I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.

Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the course of time, the world of martial arts has seen constant changes, with tides rising and falling.

The earth-shattering events of the past, such as the invasion of the Central Plains by the God of No God and the Emperor of Japan, and Nie Feng's descent into demonic possession, have long since faded with time and become legendary tales told by storytellers in teahouses and taverns.

The phrase "wind and clouds" has become an immortal myth, deeply buried in the memories of the older generation of martial arts heroes.

Talented people emerge in every generation, each leading the way for decades.

Although the older generation of unparalleled experts have retired, the martial world has not fallen silent. On the contrary, with the rise of new forces, it has become more turbulent and fraught with danger.

In recent years, numerous powerful and independent forces have sprung up across China, each vying for supremacy.

In the past, the three gangs and seven associations were forcibly reorganized by their leader, Qian Zhen, into the "United Gang," which had a hidden trend of unifying the martial arts world.

Taking advantage of the situation, the "Tianhe Gang," a powerful force on the waterways, seized control of the north and south waterways.

Furthermore, numerous powerful factions rose up, including the Five Poisons Sect, which was skilled in using treacherous drugs; the Giant Saber Sect, which used fierce and powerful moves; the Cold Sword Sect, a branch of the Sword Sect; as well as the Four Northern Sects and the Monk-Nun Alliance. Each faction acted independently, causing bloodshed and chaos in the martial arts world.

However, amidst all the fierce battles, a young man emerged out of nowhere and gradually made a name for himself in the treacherous world of martial arts, becoming the talk of the town for many martial arts enthusiasts.

The boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, his origins were a mystery, but he possessed outstanding martial arts skills.

Her legs moved with lightning speed, swift and unpredictable.

Wherever he went, he brought ruthlessness and cruelty, and many petty thieves in the martial arts world were killed.

Because his leg techniques bear a striking resemblance to those of the legendary Wind God Nie Feng, many people have speculated wildly that the young man might be a descendant of Nie Feng who has fallen into the mortal world.

Little did they know, the boy was not of the Nie family bloodline at all, but a child that Jiang Chen had casually saved from the Sword Saint years ago.

Jiang Chen, feeling sorry for him, casually bestowed upon him a set of the "Formless Divine Wind Leg" martial arts technique.

Twelve years have passed, and the child has grown into a tall and handsome young man. With his unpredictable and exquisite leg techniques, he has gradually gained fame and is now quite well-known in the martial arts world.

At this moment, the Heaven Beyond Heaven has long transcended the realm of the mortal world.

Twelve years may seem like a long time to ordinary people, but for a peerless divine land that Jiang Chen had forcibly transformed with his supreme creative powers, it was just a blink of an eye.

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain stands a magnificent and grand palace that reaches the heavens—the Heavenly Palace.

Deep inside the palace, Yan Ying, dressed in an extremely luxurious brocade robe, leaned lazily against a soft couch, her body supple and limp.

Dozens of stunningly beautiful Japanese maids dressed in elaborate kimonos surrounded him, some kneeling and gently massaging his legs, others carefully peeling and serving him glistening grapes, providing him with meticulous care.

Time seemed to have stood still for this wife of the leader of the Heavenly Realm.

Twelve years have passed, and not only has her appearance remained unchanged, but she has also become even more youthful and radiant.

That stunningly beautiful face seemed even more delicate and youthful than it had been in the past.

Although he had not learned any martial arts, he had already enjoyed the ultimate bliss in this divine land.

At the very top of the Heavenly Palace Pavilion, a tall, slender figure, as fiery as fire, floated cross-legged in the vast void.

Duan Lang's cultivation has now reached the Great Perfection of the Supreme Grandmaster realm. His body is filled with supreme martial intent, which has gradually merged with the natural world.

On the steep eaves on both sides below, Wen Nu and Leng Yan stood solemnly like two stone door gods.

With both hands firmly gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist, his eyes, like those of a hawk, vigilantly surveyed the surrounding sea of ​​clouds.

Duan Lang slowly opened his narrow eyes, looked down helplessly at his two loyal but dull subordinates, and let out a long sigh that was both funny and exasperating:

"Hey you two, can you stop standing there? Two grandmasters... are you protecting me, or am I protecting you?"

Wen Nu and Leng Yan exchanged a blank glance, remaining motionless like clay or wooden sculptures.

Duan Lang couldn't persuade these two stubborn rocks with unwavering loyalty, so he could only sigh in annoyance and roll his eyes.

He simply closed his eyes and ignored it completely, continuing to immerse himself in the obscure and profound "Ten Directions Invincible Scripture" in his mind.

Over the past twelve years, Duan Lang had repeatedly hardened his heart to drive these two sword slaves down the mountain, ordering them to find good husbands, settle down, and have children.

However, these two were even more stubborn and eccentric than the Heavenly Mountain Ice, repeatedly kneeling before the Heavenly Palace steps with their swords drawn, vowing to follow their master to the death rather than commit suicide.

On the vast training ground, only an elderly man with white hair and beard was practicing his boxing techniques slowly and methodically.

The old man's movements were extremely slow, yet they flowed smoothly and effortlessly.

Every perfectly rounded arc drawn by his arms seemed to contain the supreme truth of the beginning of time.

He appeared to have no true energy fluctuations at all, but in reality, he had already entered the realm of returning to simplicity and authenticity.

The profound and harmonious Daoist rhythm, seemingly without end, caused the withered yellow leaves scattered all around to dance in unison with the force of the fist, gathering together without dispersing, just like the former tyrant Xiong Ba.

Now, having washed away all worldly dust and evil aura, he has transformed into a reclusive master with an air of otherworldly grace.

A set of soft and gentle Tai Chi movements actually evoked the aura of the legendary Zhang Sanfeng, a peerless master.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Two dazzling streaks of light suddenly flashed across the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

Two stunningly beautiful women were gracefully descending through the air.

The woman on the left has a gentle and graceful demeanor, while the woman on the right is quirky, charming, and captivating; they are none other than Second Dream and Youruo.

With her slender hands carrying large and small bags of ordinary yet exquisite snacks and cosmetics, she had clearly just returned from a trip to the bustling market at the foot of the mountain.

The two women chatted and laughed in mid-air, their feet not relying on any sword-flying techniques, but solely on their terrifyingly profound cultivation to soar through the air.

Like a goddess descended from the heavens to the mortal realm, she gracefully headed straight for the back mountain.

On the quiet stone path leading to the forbidden area in the back mountain, two sneaky, youthful figures were crouching low, using the dense flowers and plants as cover, and stealthily making their way towards the Supreme Elder's Pavilion.

The two looked exactly alike, with chubby heads and bright, clever eyes. They were Duan Shen and Duan Wu, the twin sons of Duan Lang and Yan Ying.

"Brother, if we sneak off like this and Dad finds out, we'll get a beating!"

Walking behind, Duan Wu shrank back guiltily and mumbled in a low voice.

Duan Shen turned around abruptly, glaring at his younger brother with a look of utter disappointment and frustration:

"What are you afraid of! Is that all you've got? Do you want to practice your father's 'Ten Directions Invincible Scripture' until you die?"

"But... Dad said it's a mythical martial art, and if you master it to its peak, you'll be invincible..."

"Invincible my foot!"

Duan Shen curled his lip in disdain, raising his hand to point towards the Second Dream and You Ruo that had just drifted past overhead.

"Look at Uncle Jiang's family, aren't they all capable of flying, teleporting, and riding the wind?"

"And look at our old man, all he does is sit on the rooftop pretending to be profound, and he even needs sword servants to protect him. Isn't he ashamed?"

Duan Wu tilted his head and pondered carefully for a moment, and found that his brother was absolutely right. He immediately nodded his head heavily.

"Yes, I want to learn to fly too!"

"I also want to learn that ability to smash a mountain with one punch!"

"That's right!"

A blindingly excited light flashed in Duan Shen's eyes.

"If we just beg Uncle Jiang to teach us his divine skills, even just a move or two, wouldn't we brothers be able to roam the martial world with impunity?"

"Then, we'll fly up to Dad's head... cough cough, let's go for a ride!"

"Hehe, bro, you're so naughty." Duan Wu grinned mischievously.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up! While Yi-ge and Yao-jie are sparring, let's sneak in!"

The twin brothers exchanged a knowing glance and simultaneously let out a few sly laughs.

Once again, they crouched low in an extremely cunning manner, like two sly young foxes, and plunged headlong into the deepest part of the lush forest.

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

This place is an absolute forbidden zone, where no living person may approach, and it is also the core of the entire Tianshan Mountain where the divine essence is most concentrated and pure.

Rumble!

High in the sky, two dazzling streaks of light were engaged in an extremely fierce and chaotic collision amidst the churning sea of ​​clouds.

Each earth-shattering collision stirred up a storm of swirling, raging clouds.

Its terrifying power caused visible ripples to appear in the extremely stable surrounding void.

"Ouch, you two little devils, go easy on me! That's a 'Blood Bodhi' tree that Master just transplanted!"

Accompanied by a delicate voice that was both deeply helpless and melodious, a stunningly beautiful figure, as clear and aloof as moonlight, soared into the sky—it was Jiang Qingge.

Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the innocent little girl with pigtails has grown into a pure and beautiful snow lotus atop an extremely cold ice mountain.

His white robes fluttered in the wind, his body exuded a chilling sword intent that was held back yet unleashed, and every gesture he made emanated a supreme aura of celestial beings unique to terrestrial immortals.

Jiang Qingge faced the two people fighting fiercely in mid-air, her jade hand gracefully waving in the air. A sword aura domain as deep as an ancient pool of autumn water instantly spread out below, transforming into an indestructible, invisible wall of energy that steadily protected the delicate exotic flowers, rare herbs, and priceless treasures covering the mountain.

The two dazzling streaks of light locked in fierce combat in mid-air were none other than Jiang Chen's two children—Jiang Yi and Jiang Yao.

"Brother! Your 'Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger' technique isn't up to par; it can't trap me!"

A girl's clear, bell-like laughter echoed through the heavens.

A graceful figure in cyan robes nimbly tumbled and leaped through the raging wind, surrounded by violent, turbulent blue lightning, like a celestial goddess descended to earth.

With a casual wave of her hand, the young girl unleashed a raging storm of wind and thunder, easily tearing apart the thick, earthen-yellow finger force that was bearing down on her.

Although Jiang Yao was just a pretty young girl who had not yet reached marriageable age, her cultivation had already reached the astonishingly high level of the Celestial Realm. Every move she made could easily cause terrifying phenomena that changed the color of the heavens and earth.

On the opposite side of the thunder, a young man dressed in white stood proudly in mid-air.

The young man had a face as handsome as jade, and a gentle and refined temperament like a gentleman. However, his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes revealed an absolute domineering aura that could shake mountains and rivers.

"Sister Yao, don't be so smug, behold my 'Ancient Sacred Body'!"

Jiang Yi burst into loud laughter, his fair body suddenly trembling without warning.

Behind them, a vast, desolate, and ancient phantom faintly appeared in the void.

He neither dodged nor avoided the raging wind and thunder, allowing them to strike his body directly, relying solely on his incomparably strong physique to withstand his sister's deadly attack.

He then took a heavy step forward, shrinking the distance between them to an inch, instantly ignoring spatial distance, and appeared out of thin air in the blind spot behind Jiang Yao like a ghost.

The brother and sister were exceptionally gifted, their talents unparalleled throughout history.

One who majored in the "Great Wilderness Scripture" forged the Ancient Sacred Body, possessing the strength to uproot mountains and the aura to cover the world, with a physical body that was unparalleled;

One of them specializes in the "Nine Heavens Goddess Scripture," perfectly controlling wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning, and possesses magical powers that are divine, agile, and ethereal.

From the moment she was born, she thrived under the constant nourishment of Jiang Chen's vast divine essence, her starting point was high enough to make all the peerless geniuses in the world feel ashamed and despair.

At the tender age of eleven or twelve, they have already defied the heavens and entered the Celestial Realm, a realm that commands the admiration of the world.

Looking across the vast world of martial arts, it is an unparalleled and timeless myth!