I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The ladder to heaven has come to an end.

Suddenly, a vast underground dome opened up before them, large enough to hold an army of thousands.

A gigantic ice ball was suspended in mid-air!

It was crystal clear, and its light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. It was like a blazing sun made of black ice, illuminating the entire dark ice cave as bright as day.

Countless sharp icicles, hanging upside down and several meters long, radiate outwards like subjects paying homage to a king, fiercely guarding the ice sphere.

The oppressive force in the air was as heavy as Mount Tai.

"This method..." Huai Kong looked up, staring at the miraculous feat that completely defied common sense, his heart pounding wildly.

"Above the earthly realm lies the celestial realm?"

"Indeed, this is the true entrance to the Heavenly Realm!"

The goddess pointed at the ice ball, and even in her eyes, which were usually as cold as eternal ice, a fervent, almost fanatical, worship ignited.

"You wanted to train your Iron Hands to take revenge, and you've suffered a lot to get to where you are today."

"But if you want to cross this threshold and see the world, you're still missing one last thing—" The Mother Goddess turned around, staring intently at him.

"Offer your sincerity to Indra!"

"Sincerity?" Huai Kong frowned.

"Do one thing for Indra unconditionally."

Huai Kong almost laughed in anger, clenching his fists:

"Since Indra calls himself a god and is omnipotent, what need is there for a mere mortal like me to serve him in this mundane world?"

"Don't rush." ​​The goddess's eyes were as deep and still as a pool of water.

"You may spend your entire life and Indra will not bother you with even a single finger."

"But if he gives the order, the task he asks you to do is very likely something you'd rather die than do!"

Her voice was chilling to the bone, carrying a strong warning:

"The will of Heaven cannot be defied! If you dare to swear an oath today, and dare to break even half a word of it in the future, Indra has a thousand ways to make you wish you were dead!"

The goddess suddenly flicked her sleeve, pointing directly at the ice surface ahead:

"It's not too late to regret it now!"

"Stand before this icy mirror, and ask yourself honestly—do you dare to gamble your entire life?!"

Huai Kong stepped forward and stood on the radiant ice hockey puck.

His weathered face and his eyes, hardened by hatred and burning red, were reflected on the smooth, mirror-like ice.

"To avenge my blood feud, I've long considered myself a dead man."

The thought of Ironheart Island made the hatred in his heart boil like boiling water.

"At worst, I'll just lose this worthless life!"

Huai Kong suddenly raised his head, facing the blindingly cold light, and said each word clearly and decisively:

"Alright! I agree! As long as I can master the Iron Hand technique, even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, or betraying the world, I, Huai Kong, will do this for Di Shitian!"

"Good! What a brilliant move to disregard life and death!"

Immediately following, a burst of ear-piercing laughter suddenly erupted.

The laughter didn't come from the Mother Goddess at all; it was actually blasted out from inside the giant, suspended ice sphere!

The ear-piercing sound was unlike anything a human could make, causing the entire massive underground ice cave to tremble violently.

The tens of thousands of tons of ice that had been frozen for countless years on the dome were shattered by the shockwave and crashed down like an avalanche.

Huai Kong's pupils contracted sharply.

The ice puck burst into an extremely dazzling light, and its smooth surface began to writhe and twist like living flesh.

In the blink of an eye!

A massive, icy face, as large as a small mountain, stood out starkly from the surface of the ice puck!

Looking down from above, he seemed like a god or a demon.

Those two hollow, icy eyes, like black holes, exuded an extreme indifference and mockery, looking down upon the mortal world and regarding all living beings as ants.

"Since you're not afraid of death, I'll grant your wish!"

The giant, icy face suddenly opened its abyssal maw!

"boom--"

A chilling storm, powerful enough to freeze the soul, erupted forth, instantly coalescing into a gigantic, icy hand that blotted out the sky.

With a violent, crushing pressure, it slammed down on Huai Kong!

In that instant, all the air in the space was sucked out. Huai Kong felt as if his aura was locked in place, and even moving a finger became a luxury!

"If there's no way to avoid it... then let's not avoid it!!"

He abruptly planted his legs into a horse stance, roared, and was about to unleash his full power when he was horrified to discover—

The extreme cold energy penetrated his body directly through his pores, instantly freezing the surging true energy throughout his body!

It felt as if his limbs and bones had fallen into the deepest hell, and his meridians were directly frozen!

"Bang!"

A muffled, suffocating thud.

Huai Kong, a top expert, is now like a homeless rag doll, held tightly in mid-air by the giant icy hand!

There wasn't even a chance to struggle!

"Kid, do you know why the 'Iron Forging Hand' is ranked among the top ten most arduous and extraordinary skills in the martial arts world?"

Indra's mocking yet cruel snort echoed layer upon layer beneath the deathly silent dome.

"Transform your body into a furnace, and your breath into fire! To master this extraordinary skill, you must first shatter your old bones and completely sever your old meridians! Only by dying once can you be reborn!"

"I will personally reshape your bones right now! The feeling of having your tendons and marrow pulled out is a hundred times more exhilarating than being slowly sliced ​​to death in the mortal realm!"

"If you beg for mercy now, I might be in a good mood and leave you with a whole corpse!"

The chill penetrated to the bone, and Huai Kong's face was instantly covered with a layer of white frost.

The enormous ice face suddenly snarled and clenched its fist in the void!

The giant icy hand tightened abruptly!

"Click...click!"

Several extremely crisp sounds of bones breaking echoed in the deathly silent ice cave, sending chills down one's spine.

Huai Kong's limbs and bones were crushed into powder like withered wood, and blood uncontrollably gushed from his seven orifices, dripping down his chin onto the ice surface, a horrifying sight.

The goddess standing below felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

The jade-like hand that had just shaken hands with Huai Kong was now clenched into a fist inside the wide sleeve of the brocade robe, the nails almost piercing the palm.

But she dared not make a sound, not even a crack in the mask that made her face look as cold as ice. She could only suppress her immense longing and watch helplessly as her beloved suffered this extreme torture.

The heart-wrenching screams that were expected never came.

The entire ice cave was deathly silent.

Huai Kong was held in mid-air like a tattered sack, but he didn't cry out in pain or even flinch!

In his bloodshot, red eyes, there was not a trace of the fear of pain that a living person experiences; only an absolute calmness like a stagnant pool and undisguised mockery.

"Hahaha! Just as I thought! What a perfect shell—heartless, desireless, ignorant, and painless!"

On the enormous, icy face, Emperor Shitian erupted in an extremely perverse and wild joy.

Although he had long known that Huai Kong had already mastered the art of mind cultivation, without personally testing him, who would believe that a mortal's body could truly withstand such extreme torture as having its tendons pulled out and bones shattered?!

Even an iron-clad Arhat would have been writhing on the ground in pain by now, but this kid didn't even let out a groan!

They truly achieved absolute indifference to physical pain!

Huai Kong forced his eyes open, staring intently at the massive ice face on the ice puck, a resolute, cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth like that of a trapped beast:

"My heart is already dead, so what if this body is crushed into mud today?!"

This lone wolf from the Northwest, burdened with a deep-seated blood feud, even with 70% of the bones in its limbs broken, still stared intently at the icy face above it, showing no sign of struggling.

Only pure coldness and a madness that is absolutely indifferent to physical pain.

Looking at the peerless tough guy in his palm who didn't even value his own life, Indra's laughter grew even more manic:

"That good-for-nothing Iron God, who couldn't even endure the 'Heart Refinement' training, actually produced such an unparalleled piece of iron as you!"

"Now that you have mastered the art of mind cultivation, I will gladly grant your wish and help you reach the highest level of Iron Hand!"

"boom--!!"

The extremely yin and cold true energy, which was even more brutal and capable of freezing all life, erupted completely!

The dazzling, icy white light completely engulfed Huai Kong's remains. Under the vast ice cave dome, only the raging ice storm remained, roaring wildly for the ultimate mastery of this unparalleled divine skill!

In the void of the heavens, there is extreme cold that pushes the limits of human endurance.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, in a place called Beishui Township, a fierce and bloody storm was brewing.

This was originally just a peaceful fishing village facing the sea, where the villagers worked from sunrise to sunset every day.

But recently, a piece of news that was enough to shatter the eardrums of the martial arts world spread like wildfire—

Bu Jingyun, the "Uncrying Death God" who disappeared many years ago, has actually gone into seclusion in Beishui Township!

As dusk fell, the setting sun, like blood, brutally dyed the shimmering sea a blinding crimson.

Several dilapidated wooden fishing boats swayed and rocked in the water with the waves, making a "creaking" sound like rats gnawing on wood.

Everything before my eyes seems peaceful and serene.

But in reality, even the damp, salty sea breeze carried an unmistakable stench of cheap tobacco and the scum of people who had tasted blood on the front lines.

In the shadow of the moss-covered stone steps on the shore, several wandering swordsmen wearing wide-brimmed straw hats and raincoats squatted like a pile of tattered sacks.

Beneath the straw raincoat, pairs of eyes, like those of wild dogs that hadn't eaten for three days, were fixed intently on the only muddy road at the village entrance.

Scarface, who was squatting at the front, took a deep drag on his nearly burnt-out bamboo pipe and spat a thick wad of yellow phlegm onto the rocks covered with oyster shells.

His eyes and brows were filled with barely suppressed ferocity.

"Damn it! We've been squatting in this godforsaken place for over half a month!"

"Where on earth did Bu Jingyun go?"

Beside him stood a man as thin as a stick, expressionless, rubbing a hooked harpoon inch by inch in a tattered cloth stained with blood.

Upon hearing this, the skinny man gave a sinister sneer, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth:

"What's the rush! He's been holed up in this village for over a decade, supporting his wife and kids, used to sleeping on a warm bed!"

"If he lives this kind of peasant life for too long, his bones will soften. He'll definitely be reluctant to leave this wretched place, and sooner or later he'll come back to die!"