existence of Qin's Nation.
Compared to even a single planet, it was but a pinprick, so tiny, so fragile.
And in the context of the vast and ancient universe? It was nothing more than a grain of dust.
He drifted further.
It was as though his consciousness had slipped free from his body, gaining a transcendent perspective, allowing him to perceive any realm he wished, across infinite space.
After six seconds, a strange solar system appeared before his eyes.
Its central star burned not red or yellow, but with a blue brilliance, cold and pure. Around it orbited three moons and seven planets. One of those planets, situated in the star's habitable zone, bore signs of human life.
Like his own homeland, this world was mostly barren. But the landmass on its surface was vast, far larger than Qin's Nation, and comparable to Earth from his previous life.
He narrowed his gaze and examined the civilization.
Yes, there was civilization here. Cities. Settlements. A society. But the level of development was rudimentary at best, barely brushing the threshold of advanced thought. A mortal-world civilization.
They practiced martial arts, rudimentary techniques passed down through primitive lineages. But that was the extent of their training.
The Flame of Civilization had been lit… but it was no larger than the tip of a needle. Compared to the roaring blaze of Qin's Nation, the gap was painfully evident.
Qin Yi turned his attention again.
His vision leapt across star systems, traversing countless light-years in a blink.
"If I keep going like this… will I eventually find traces of the father from my previous life?"
The thought came unbidden, unexpected.
But it lingered.
For dozens of breaths, Qin Yi continued drifting through this quiet, lifeless cosmos. Star after star, system after system, void of humanity. Void of sentience.
"The universe is too vast… The birth of a King, the emergence of life, each is but a spark in the void. A fleeting miracle."
He sighed softly, heart stirring with both awe and melancholy.
Three minutes passed.
By now, his sight had traveled an unthinkable distance, billions of miles away from Qin's Nation, gazing deeper into the starfield.
And then… something shimmered.
A gleam. A radiant pulse, like a beacon flashing in the far distance.
Qin Yi immediately focused his vision on that patch of space.
As the Eye of the King zoomed in, he saw it more clearly, and what he saw stole the breath from his lungs.
It wasn't a star. It wasn't a planet. It was… a continent.
An impossibly vast landmass floating freely in the void, untethered, unbound. Above it, the Sun, Moon, and Stars circled in perfect harmony, seemingly governed by some ancient, arcane law.
This was not a world formed by tectonics and time, it was crafted. Willed into being by a force beyond comprehension.
Mountain ranges coiled like dragons across its surface, stretching for thousands of miles. Oceans churned with waves taller than mountains. And within those seas, colossal beasts stirred, roaring with voices that could shake the very soul of any being.
Above the continent, the skies flashed with streams of light.
Qin Yi's pupils constricted.
"What… is this place?!"
"Is it the Immortal World…?!"
The figures within those radiant trails wore flowing robes, wielding artifacts that defied gravity, soaring like meteors across the heavens.
They were cultivators. Ascended beings. Just like the Immortals from the myths of his past life stories.
The Eye of the King scanned deeper.
In a corner of the continent, a thriving civilization was visible, ancient, but vibrant.
"This isn't a Kingdom… this is a primordial continent," Qin Yi murmured. "The humans here weren't unified, they evolved freely… their paths shaped by the land itself."
And within their bodies, he could see it: boundless spiritual energy. Power that dwarfed even the might of the Tailed Beasts (Bijū) from the Naruto World.
"A completely different cultivation system," He thought, heart growing heavy.
A system perhaps older than chakra, older than Ki. One rooted in the primal laws of creation itself.
To find such an unimaginable domain, so far removed from the reach of his own civilization, stirred awe in Qin Yi's chest.
"In this foreign star domain… I have witnessed the true grandeur of the multiverse."
And the expansion of King's Civilization… had only just begun.
An elderly man with flowing white hair casually extended his finger, and titanic mountains surged from the earth, crushing everything in their path with divine might.
A beautiful woman, crimson-lipped and fair-skinned, let out a sharp cry, and the ocean answered. The tides turned violent, and a tsunami rose, hundreds of meters high, like a divine beast breaking free of its chains.
Not far away, a young man garbed in Taoist robes stood atop a rotating Bagua Array, eyes fixed on the constellation of the Big Dipper. As ancient incantations flowed from his lips, dark clouds gathered, and within moments, the heavens wept, a torrential downpour sweeping across the land.
This was a world unlike any Qin Yi had seen. A reality that shattered the boundaries of his understanding, richer, wilder, and more mystical than any legend from his past life.
And yet, this was no myth.
This was happening.
This was real.
"At the peak of Sword Mountain, a man in crimson robes refines elixirs beneath the sun."
"Over the Northern Sea, an old master exhales flames, boiling away the ocean for hundreds of meters."
"In the drifting azure clouds, a middle-aged scholar tilts his head skyward, lost in thought, as wine rains from the sky in a dreamlike haze of intoxication."
Qin Yi's gaze softened, becoming distant, enchanted. A longing took root in his chest.
As someone raised on tales of Eastern Immortal Cultivation, how could he not be enthralled by such a realm?
But just then, something stirred.
Qin Yi's pupils contracted as he instinctively turned his gaze upward, beyond the sky, to the stars above the continent.
"What… is coming from over there?"
In the distant void, space suddenly began to collapse inwards.
A powerful, domineering aura burst forth from the rift, sweeping across the continent like a tidal wave, pressing down with the oppressive might of a sovereign.
"I am King Shang Jiang, come to take Fairy Ziying of the Ziliu Sect as my queen!"
The voice boomed across the land, echoing like a divine decree. Every syllable carried the crushing presence of a ruler who had conquered star systems. The aura was unmistakable, a King's Will.
From the sundered void, two colossal hands, each spanning thousands of miles, emerged and ripped the spatial barrier apart. A figure stepped forward, regal, unfathomable.
His body was wreathed in ethereal radiance, and beneath the shimmer, one could barely make out the silhouette of a crimson dragon robe, and behind the beaded veil on his crown, sharp eyes gleamed with terrifying authority.
"It's… a King!"
Qin Yi's heart jolted violently.
This wasn't a mere title, this was a true King in the cosmic sense, someone whose power far surpassed his own. Even observing from afar through the Eye of the King, Qin Yi felt his soul tremble.
Too strong.
Far too strong.
"King Shang Jiang," A voice echoed from deep within the continent, rising from the heart of a mountain coiled with dragon veins, "I have said it before, Fairy Ziying will never marry you. Leave this place."
The reply was ancient and firm, like the mountains themselves.
But King Shang Jiang's expression turned icy, his aura swelling like a black sun.
"If she refuses… then this mountain shall be leveled. This sect, destroyed."
His words fell like a guillotine, absolute and merciless.
Behind him, the image of a colossal world emerged, like a living planet. Upon its surface, billions of beings knelt in reverence. Their chants merged into a single, deafening roar of prayer, forming a massive, coiling prayer dragon that wrapped itself around King Shang Jiang's figure.
In that moment, Qin Yi felt a chill pierce through his spirit. The scale, the divine spectacle, this was the true face of the universe beyond.
A continent larger than anything on Earth, a cosmic King whose mere presence distorted space.
"So this… is the real world?"
Compared to this, the Naruto World, even Qin's own rising civilization, seemed like mere sparks flickering in the wind.
But suddenly, King Shang Jiang's gaze shifted. Sharpened.
And then… it turned. Directly toward the Eye of the King.
"A little rat, spying from the shadows. Has no one told you, when a King's gaze is returned, it is an act of provocation? Or perhaps… You are a lackey of the Ziliu Sect? Sent to delay me? You dare meet my eyes… with such insolence?!"
His voice rolled like thunder, echoing directly in Qin Yi's ears, bypassing all physical boundaries. It struck like a divine punishment, his mind reeled, vision went dark, and nausea surged violently through his body.
Shocked and alarmed, Qin Yi immediately withdrew the Eye of the King.
He staggered backward several steps, his breath heavy, cold sweat on his brow. His eyes still trembled with fear and disbelief.
That was a true King.
And his wrath… was not something mortals could bear.
(End of Chapter)