I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Master, come up here!" Bu Tianchao beckoned to Wuming.

As Wuming watched this scene, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

The son of the dignified Bu Jingyun is actually hanging on that girl like a pendant...

But we can't worry about that right now.

Wuming leaped and landed steadily on the sword's tail.

The three of them stood still, and Jiang Qingge lightly touched the hilt of her sword with her toes.

With a hum, the longsword pierced the air and disappeared.

The sword light pierced the sky, carrying three figures as they streaked across the sea like meteors, hurtling off into the distance.

The Tianmen Ice Mountain behind us grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared at the horizon.

Deep within the Heavenly Gate lies the entrance to the Celestial Realm.

The divine judge had been waiting for a long time, his face full of anxiety, constantly staring at the huge, smooth, mirror-like ice wall.

He requested an audience several times, but all his requests went unanswered.

Half a day after Wuming escaped, a strange ripple finally appeared on the surface of the ice wall.

Deep within the ice wall, a gigantic, icy face slowly emerged, majestic and indifferent, like a god looking down upon ants.

"Divine judgment, why are you alarmed?"

The sound was like a rolling thunderclap, causing the divine judge's blood and qi to surge.

The divine judge dared not delay, hastily bowing his head, his voice trembling:

"I inquire of Indra,...something terrible has happened!"

"The nameless one was rescued, but the priest and the goddess... both perished in battle!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and two cold corpses were brought in. They were the goddess and priest who had been killed by Bu Tian.

The giant ice man was expressionless, revealing neither joy nor anger.

But in his heart, he was already burning with rage.

This time, he disguised himself as Xu Fu and traveled to Tianshan. He originally intended to trick Duan Lang into joining him in slaying the dragon and seizing the dragon's essence.

As a result, Duan Lang remained unmoved by either soft or hard tactics. After a thrilling chess battle, Duan Lang actually lost, not only suffering a humiliating defeat but also losing a significant amount of energy.

The dignified Lord of Tianmen just returned, seething with anger.

To my utter surprise, I had barely stepped into the Heavenly Gate when I heard this devastating news: even my most trusted subordinate was lying on the ground!

The enormous, icy face lowered slightly, its gaze falling on the two corpses.

The next instant, a surge of extraordinary, pure and powerful true energy erupted from the ice wall, transforming into a visible white light that continuously flowed into the body of the Divine Mother.

Sacred Heart Mantra!

In a short while, the Goddess, who had been completely dead, began to rise and fall in her chest, and her pale face quickly regained its color.

Then, she gasped sharply, her chest heaving violently, and miraculously opened her eyes—she was alive!

The divine judge, witnessing this miraculous resurrection, trembled with excitement and slammed his fist to the ground with a loud thud, his voice hoarse from extreme fervor.

"Indra's power is boundless! He is invincible!!"

The fear that had been in his eyes vanished, replaced by a fanatical faith that made him willing to give up his life.

He can even snatch the dead back from the clutches of Yama, the King of Hell. This is truly the power of Heaven! The omnipotent Indra!

As for the corpse of the priest next to him, Indra didn't even glance at it again.

Bringing the dead back to life is already defying the heavens, and forcibly using the Sacred Heart Technique to revive the Divine Mother at this moment has already aggravated his exhaustion.

As for the priests... they were incompetent and couldn't even keep an eye on a prisoner, so someone has to take the blame for this scandal.

Well, he's dead, which saves us from punishment.

"How many people rescued the nameless one?" Di Shitian withdrew his true energy and asked coldly.

"Two...two people," the judge answered tremblingly.

"A man and a woman, judging by their age... neither of them could be more than ten years old!"

"Two teenagers?!"

Indra's pupils contracted slightly, and a look of disbelief finally appeared on his enormous ice-man face.

"The boy is Bu Jingyun's son, Bu Tian."

"The girl's origins are unknown, but her swordsmanship is terrifying. She didn't even draw her sword, and we suffered heavy casualties..."

Bu Tian... and there's also a mysterious girl.

Indra muttered to himself, his heart filled with turbulent waves.

Two teenagers were able to roam the Heavenly Gate like it was their own backyard. The entire elite force of the sect couldn't stop these two children, and even had their priests and goddesses killed, and were then calmly taken away?!

This is an absolute disgrace!

A chilling killing intent flashed across Di Shitian's enormous, icy face.

But now is not the time to vent this anger.

The grand plan to slay the dragon is already on the verge of being launched, and it must be done.

Once you gather all seven martial arts to slay the dragon and obtain the Dragon Essence... Phoenix Blood plus Dragon Essence, you will be immortal and invincible!

At that time, let alone two teenagers, even if they turned the entire martial arts world upside down, it would only be a matter of a single thought.

"Let's put the nameless matter aside for now." Indra regained his composure, his gaze sharp as he looked down at the Divine Judge.

"I ask you, are you fully prepared with the dragon-slaying weapon?"

The judge quickly kowtowed: "Reporting to Indra, everything is ready!"

"The Silence of the Abyss is already in the storehouse; the Heavenly Sin, the Hero Sword, and the Peerless Sword have also been reforged, their sharpness surpassing even their former glory."

"The other three divine weapons, 'Gan Jiang,' 'Mo Xie,' and 'Tai A,' have also been completed!"

"Step down."

With a wave of his hand, Indra slowly dissipated the enormous ice sculpture face, which then merged back into the ice wall.

"Your subordinate takes his leave."

The divine judge breathed a sigh of relief and immediately bowed in respect.

He then quickly stepped forward and carefully helped the goddess, who had just recovered but was still very weak, to her feet. He then ordered his men to carry away the priest's body as well, and retreated cautiously.

After the divine judgment left, deep within the ice wall, the figure hidden behind layers of mysterious ice slowly turned around.

He was tall and slender, his whole body like solidified ice from ten thousand years ago. His face was crystal clear yet indistinct, with only his eyes revealing a sense of vicissitude and indifference as if he had looked down upon the ages.

Indra walked forward with his hands behind his back, passing through layers of ice curtains, heading towards the deepest part of the heavenly realm.

This is a forbidden area within the Heavenly Gate Forbidden Area; no one knows about it except him.

Inside the enormous ice cave, the cold air was so dense it was almost solidifying.

In the center of the ice cave, several huge ice pillars stand tall, each containing a human figure.

Men and women were all asleep with their eyes closed, as if time had stood still for them.

These are all unparalleled masters who have been loyal to Emperor Shitian for hundreds of years. They were once the pillars of the Heavenly Gate, but Emperor Shitian used the Sacred Heart Technique to freeze them, saving them to be awakened later as the Heavenly Gate's trump card.

Indra's gaze swept across the area, finally settling on two of the ice pillars.

On the left, a man in black is blocked.

His face was cold and stern, with sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples. Even in his sleep, he still exuded a chilling and sharp sword intent, like a drawn sword ready to pierce the sky at any moment.

The one on the right is sealed with a woman in white.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, and her temperament was aloof and otherworldly, like a fairy who had stepped out of the Moon Palace, surrounded by a light mist, ethereal and dreamlike.

"Fierce Soul, Snow Spirit," Di Shitian spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the empty ice cave.

"It's time to wake up after sleeping for over a hundred years."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved.

Two streams of pure, divine true energy shot out and disappeared into the ice pillar.

Click!Click!

With a crisp sound, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the millennia-old ice.

boom!

The icicles shattered, turning into countless shards of ice.

Two incredibly powerful auras erupted from the icy mist in an instant, engulfing the entire ice cave.

The man in black suddenly opened his eyes, and two sword beams, as solid as real objects, shot out, piercing two bottomless holes in the hard ice wall in front of him.

The woman in white slowly awoke, surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, her figure seemingly becoming transparent, as if she were about to ascend to immortality at any moment.

Li Hun and Xue Ling's vision gradually cleared, and when they saw the figure in front of them that looked like it was formed from condensed ice, their bodies trembled violently.

Without saying a word, they immediately knelt on one knee and shouted in unison:

"Your subordinate, Li Hun (Xue Ling), pays respects to Emperor Shitian!"

A hundred years ago, they were the most capable henchmen of Indra, who voluntarily allowed themselves to be frozen in ice, waiting only for their master's summons.

Indra nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the two of them:

"I have awakened you for only one thing."

"Please give your orders, Indra!" the two said in unison.

A playful smile curved the corners of Indra's lips as he slowly uttered two words:

"Slaying the dragon."

Beyond the heavens, behind the mountain.

The pavilion stands alone, shrouded in mist, with the sound of rustling pines.

The atmosphere inside the pavilion was heavy, and several figures sat restlessly.

"Tian'er has been gone for so long, why haven't we heard from her yet?"

Chu Chu's brows were furrowed, her handkerchief was twisted tightly in her hand until her knuckles turned white, and her gaze kept turning towards the outside of the mountain, full of anxiety.

Dugu Meng sighed softly, took Chu Chu's trembling hands in her hands, and gently comforted her:

"Chuchu, good fortune will always be with you."

"Tian'er is highly skilled in martial arts; he will surely be able to turn misfortune into good fortune."

Even so, her own hands were cold.

The Heavenly Gate is mysterious and unpredictable, and is full of experts. This trip is no different from venturing into a dragon's den or a tiger's lair. No one is sure of the outcome.

"Sigh..." Nie Renwang paced back and forth outside the pavilion with his hands behind his back, his footsteps almost creating a ditch in the ground.

"The Heavenly Gate's foundation is unfathomable, and the strength of Emperor Shitian is even more unfathomable."

"Although Tian'er is exceptionally gifted, he is still young. It is far too reckless for him to venture into danger alone this time."

Qing'er's eyes also reddened. She bit her lip and didn't say anything, just staring blankly at the path leading down the mountain. Her fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem of her clothes, almost pulling out loose threads.

Compared to the anxiety of the others, the other two people in the pavilion were calm and composed.

Beside the stone table, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun sat facing each other, playing chess.

The crisp sound of the black and white pieces falling to the ground seemed to be the only sound in the mountains free of sorrow.

"Senior Brother Yun, aren't you worried at all?" Nie Feng placed a piece on the board, raised his eyes, and smiled faintly.

Bu Jingyun's expression was cold and stern, his gaze fixed on the chessboard, showing no emotion.

"What's the use of worrying?" He picked up a white piece, gently placed it down, and captured a large portion of Nie Feng's pieces.

"Like father, like son. My son, Bu Jingyun, won't die so easily."

Nie Feng glanced at the chessboard, now a mess of pieces, and chuckled to himself.

Senior Brother Yun is as confident as ever...

"Furthermore," Bu Jingyun placed another piece, a hint of killing intent flashing within him.

"If anything truly happens to Tian'er, I will slaughter everyone at Tianmen and make Indra pay the price."

Those outside the pavilion were taken aback when they heard this.