I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"good!"

Jiang Chen laughed loudly, raising one hand to the sky—

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the heavens and earth trembled!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles seemed to have received some kind of command, and it frantically converged here!

The surging primordial energy transformed into a mighty torrent, like the Milky Way hanging upside down from the heavens, continuously pouring into the Baihui acupoint.

Bu Tian felt the true energy within his body surging and churning like a raging sea.

He dared not delay, and immediately sat down cross-legged, focused his mind on his spiritual platform, and fully activated the "Boundless Divine Skill," refining this vast and mighty power like a whale sucking in water.

A complete transformation, a long and arduous metamorphosis.

When the last wisp of vital energy returns to the dantian—

His eyes snapped open, and his aura had already reached that of a Grandmaster of the Ultimate Path.

Outside the attic, an astonishing phenomenon occurred.

Above the sky, primordial energy transformed into clouds, pouring down in a funnel shape with tremendous force, as if the sky were collapsing.

A fierce wind howled, and auspicious clouds enveloped the entire Supreme Elders' Pavilion.

Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and the others were catching up in the pavilion when they suddenly saw this strange sight. They all stood up abruptly, their expressions changing drastically.

"What kind of divine skill is this? How could it trigger such a celestial phenomenon?" Nie Renwang looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with shock.

Just as I was wondering what was going on, a graceful figure walked over, her steps light and light—it was Second Dream.

"Don't panic, everyone." Second Dream smiled gently and gave a graceful bow.

"My husband is currently imparting his power to Bu Tian, ​​which is why the commotion is a bit loud."

Bu Jingyun frowned deeply and said in a deep voice:

"Transferring power? Even if someone were to bestow upon you their entire life's worth of power, it would merely be a circulation of true qi. How could it possibly cause such a dramatic change in the celestial phenomena and create such a commotion?"

Second Dream covered her lips and chuckled softly, her expression serene and nonchalant:

"Because what my husband is passing on this time is a century's worth of internal energy, the commotion is naturally greater."

"century?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was struck dumb, as if by lightning.

"Tian'er..."

Chu Chu's face paled, her body trembled involuntarily, and she gripped Bu Jingyun's arm tightly until her knuckles turned white, her eyes filled with worry.

"Such great power... can Tian'er... can he withstand it? Will he be in danger?"

Bu Jingyun didn't speak, but his clenched fist tightened slightly—his heart was also unsettled.

Upon seeing this in the second dream, she gently comforted him:

"Don't worry, Chuchu, your husband is incredibly capable and knows what he's doing."

"This method of transferring power is gentle and mellow, and there will be no danger whatsoever; it will only be an immense stroke of good fortune."

As she said this, Second Dream tilted her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips.

Chu Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She subconsciously moved closer to Bu Jingyun, but her gaze remained fixed on the strange phenomena in the sky, refusing to look away for even a moment.

The howling wind could not conceal the turmoil in everyone's hearts.

Once he had calmed down a bit, Nie Feng's gaze inadvertently swept across Second Dream's face—

My heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Although it was their first meeting, the gentle and graceful demeanor of Madam Jiang gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Especially the way she slightly tilted her head just now—Nie Feng's heart felt like it had been clenched by something.

It's like... I've seen it somewhere a long time ago, maybe even—it's unforgettable.

Nie Feng opened his mouth, as if to ask something.

But then she thought again—the other party was Jiang Chen's wife, a woman of noble status.

Asking a question abruptly would be impolite and presumptuous.

He had no choice but to suppress the inexplicable sense of familiarity and remain silent with his head down.

I was probably just momentarily distracted because I was too tired from traveling these past few days.

...Probably.

Time flies, and it's gone in the blink of an eye.

On the top floor of the Supreme Elders' Pavilion, the astonishing transmission of power has been going on for a full day.

Strange phenomena continued to occur around the attic—

The winds and clouds gathered, spiritual energy surged like a tide, and faint thunder rumbled day and night.

Although Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and the others were extremely anxious, they knew that this was a crucial moment and dared not cause any disturbance. They could only wait outside the building for a whole day, patiently awaiting the outcome.

Inside the pavilion, Bu Tian sat cross-legged.

A century of refined skill, like the mighty Yangtze River, flows endlessly.

Bu Tian kept his mind clear and focused, and guided the monstrous wave through his limbs and meridians again and again, following the mental techniques of the Boundless Divine Skill.

One week... ten weeks... one hundred weeks...

As the true energy circulated, the violent and rampant aura around Bu Tian gradually receded like a tide, becoming calmer.

The foundation, which was originally somewhat weak, has become increasingly solid and stable, as firm as a rock, through countless cycles of circulation.

As dusk fell, the setting sun, like blood, dyed the sea of ​​clouds a golden-red hue.

Within Bu Tian's body, the final barrier suddenly burst open—

The internal energy accumulated over a century has been completely refined, flowing like a hundred rivers into the sea, and now lies dormant gently in the dantian.

In an instant, Bu Tian's aura changed.

The sharp edge that had once shone through in his youth vanished completely at this moment.

Instead, there is an indescribable profound peace.

He sat there quietly, seemingly merging with heaven and earth, forgetting himself and the world.

With each breath, it seems to resonate with the rhythm of the wind and clouds;

My heartbeat resonates with the earth.

Return to simplicity and authenticity; find the ultimate truth and achieve oneness!

This is the ultimate realm that countless martial arts practitioners dream of—the realm of the Supreme Master!

Bu Tian slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes held a restrained light, clear as water, yet unfathomable, as if containing a whole world within them.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air—

This breath condensed and did not dissipate, transforming into a white streak that shot straight for tens of feet, striking the hard redwood pillar with a "thud," penetrating deep into the wood.

Bu Tian composed himself, straightened his clothes, and knelt respectfully on the ground:

"Disciple Bu Tian kowtows to express gratitude to Master for his life-saving grace!"

Jiang Chen accepted the bow, then with a gentle wave of his sleeve, lifted Bu Tian up, and said calmly:

"Go on, don't keep your father waiting."

"yes!"

Bu Tian bowed and took his leave, then turned and stepped out of the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, the snow had just stopped.

When Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and the others saw the pavilion door wide open, their expressions brightened, and they all looked over.

Bu Tian walked out slowly and calmly.

His aura was completely contained, with not a trace of true energy leaking out, making him look like a frail scholar.

But upon closer inspection, one senses that his aura is profound, like an abyss or a mountain, unfathomable.

Bu Jingyun's eagle eyes narrowed, and a sharp glint flashed within them.

"drink!"

With a deep shout, without moving his body, his palm strike was already unleashed—

Cloud-Dispelling Palm - Cloudland Wonderland!

The clouds surged, palm shadows appeared one after another, their reality and illusion unpredictable, and with the force of an overwhelming mountain, they went straight for Bu Tian's face!

Although this palm strike wasn't delivered with full force, it was enough to test the depth of a top-tier master in the world.

Facing the palm strike coming straight at him, Bu Tian remained completely still, showing no sign of defense.

Until the palm strike was already upon him—

He slowly raised his hand, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, his five fingers slightly spread, and pressed forward lightly.

"Pop!"

A muffled thud, like a stone sinking into the sea.

The palm strike, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, vanished without a trace the instant it touched Bu Tian's palm.

There was no surging energy, no howling wind.

All the force was dissolved silently—truly without a ripple.

Bu Jingyun felt a vast and gentle force instantly envelop his palm strike, absorbing it completely as if devouring it, before turning into a gentle breeze that swept away the smoke.

He stood with his palms closed, and a hint of undisguised surprise finally crossed his face, which had been frozen like ice for millennia.

"Good!" Nie Feng clapped his hands and laughed.

"Returning to simplicity, true skill lies in simplicity! Bu Tian, ​​your current cultivation level is vastly different from before!"

Before the crowd could finish marveling at what had just happened, a strange change occurred.

From the direction of the Heavenly Palace, a radiant glow shot into the sky, piercing straight to the heavens!

A domineering and unparalleled martial arts intent, like a divine punishment, swept across an area of ​​dozens of miles in an instant.

In an instant—the heavens and earth fell silent, and all things froze.

The wind stopped, the snow stopped, and the clouds froze.

Bu Jingyun's expression changed drastically, his feet seemingly nailed to the ground—

An invisible, immense force descended from the sky, pressing down on him until every muscle was stretched to its limit, and the veins on his neck stood out clearly.

He gritted his teeth, stubbornly refusing to retreat even a step, and turned sideways to shield Chu Chu behind him.

Bu Tian immediately followed, blocking Chu Chu's other side, his brows furrowed.

Nie Feng wasn't much better off.

His shoulders suddenly felt heavy, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on them, and the stone slabs beneath his feet were cracked.

But his cultivation was ultimately a notch higher—he gritted his teeth and steadied himself.

He pulled Dugu Meng and Qing'er behind him and then reached out to support the swaying Nie Renwang.

Nie Renwang's face turned bright red, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Little Qing'er was so frightened that she buried her face in her mother's arms and didn't dare to make a sound.

Dugu Meng hugged her daughter tightly, her body trembling, but she still clung to Nie Feng's back.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, apart from Jiang Chen and Jiang Qingge in the Supreme Elders' Pavilion, Jiang Yi and Jiang Yao who had disappeared, as well as Second Dream and You Ruo—

Those below the Celestial Realm, whether birds and beasts, or wind, clouds, grass and trees, were all frozen in place, unable to move, as if under a spell.

This is—the Realm of Martial Intent!

"This aura...it's Duan Lang?!"

Nie Feng struggled to lift his head, looking towards the direction of the Heavenly Palace, his eyes filled with horror.

Bu Jingyun didn't speak, but his clenched fists betrayed him—his knuckles were cracking.

Duan Lang... he actually broke through to the Celestial Realm?!

Deep within the Heavenly Palace, Duan Lang stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as deep and boundless as the ocean.

Between the opening and closing of her eyes, it seemed as if the sun, moon, and stars were flickering within them.

"Is this... the Celestial Realm?"

Duan Lang murmured softly, feeling the terrifying power within him that controlled heaven and earth and whose words could be law, and a surge of heroic spirit rose in his heart.

The next moment, he frowned slightly and looked to the side.

As far as the eye could see, the two boys, though pale-faced and swaying slightly, were not completely suppressed by the true intent of martial arts like ordinary people, and were still able to hold on with difficulty.

It was his two sons—Duanshen and Duanswu.

"Hmm?" Duan Lang dispelled his oppressive aura and asked in surprise.

"Why weren't you two suppressed by my 'Martial Intent Realm'?"

Duan Shen and Duan Wu exchanged a glance, knowing they couldn't hide it any longer, and had no choice but to obediently bow and pay their respects.

Duan Shen scratched his head and chuckled:

"Reporting back to Father, your child... your child actually learned the supreme divine skill from Uncle Jiang long ago."

Duan Wu also cupped his hands and said:

"Father, you are wise. Uncle Jiang has passed on his unique skill to me."

"Although my cultivation level is still low, the essence of my technique transcends the mundane, which is why I can withstand my father's true martial arts intent."