Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1825 Eye of Judgment
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The glass gas lamp hangs from a horizontal bar, its flame enclosed by a specially made glass dome. It burns a fuel derived from a mixture of self-luminous moss spores and gas; the flame is nearly colorless, but extremely bright and remarkably stable.
Dust swirled in the beam of light from the glass gas lamps in the warehouse courtyard, and An Mingyuan gently placed a form filled with text on a pile of papers.

Zhu Wuneng shouted to the last few children to line up, his voice still loud, but with a hint of relief that the work was done.

Chen Xiaojun's gaze swept over the dilapidated yet somewhat vibrant courtyard before him, passing over the innocent faces that showed either fear, curiosity, or a hint of barely perceptible anticipation.

He took the stack of papers from Gu Yuanchao, which contained the fates of more than a hundred people, and ran his fingertips across the white paper.

He didn't look quickly; his eyes were calm and unwavering, as if he were inspecting a silent field.

After a moment, he gently placed the entire stack of documents back on the table, making a barely audible sound, yet it seemed as if he had pressed the mute button on the entire courtyard.

All eyes, even those of Chen Mu and Gu Yuanchao who stood with their arms crossed, were focused on him.

He stood up, his figure appearing somewhat slender in the setting sun.

There was no deliberate release of pressure, but the calmness derived from bloodline and status made the air seem a bit thicker.

"The place where the Chen family stands," he said in a clear voice with a gentle magnetism, "is where darkness stops."

Those few words, like an invisible boundary marker, crashed down with a deafening roar.

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the emaciated children, and said firmly:

"Martial spirits have no inherent nobility or baseness; the path lies beneath our feet."

There were no grand promises, only a statement of fact that was about to unfold before them—the path of the Shadow Guard/Imperial Guard, the path of promotion, the path of opportunities given by their families.

This is more effective than any empty comfort in igniting a glimmer of light in the hearts of those at the bottom of society.

"The past is gone, but we must maintain our integrity in the future. Those who abide by the rules of the mortal world will be protected by the mortal world as they move forward."

Before everyone could fully process the weight of those three sentences, Chen Xiaojun's deep, abyss-like eyes suddenly changed!
Ancient runes suddenly lit up deep within his previously calm eyes.

There was no dazzling light emanating from them, yet they gave the illusion that the entire space was being drawn into those eyes.

Deep within his eyes, the black and white were no longer distinct, but instead countless tiny, complex, and ever-changing dark gold and crimson runes emerged. They were not static, but rather rapidly rotating, combining, and disassembling like living things, forming a miniature vortex that devoured all light.

An indescribable power fluctuation, which was not a pressure of soul force but rather reached the depths of the soul, quietly spread out.

This is not an attack, but more like a power of "seeing through".

The eye of judgment!

This is one of the contents of the information stream from that black and red cocoon of light, quite different from the Soul Master system, very much like a fantasy novel.

In an instant, the entire warehouse compound fell into an eerie stillness.

Every child whose gaze swept over Chen Xiaojun, regardless of age or soul power, involuntarily trembled violently!
It wasn't fear, but rather an instinctive tremor of the deepest, most hidden part of the soul being exposed without concealment to the scrutiny of some grand will. Gray and white instantly replaced the colors in their vision, with only Chen Xiaojun's eyes, flowing with golden-red runes and containing both destruction and creation, becoming the sole source of light in their consciousness.

A sense of insignificance stemming from the very origin of life and a dizzying feeling of being completely "seen through" gripped them.

Several young children even had their legs buckle, and they almost fell to the ground if they hadn't been caught by people nearby.

In Chen Xiaojun's "vision," most of these children who have endured so much suffering are enveloped in a faint, almost imperceptible, soft light. It is the light of their innocent, untainted, and naive "merit," the faint expectation of life itself for goodness.

And karma? Almost none.

Although they were blank sheets of paper ravaged by storms and covered in mud, the paper itself remained blank.

However, just as his gaze swept over the group of young women huddled under the eaves, the scene suddenly changed!
Most of the women had only a faint white light on them or were completely naked.

But one of the figures, the delicate woman who was trying to keep a low profile and whose wrists were shackled with soul power, had several strands of dark red "karmic fire" that twisted and leaped like tiny poisonous snakes wrapped around her seemingly calm body!
They exuded a cold, resentful, and blood-stained aura; though few in number, they were exceptionally solid and glaring.

Within the cracks of this karmic fire, a few fainter golden specks of light, almost completely swallowed by the flames, stubbornly peeked out—the light of "merit," but far from enough to dispel the gloom of the karmic fire.

This scene, where karmic fire and merit intertwine, with karma clearly dominating, stands out starkly and jarringly among a sea of ​​"clean" children and mostly "blank" women.

The golden-red rune vortex in Chen Xiaojun's eyes paused slightly, then began to swirl even faster.

He remained expressionless, glancing casually before his gaze returned to the children.

But a whisper, audible only to himself, silently spread through his heart:

"interesting."

The power of the Eye of Judgment receded like the tide, and the golden-red runes in its depths vanished instantly, returning to a profound tranquility.

That oppressive feeling that went straight to the soul also disappeared abruptly.

The children gasped for breath, looking around blankly, as if they had just escaped from a suffocating nightmare. But the cold sweat on their foreheads and the lingering palpitations reminded them that it was not a dream.

This is Chen Xiaojun's care for them for the rest of their lives.

"Registration complete. That concludes today." Chen Xiaojun regained his usual calm. "Make your own arrangements. You may use this courtyard as you see fit, but you are not allowed to leave."

The crowd began to disperse, and most of the children and many women obediently walked toward the houses on both sides, still dazed from the ordeal. For them, who had been imprisoned for so long, those simple houses were at least a safe haven for the time being.

But some children and women stayed behind. They sat in twos and threes in the corner of the courtyard, greedily breathing in the relatively free air and relaxing for a moment by the light of the glass lamps; or, like Bao Ruoxi, they gathered with their newly made friends, talking in hushed tones, with shy smiles on their faces.

As the crowd dispersed, the pretty woman quietly shrank further into the shadows of the pillars, her lowered eyelids concealing the turbulent thoughts swirling within her.

Deep inside the secluded warehouse, the light from the glass gas lamps shone steadily.

Chen Xiaojun picked up the cup of coarse tea that had long since gone cold, took a small sip, and gazed thoughtfully at the flickering torchlight deep within the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)