Liu Wuxie ran his gaze over the sculpture repeatedly. It looked flawless, without a single blemish. But what puzzled him were its hollow and lifeless eyes, as though they were missing a spark.0

The sight instantly reminded him of the ancient tale Painting the Dragon's Eyes—a story of a divine dragon blinded in darkness until a passing cultivator tapped twice over its eyes, restoring its sight.0

Though no one could prove its truth, the legend endured. Over time, it passed into the mortal world, where people dotted the eyes of dragon and lion costumes before festival dances. It was a ritual meant to breathe life into the beast and bring harmony to the land.0

Liu Wuxie took out a brush and channeled his dragon aura into it. He knew he couldn't use ordinary ink and had to use his dragon aura to bring this divine dragon to life.0

He tapped the sculpture's eyes twice and waited silently.0

The dragon aura flowed into the hollow sockets and vanished into the sculpture. Suddenly, something strange happened. Liu Wuxie...0