I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Outside the Leshan Giant Buddha, deep in the dense forest.

A blood-soaked, pitch-black demonic figure tore through the forest like a madman, snapping ancient trees and startling birds in its wake, leaving a trail of shocking dark red blood.

Nie Feng's movement skills were already unparalleled, but now that he has completely fallen into the demonic path, he is recklessly overdrawing his life potential, and his speed is now like that of a ghost.

Bu Jingyun suppressed his internal injuries and followed closely behind, pushing his ultimate skill "Cloud Shadow" to its peak. He transformed into a cloud that could not be gathered or dispersed, and bit the faint black afterimage.

However, after the two chased and fled for dozens of miles, the demonic figure finally disappeared completely into the vast and boundless primeval forest, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"hateful!"

Bu Jingyun, filled with resentment, stopped on a horizontal branch of a towering ancient tree. Gazing at the desolate, lifeless forest before him, he suddenly unleashed a punch, brimming with resentment, and slammed it hard into the thick trunk.

Wood chips flew like snowflakes, and the towering ancient trees trembled violently.

Junior Brother Feng has now lost his mind and become a killing monster. If he were to fall into the trap of someone with ulterior motives, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Just as Bu Jingyun was extremely anxious, a clear, calm voice, like the sound of a mountain spring, suddenly rang out above his head without warning:

"Jingyun, why are you in such a panic?"

Bu Jingyun shuddered and instinctively looked up in the direction of the sound.

Several feet above, on a slender branch and a tender, barely sprouting green leaf, stood a lean, aloof figure in a blue robe, hands clasped behind his back.

The man was tall and slender with a refined and scholarly air. He seemed to be one with the surrounding mountains, rivers, and plants from birth. His feet swayed gently in the wind, yet he remained as steady as a rock, displaying the unfathomable aura of a grandmaster!

"Master!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Bu Jingyun's tense state of mind finally found a crack, and he quickly bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.

With a barely perceptible sway, Wuming landed lightly beside Bu Jingyun like a falling leaf, his deep gaze gazing towards Lingyun Cave as he asked in a low voice:

"I sensed demonic energy rising from the direction of Lingyun Cave, and I saw you chasing after it all alone... Where is the Emperor of Japan now?"

Bu Jingyun took a deep breath of the cold wind, which was tinged with the stench of grass and trees, and uttered two words in a hoarse voice:

"He's dead."

"Dead?"

On Wuming's usually calm and slender face, a rare look of extreme astonishment appeared.

He knew Ai Bujingyun's current strength well. Although he had reached the level of a Grandmaster and comprehended the domineering sword technique of "no retreat," he was definitely qualified to be among the top masters of the world.

But the Emperor was ultimately the number one expert in Japan, his "Heaven-Shattering Technique" was already at its peak, and in terms of the power and dominance of his internal energy, he was no less than himself.

It's reasonable that Bu Jingyun could hold his own against him, but to say that he could kill him on the spot is simply a pipe dream.

"What exactly happened inside Lingyun Cave?" Wuming asked in a deep voice, his white eyebrows furrowed.

A deep sense of awe and powerlessness flashed uncontrollably in Bu Jingyun's eyes. He immediately lowered his voice and recounted everything he had seen and heard in the underground palace.

After hearing Bu Jingyun's incredible, almost mythical narration, even Wuming, a martial arts master known for his unwavering composure, couldn't help but gasp and stand speechless for a long time.

After a long while, Wuming finally let out a long sigh from the depths of his chest, his gaze lingering on the location of Lingyun Cave, his eyes filled with unparalleled awe and emotion.

"So that's how it is... So all these conflicts and calamities were within Senior Jiang's strategic planning."

He shook his head slightly, a bitter smile tinged with self-deprecation playing on his lips.

"I originally thought that the Emperor's covetousness of the Central Plains would inevitably unleash a devastating catastrophe in the martial arts world, and that we would have to risk our lives and go all out to find a glimmer of hope."

"But little did we know that in Senior Jiang's eyes, this so-called overlord of Japan was nothing more than an ant or dust that could be crushed with a flick of the wrist."

"Breaking the dragon vein to dispel the superstition of imperial power and annihilating the emperor to deter villains from all directions, Senior Jiang's realm has long transcended the shackles of this world, and is far beyond the comprehension and speculation of us mere mortals."

With the Japanese emperor vanishing into thin air and the dragon vein of China turning to dust, the shadow of war that had shrouded the land of China seemed to dissipate as well.

However, an even more violent and bloody storm of terror was quietly taking shape between the treacherous world of martial arts and the imperial court.

Completely possessed by demonic possession, Nie Feng was like a peerless ferocious beast unleashed from its shackles.

Within just a few days of wandering the martial world, several powerful martial arts sects were mercilessly massacred, with their entire members dying in extremely tragic ways, all severed in two by the domineering and chaotic sword energy.

For a time, the martial arts world was filled with fear and unease, and people were terrified of even the slightest hint of "wind."

The imperial court was furious. The emperor not only knew the enormous threat that the demon-possessed Nie Feng posed to the country, but also feared the world-destroying divine power that Jiang Chen had displayed that day. He dared not be negligent or perfunctory in the slightest and drafted the highest-level sea capture list overnight, which was quickly posted all over the major cities and remote post stations of the Nine Provinces and Eight Desolations.

"A bounty is offered for the capture of the villain Nie Feng, dead or alive. The reward is...one million taels of gold!"

The moment this imperial edict was issued, the whole world was in an uproar.

A full one million taels of gold!

This immense wealth, enough to buy a prosperous city, instantly made countless desperate outlaws who had been living on the edge of death completely envious. Even though they knew that Nie Feng, who had fallen into demonic possession, was a devil incarnate, countless martial artists still frantically searched for his whereabouts all over the mountains and fields like moths to a flame.

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, the vast training ground is bathed in warm sunshine and gentle breeze.

This place was once the training ground where Xiong Ba established his prestige and intimidated all heroes with his Three-Part Returning Qi. Now, that once powerful and ambitious hero is lying slumped on a finely carved sandalwood armchair without any regard for his image.

He leisurely held a pot of finely brewed pre-rain tea in his hand, his eyes half-closed and his expression extremely comfortable. Where could one find even a trace of the former overlord's majesty and murderous aura?

Having abandoned all his martial arts skills, he now appears to be nothing more than an ordinary old man in his twilight years, enjoying the company of his grandchildren.

Directly in front of Xiong Ba's murky yet peaceful gaze, a beautifully sculpted, spirited little girl sat obediently cross-legged, her palms facing upwards, with a strange, almost imperceptible light slowly flowing around her.

She wasn't practicing any worldly martial arts or weapons; instead, she was... breathing.

As she breathed rhythmically and deeply, the pure spiritual energy of the vast天地 (heaven and earth) around her seemed to be summoned by some unseen force, rushing wildly into her still-developing petite body like cheering sprites.

"My son-in-law's methods of seizing the very essence of heaven and earth are truly unfathomable..."

Xiong Ba took a sip of fragrant tea with relish, smacking his lips and muttering to himself.

Just then, a graceful and ethereal figure in a green robe landed silently at the edge of the training ground, like a weightless breeze.

The newcomer concealed his aura to an extreme degree of perfection; even a grandmaster would find it extremely difficult to sense his presence unless clearly observed with the naked eye.

Xiong Ba slightly lifted his wrinkled eyelids, without even moving an inch, merely glancing lazily at the visitor before speaking indifferently:

"What a rare guest! A martial arts legend like you, instead of playing your broken erhu in your Zhonghua Pavilion, what brings you to this old man's otherworldly place?"

"How have you been, Chief Xiong?"

The nameless man remained calm and composed, merely nodding slightly as a greeting.

He then took leisurely steps closer, but his deep gaze was involuntarily drawn to the little girl sitting quietly and breathing in the center of the room.

Upon seeing this, Wuming's long eyebrows furrowed slightly. In his master's eyes, the girl's body showed no signs of true energy fluctuations, and her bones and meridians were unremarkable, making her seem no different from an ordinary, ignorant child from a rural family.

However, it was precisely this return to simplicity and ordinariness that inexplicably stirred up an extremely strong sense of unease and fear in Wuming's heart.

You must know that this Outer Heaven is an indescribable and supreme forbidden land, and it is also the place where extraordinary people like Senior Jiang cultivate in seclusion. How could it allow ordinary people with no foundation to set foot and linger here?

What puzzled Wuming even more was that when he tried to concentrate and examine the matter closely, he felt a strange, hazy, and illusory feeling, like looking at flowers through the fog or the moon reflected in water.

The child was sitting cross-legged right in front of me, yet it seemed as if we were separated by countless dimensions, separated by the ends of the earth. He appeared ordinary and mundane, but deep within him emanated an indescribable and profound primordial wisdom.

"How strange..."

Wuming was secretly in turmoil. He had traveled the world and met countless people in his life, but he had never seen such a bizarre scene that even he could not see through.

"What? Can't see through it?"

A mysterious and smug smile curled at the corner of Xiong Ba's lips, but he didn't say anything to expose it. He simply waved his withered hand dismissively.

"That's right, you can't see through it. There are some things and some people in this world that even an old man like me, who's halfway to the grave, can't see through, let alone you."

Nameless readily withdrew his probing gaze, forcibly suppressing the surging shock in his heart, and solemnly bowed to Xiong Ba, saying:

"Master Xiong... no, now I should call him Steward Xiong."

"I have come here with great difficulty to request an audience with Senior Jiang."

"They're resting on the back hill."

Xiong Ba extended his withered index finger and pointed to the majestic building shrouded in misty clouds in the distance.

"The Supreme Elders' Pavilion".

"Thank you for pointing me in the right direction."

Wuming nodded solemnly, and before leaving, he couldn't help but take one last deep look at the strange little girl.

Then, his figure flickered like a gentle breeze, transforming into a streak of azure light and heading straight for the forbidden area behind the mountain.

Watching the nameless figure disappear into the distance, Xiong Ba let out a disdainful snort, then turned back to stare at his precious little ancestor with a beaming smile, his old eyes filled with undisguised doting affection.

Beyond the Heavenly Mountain, at the Supreme Elder's Pavilion.

The place is filled with rich spiritual energy that forms a mist, exotic flowers and rare herbs vie for attention, and clear springs flow endlessly, making it seem like a paradise untouched by the mortal world.

"My lord, come and chase after me!"

"Brother Chen, you're cheating! I was the one who bumped into you first!"

Amidst a path strewn with blossoms, two exquisitely beautiful figures frolicked and chased each other like butterflies flitting among flowers, their silvery laughter echoing through the mist.

You Ruo was dressed in a light pink gauze dress, her figure was delicate and charming, and her eyes were full of girlish liveliness and innocence.

The second dream depicts a woman dressed in pristine white, with an unparalleled beauty and snow-white skin that glows warmly in the sunlight. She resembles a celestial maiden descended to earth, so beautiful that it takes one's breath away.

Jiang Chen leaned lazily against the white jade railing, quietly watching the two women playfully teasing each other. A faint smile always played on his thin lips, and his eyes, which could see through the life and death of all things, were filled with doting affection and gentleness.

This idyllic life, where one only envies the lovebirds and not the immortals, stands in stark contrast to the bloody storm unfolding outside.

"cough……"

A suppressed, restrained cough broke the tranquil scene at an extremely inopportune moment.

Wuming stood stiffly at the end of the flower path, like a withered tree trunk. His usually composed expression held a rare hint of awkwardness and embarrassment, yet he could only steel himself and step forward, bowing deeply to the white-robed youth leaning against the railing, respectfully bowing as a disciple:

"This junior is nameless, but I pay my respects to Senior Jiang."