I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Deep within the scorching lava, a colossal creature lay curled up, fast asleep.

The dragon's body was covered with dense, dark gold scales, each the size of a millstone, which shimmered faintly in the crimson light of the lava.

With each breath of the dragon, huge whirlpools formed in the surrounding magma, causing the mountain to tremble slightly.

"He slept soundly."

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and was about to make a move when he glanced at the edge of the island and suddenly paused.

On a secluded rock in a corner of the island, sat an old man with white hair and a white beard.

The old man had a kind face and was playing chess by himself in front of a chessboard. Every now and then he would pick up a chess piece, examine it for a long time in the sea breeze, and then gently put it down.

It's like they're rehearsing some ancient, unsolved mystery.

"Smile three times..."

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes and recognized the old man in an instant.

This old guy is staying here; he's definitely waiting for something to happen.

In the entire world of Fengyun, if you were to ask who the biggest cheater is, besides himself, it would be Xiao Sanxiao, who has lived for four thousand years.

Just like myself, they know everything about the past and future, and they spend their days speculating about some great calamity.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he calculated, he failed to account for himself as a "variable".

It's not his fault; he's always kept a low profile in the martial arts world and never shows his face in public.

"What a muddle-headed old man," Jiang Chen thought to himself, shaking his head inwardly.

This old man talks about saving the world and preventing a great calamity every day, but who is the source of this calamity?

Isn't that his two mischievous sons?

He clearly foresaw that his son would wreak havoc on the world, yet he developed an inappropriate fatherly heart and couldn't bring himself to kill him.

This so-called compassion will ultimately cost the lives of all people.

In Jiang Chen's view, this old man had lived for four thousand years, yet he didn't even have the courage to sever ties with cause and effect.

Unable to handle the mess he created, he could only shamelessly shift all the burden onto his two juniors, Feng and Yun, calling it "destiny."

However, even if this old thing had lived for four thousand years, Jiang Chen didn't take it seriously.

He flashed and plunged straight into the bottomless lake of fire.

The moment it plunged into the lake of fire, everything around it suddenly boiled over.

The deeper you sink, the thicker the magma becomes, turning almost black with a deep red color. Waves of heat surge after wave, enough to instantly melt steel and evaporate flesh and blood.

Deep within, not even light could penetrate; all around was a churning crimson, as if the entire world were melting.

This is a place that ordinary people can't even get close to, let alone sink to the bottom.

River dust is impervious to heat and cold, and is not harmed by water or fire.

In his eyes, this fiery lake was no different from any ordinary river.

I continued downhill, my steps steady, not even bothering to speed up, and just like that, I sank into the abyss.

They didn't stop until their feet touched the bottom of the lake.

A huge hole was clearly visible in the rock wall ahead. The entrance was wide, and the depth inside was unfathomable, without the slightest sound.

He went inside.

There was no lava inside the cave—this was the first strange thing.

Beyond the cave entrance, a crimson curtain of fire hung, isolating the inside from the outside and completely blocking out the vast expanse of lava outside, like some kind of extremely ancient restriction that has been in operation for countless years.

Once you stand still, an extremely ancient aura washes over you, heavy and weighty, like time itself seeping out from the depths of the earth.

There was a faint, dim light emanating from the rock face; it didn't shine very far, but it was enough.

In the darkness, a colossal creature lay on its side, its size like a mountain.

The snoring was thunderous; with each breath, the stone ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, and even the air seemed to vibrate gently.

Jiang Chen walked slowly closer, and the closer he got, the stronger the feeling became—

The breath, like a heat wave, came repeatedly, carrying a strong fishy smell and the scorching smell of lava, making the hem of my clothes flutter slightly.

Only when you get closer can you finally see the true face of the "dragon".

The skull was huge and ferocious, with its mouth slightly open, revealing a row of jagged, sharp teeth, each one gleaming coldly and sharp as a sword; just one glance at it was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Its forelimbs were short and curled up in front of its chest, its hind limbs were thick as pillars, and a huge tail covered with dark scales dragged casually behind it, pressing down so hard that it left a deep groove in the ground.

This is hardly a dragon soaring through the clouds.

It was clearly a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"really."

Jiang Chen wasn't surprised; the corners of his mouth merely curled up slightly, with an indescribable hint of amusement.

The world calls it "Divine Dragon" simply because no living person has ever seen a Tyrannosaurus Rex and doesn't know what it is.

"Sixty-five million years..."

He murmured something under his breath, his gaze slowly sweeping along the outline of the giant beast, from its skull to the tip of its tail, looking as if he were examining some worthless antique.

"It's not easy to have lived this long."

Unfortunately, it's over for today.

With a light leap, he landed on the dragon's head.

Stepping on icy, scaled armor felt like treading on metal, so hard it was devoid of emotion.

The dragon continued to breathe, and the scales beneath its feet rippled gently with the rise and fall of its chest, as if it were standing on a breathing mountain.

This beast is made of steel. Even after cultivating for two thousand years, Indra could not make a single cut without finding its weakness.

But Heaven always leaves a way out—what seems like an invincible place actually hides seven fatal weaknesses.

This is the true origin and development of Indra's "Seven Martial Arts Slaying Dragons":

Seven peerless divine weapons, seven masters, piercing seven vital points at the same instant—not one can be missing, not one can be missing.

Jiang Chen stood atop the dragon's head, hands behind his back, gazing into the shadows, lost in thought.

Ultimately, what Indra wanted was never the "dragon-slaying" itself.

He possessed profound resources, accumulated over two thousand years, and his amassed divine weapons piled up like mountains.

If he only wanted to kill a dragon, he could do it all by himself.

But he insisted on gathering seven top masters, wanting to bring all the most outstanding figures in the martial arts world into the same game, and watch them fight desperately on the chessboard he had designed, following his script step by step.

All living beings are ants, and all things are chess pieces.

For Indra, slaying the dragon was merely the endgame of a game—the process was what he truly cared about.

"Find joy in the mundane world."

Jiang Chen gave a slight, ambiguous smile, his expression a mix of mockery and regret.

"This kind of person will eventually die because of their own interests."

He regained his composure and looked down at the enormous, sleeping creature at his feet.

They stared at each other for a moment—the dragon was completely unaware, still snoring loudly.

"I'll lend you the Dragon Essence in return for a sweet dream." He paused.

"That's considered compensation."

Her lips parted slightly, and a very soft melody quietly flowed out.

The song echoed deep within the cave, carried back and forth by the rock walls, brushing against every crevice, creating a continuous reverberation that sounded like water, like wind, like something coming from a great distance.

At first listen, it sounds like a simple tune hummed by an ordinary farm woman to lull her child to sleep—plain, unremarkable, and even a bit lazy.

But what if some peerless master happens to pass by the cave entrance—

The mere sound of that song was enough to terrify the other person, leaving them utterly horrified.

Because hidden within this melody is the boundless power of the primordial spirit, which is all-pervasive, nourishing everything silently, and quietly seeping into the depths of the consciousness of all living beings around it.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex was already asleep.

Under the influence of this spiritual power, its breathing became slower and deeper, its massive body completely relaxed, and its snoring gradually subsided, sinking into a level deeper than deep sleep.

The scales beneath my feet ceased to pulsate, and all fell into deathly silence.

At this moment, even if it were skinned alive, it wouldn't feel a thing.

"I..." Jiang Chen nodded, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

"That's truly an act of great kindness."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly turned serious.

Raise one hand slightly, fingers spread.

His divine energy responded immediately—seven distinct elements—metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder—converged wildly and materialized.

In an instant, seven dazzling divine swords appeared out of thin air around him, some sharp, some heavy, some blazing, some thunderous, and some full of vitality, each with its own unique charm and sharpness, their seven-colored radiance illuminating the entire cave.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze slowly sweeping over the dragon's head, taking in the locations of the seven vital points one by one.

He then flicked his finger lightly.

call out!call out!call out!

Seven divine lights burst forth from the darkness, shooting stars catching up with the moon, precisely piercing seven vital points in the same instant.

puff.

A casual remark.

The seven swords were buried all the way in, with only the hilts sticking out.

The dragon's body trembled slightly, then came to a complete stop.

The thunderous snoring subsided, and the last wisp of heat from the dragon's nostrils dissipated, like the last flicker of a candle flame, extinguished silently.

The entire cave suddenly became eerily quiet.

This ancient beast, which had slept deep underground for countless years, reached its end in a beautiful dream it was unaware of.

For this moment, Indra had been planning for hundreds of years, gathering seven top experts and preparing seven peerless divine weapons.

Jiang Chen, on the other hand, took less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

He lightly jumped off the dragon's head and landed on the rocky ground, looking up at the enormous creature before him.

The creature that was snoring loudly just moments before now lies motionless in the cave, its death quieter than its sleep.

The hilts of the seven divine swords were still exposed, and the seven-colored light flowed silently in the deathly silence, making the whole scene seem particularly absurd.

The prey that Indra had been waiting for for hundreds of years was gone just like that.

Just then, the enormous dragon head slowly began to move.

It wasn't resurrection—it was the final relaxation of a muscle after death, the half-open dragon's mouth silently opening completely.

A crimson light silently emerged from between those rows of gleaming, sharp teeth.

Its entire body was crimson red, like a compressed flame, radiating terrifying energy fluctuations that sent chills down one's spine.

Like a miniature sun, its radiance was so intense that it almost blinded people.

Dragon Essence!!

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, and a warm current flowed into his mouth and nose, instantly warming his limbs and bones, making him feel indescribably comfortable even in the gaps between his bones.

"Such pure energy."

He reached out and grabbed.

hum-

An invisible suction force erupted, and the crimson dragon essence instantly fell into his palm.

The instant the palm struck, a terrifyingly high temperature suddenly exploded—

It's not "hot," but an extreme temperature that can instantly melt metal and burn through the void, pouring directly into the palm, drilling into the bone crevices, and seeping into the blood vessels.

Anyone in that situation would have lost their hand.