I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Nie Feng slightly closed his eyes, a faint red light appearing in his pupils—

That's the "Demon Eye".

Under the Demon Eye, the truth and the illusion are revealed.

What he saw was that the ice figure was not a physical entity at all, but rather a terrifying internal force that was as vast as the sea and extremely pure.

From an unknown distance, energy gathered here, condensing water into ice, transforming into a colossal statue hundreds of feet tall.

This one move alone is already astonishing.

"What terrifying skill."

Nie Feng withdrew his demonic eye, his expression extremely solemn:

"This is not the real body, but merely an incarnation formed from internal energy."

"But this person's skill is so profound... it's like an abyss, unfathomable."

The ice man slowly lowered his head, his empty eye sockets looking down at the several figures on the ground.

A majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth, seemingly coming from all directions simultaneously, or perhaps resounding directly in one's mind:

"A convergence of powerful forces, indeed living up to its reputation."

He paused for a moment.

"Divine General, you may step down."

The words had barely left his lips when those empty eyes turned to Feng and Yun, his voice booming like thunder:

"Why are so many storms brewing?"

Nie Feng stepped forward, his body surging with wind, and looked up directly into those empty, icy eyes:

"Hand over my family!"

"Your family?" Indra seemed to chuckle lightly, his tone quite amused.

"They are not in my hands."

"Dugu Meng, Nie Renwang, and the others have been rescued by Jiang Chen."

"Jiang Chen?"

Nie Feng frowned, though he had some doubts—

But the intuition of the Demon Eye told him that Indra was not lying.

Bu Jingyun asked coldly, "Where is Wuming?"

"The Nameless and the Shadow Emperor are both heroes of our time."

"I value talent, so I will not take their lives. You can rest assured."

As soon as he finished speaking, the world fell into a deathly silence.

The god bowed respectfully at his side, but a storm raged within his heart—

He knew Indra's nature all too well.

Decisive and ruthless, a man of his word.

Faced with an enemy of Fengyun's caliber, given his usual style, he should have crushed him long ago.

But now, they're actually explaining? Having a conversation?

This is absolutely not normal!

Bu Jingyun clenched his fists, his palms sweating profusely.

He originally thought that Di Shitian was only slightly stronger than himself, and that he and his son might be able to put up a fight if they joined forces.

But now, facing this hundred-foot-tall ice man, he realized how naive he had been.

This is merely an avatar, yet it already possesses such overwhelming power.

The true strength of his body... is probably far beyond imagination.

If it's a direct confrontation, there's almost no chance of winning.

Nie Feng was also rapidly calculating—

Although this ice man is powerful, he is not invincible under the magic eye.

However, it is impossible to determine the exact level of power of the true Indra.

Since Meng and her father aren't here, continuing to fight to the death would only be a waste of her true energy, and it would be meaningless.

Feng and Yun exchanged a glance.

No need for many words, a single glance is enough for tacit understanding.

"Walk!"

Bu Jingyun let out a low shout.

The three figures rose from the ground, transforming into three streaks of light, and sped straight towards the edge of the ice field.

After Bu Jingyun had darted several dozen feet, the airflow struck the wound on his chest, causing him to wince in pain.

Nie Feng caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye, and without saying a word, he immediately slowed down, gently supporting Bu Jingyun's back with his own true energy to help him dissipate the energy.

Bu Jingyun's brows twitched, as if he wanted to say "No need".

But in the end, he said nothing.

Bu Tianfei, on the other side, would occasionally glance at his father to make sure he could hold on before looking away.

The god opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

In the end, they could only watch helplessly as the three figures disappeared into the horizon.

Indra did not stop them.

The hundred-foot-tall ice body stood motionless in the wind and snow until the three people completely disappeared.

"General, return to Heavenly Gate to recuperate."

A detached voice fell.

The hundred-foot-tall ice statue collapsed with a roar, turning into a sky full of water vapor and dissipating into nothingness.

Between heaven and earth, only the wind and snow remain.

Amidst the wind and snow, three figures moved with lightning speed, like shooting stars chasing the moon.

"Senior Brother Yun."

Nie Feng rode the wind, his figure graceful and elegant, but his expression betrayed his seriousness.

"Although that ice man was just a condensation of internal energy, its control over the primordial energy of heaven and earth was beyond comprehension."

"Indra is an unfathomable person."

Bu Jingyun's face was grim, and he replied in a cold voice:

"That's right. If he were to appear in his true form, even if you and I joined forces, we probably wouldn't be entirely confident of victory."

"snort!"

Upon hearing this, Bu Tian raised his eyebrows, his youthful arrogance impossible to conceal:

"Indra is strong, but there may be someone in the world who can defeat him."

"If my master were here, he would be no match for him!"

Nie Feng was somewhat surprised upon hearing this and glanced at Bu Tian sideways.

This young man is quite accomplished despite his young age.

A person who can teach such a disciple must be no ordinary person.

"Oh? Tian'er, who is your master?"

A hint of respect flashed in Bu Tian's eyes, and he answered without hesitation, "Jiang Chen!"

"Jiang Chen?" Nie Feng nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

"So it was him. I always thought he was a hidden talent, but I never expected him to have such a skill in teaching disciples."

Bu Jingyun remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

His gaze fell on Bu Tian, ​​paused for a moment, and then looked away.

"Junior Brother Feng, there's something you don't know yet."

"A few months ago, Tian'er was ambushed by a villain, and his heart meridian was severed... He is gone."

When he said the word "gone," Bu Jingyun's voice was almost completely flat.

But Bu Tian noticed that a vein throbbed on the back of his father's clenched fist.

"What?!" Nie Feng's expression changed drastically, and he turned sharply to look at the energetic Bu Tian.

"Tian'er actually..."

"Jiang Chen pulled him back from the brink of death."

Bu Jingyun's tone was calm, but a hint of shock, which he himself could not hide, flashed deep in his eyes.

That was the lingering fear a father felt when recalling the feeling of losing his son.

"I witnessed it with my own eyes—a resurrection."

"After that, Jiang Chen took Tian'er as his disciple."

Bu Tian listened from the side, then lowered his head.

He knew about it, of course, but every time his father brought it up, he felt a tightness in his chest.

It's not because I've died once that I'm afraid—

It was not because he couldn't imagine how his father had gotten through those days.

After listening, Nie Feng remained silent for a long time.

Resurrection, reversal of yin and yang—

This is beyond the realm of martial arts; it's practically a miracle.

"Bringing the dead back to life..."

Nie Feng took a deep breath and, after a long pause, finally uttered a sentence:

"Are there really people like that in the world?"

"If it hadn't come from Senior Brother Yun's mouth, I would never have believed it if it had been someone else."

Bu Jingyun gazed into the distance, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Jiang Chen's abilities... are no less than those of Di Shitian."

"Senior Brother Yun..." Nie Feng hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't hold back.

"If Jiang Chen truly has the ability to bring the dead back to life... then what about Kong Ci...?"

The moment that name was uttered, even the wind and snow seemed to pause for a moment.

"Although Kong Ci has been gone for many years, her body has been placed in the Houling Mausoleum, protected by ice, and has remained incorrupt for thousands of years."

"If only we could get Jiang Chen to help..."

Bu Jingyun paused slightly.

He didn't turn around.

A fleeting ripple flashed across those perpetually icy eyes—

Then, as if something had pressed it down, it returned to deathly silence.

Let her rest in peace.

His voice was very soft and faint, so faint that no emotion could be detected.

But Nie Feng could tell that the indifference wasn't indifference, but rather that he cared too much, so much that he dared not touch it again.

As Bu Tian listened from the side, his brows gradually furrowed.

Kong Ci... He had never heard of that name before.

But Houling and Bingpo—he knew about those.

In the mausoleum, a woman's body was protected by ice, remaining incorrupt for millennia...

Looking at Dad's reaction just now—when he said "let her rest in peace," his voice was so soft it was as if he was afraid of breaking something.

He suddenly understood everything.

Kong Ci was her father's former lover.

Bu Tian opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Some things don't need to be asked.

None of the three spoke again.

The howling wind and snow buried all the names that should never be mentioned again.

-

The north wind was like a knife, whipping up a sky full of flying snow.

On a desolate hill, amidst the vast expanse of heaven and earth, three figures walked through the snow.

Huai Mie suddenly stopped.

Without any warning, he simply stopped.

Huai Kong noticed something was wrong, stopped, and frowned: "Big brother? What's wrong?"

Huai Mie did not answer.

A chilling killing intent erupted from the acupoints all over his body, so intense that the snowflakes falling around him froze in mid-air.

He turned around abruptly.

His gaze was like lightning, piercing straight into Huai Kong.

The warmth of his elder brother was gone from those eyes.

All that exists is the fanaticism of a martial arts fanatic—and a resolute determination to fight to the death.

He slowly turned his neck, making two crisp "snap" sounds, and a near-manic smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Empty Embrace!"

A sharp shout shattered the wind and snow.

"Show me your iron-forging hands! Let this blizzard be our witness, and we'll fight to the death—to prove the ultimate in martial arts!"

Huai Kong's expression darkened.

He knew his older brother too well; in the world of martial arts, one cannot succeed without being obsessed.

This battle... cannot be avoided, nor should it be avoided.

"Huai Kong!" Bai Ling cried out anxiously, quickly walking up to Huai Kong and blocking his path.

"Don't fight him! Senior Brother has gone mad with his cultivation; what's the point of risking your life for him?!"

Huai Kong looked at her, his eyes gentle but unwavering.

"Bai Ling, move aside."

"I won't allow it!" Bai Ling bit her lip, her voice trembling.

"What if you get injured? You're brothers in arms, not enemies!"

Huai Kong sighed softly and reached out to pat her shoulder.

"Big Brother has been waiting for this battle for a long time."

"If I don't answer... he'll really go crazy."

Bai Ling was stunned.

Huai Kong sidestepped her and took a step forward.

"Since you insist on fighting, Brother Huai Kong, I'll fight you to the bitter end."

The two forces surged simultaneously, collided, and stirred up a wild swirling of snow and wind.

Bai Ling took a few steps back, biting her lip, her eyes already red.

She knew she couldn't persuade him; she understood what Huai Kong had just said.

But understanding doesn't mean you won't feel heartache.