I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Jiang Chen remained expressionless, slowly closing his five fingers together. The divine power in his palm surged like a reversed Milky Way, tightly enveloping the raging dragon essence.

Two extreme forces collided violently within a small space—

The void twisted and hissed, as if space itself was about to be torn apart at any moment.

In the end, it was Long Yuan who withdrew first.

The tens of millions of degrees of heat were met with a nemesis in the face of Jiang Chen's divine power. It was forced back into the depths, its light subsided, and after struggling for a few breaths, it fell into complete silence, as docile as a plaything.

Looking at the crystal-clear pearl in his palm, still faintly warm, Jiang Chen twitched the corner of his mouth and casually put it into his pocket.

His gaze returned to the dragon's corpse.

He was a little curious, so he stretched out two fingers, held them together like a sword, and gently ran them across the dragon scales.

One-tenth of my strength.

The scales remained completely still, not even leaving a white mark, as if a finger had been drawn on a stone.

Jiang Chen slightly raised his eyelids, and the sword energy at his fingertips subtly intensified—by thirty percent.

But for him, thirty percent was already the result of twenty thousand years of accumulated cultivation.

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Where the sword energy landed, the layer of jet-black dragon scales finally cracked slowly with an extremely subtle tremor, the cut edges charred black and emitting wisps of white smoke.

Even this is a dead dragon; if it were alive, this sword energy probably wouldn't even be able to scratch its skin.

No weapon in the world can penetrate this layer of scales head-on.

If the dragon didn't have those seven vital points, its defenses alone would make it invincible, and no matter how hard the heroes of the world tried, it would all be in vain.

A glint of light flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes.

In that case... this scale armor is priceless.

"These scales, tempered by heavenly fire and integrated into divine weapons, prevent the blade from dulling or losing its sharpness. Ordinary weapons that clash with them are simply inviting humiliation."

His gaze then fell upon the flesh beneath the scales, brimming with vitality.

Even though its life force had been cut off, the dragon meat still emitted a faint red glow, as translucent as red jade. Every inch of it contained an astonishing amount of pure vital energy, as if any piece of it could be a top-grade medicinal herb.

"Flesh and blood can be used to refine pills. Hundreds of thousands of catties of dragon meat are enough to refine tens of thousands of small dragon essences—if a mortal obtains one, it is no problem to cleanse his bones and marrow, prolong his life and increase his strength."

Finally, his gaze fell upon the mouthful of fangs and the dragon bones beneath the flesh.

Its fangs are several feet long, gleaming coldly, like natural divine weapons; any one of them could be sold as a treasure.

The texture of the dragon bone is extremely rare, even denser than divine iron.

"Forging divine weapons, capable of cutting through iron like mud."

He smiled slightly and waved his sleeve.

"Now that we're here, how can we waste such a wonderful place?"

Jiang Chen's aura suddenly changed, and his body became like a divine furnace that could melt the heavens and earth. Terrifying fluctuations swept through the entire cave, and even the eerie light on the rock walls trembled uneasily.

"Heaven and earth are the furnace, creation is the craftsman—yin and yang are the charcoal, and all things are the copper!"

"Refine!"

boom--

Divine fire surged forth from within his body, instantly transforming into a raging sea of ​​fire that swallowed the mountain of dragon corpses.

This is no ordinary fire; it is the Divine Fire of Creation, imbued with Jiang Chen's supreme martial will.

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The divine fire scorched the dragon, softening its hard scales and melting its body. The ancient overlord gradually dissipated in the flames.

With a slight thought, Jiang Chen's divine fire changed accordingly, automatically distinguishing flesh and bone from scales, essence from impurities, without the slightest error.

Crimson essence rises, spinning, compressing, and condensing at high speed—

Before long, tens of thousands of crimson pills floated in the air, each one round and exuding a unique fragrance. These were the Lesser Dragon Essences, capable of transforming mortals.

With another thought, the divine fire transformed into several streams, precisely diverting into different directions—

Scales and armor belong to one path, bones belong to one path, and fangs belong to one path. The three are rapidly smelted in their respective furnaces, impurities are removed, and the essence is retained. Finally, they merge into the same molten flow and become one.

boom--

A flash of white light appeared, and divine fire scattered in all directions.

Ten terrifying sword beams burst forth from the raging divine fire.

Ten divine weapons hung in mid-air, each with a different posture—some like dragons leaping, some as still as a frozen abyss, and some as powerful as thunder pressing down.

On each of the weapons, a terrifying dragon shadow appeared and disappeared, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, its oppressive power terrifying.

But within each weapon, the dragon's emotions and intentions remain—mixed, disordered, and indistinguishable, like ten clumps of murky mud churned together.

Jiang Chen flipped his palms over, his ten fingers clasped together, and the true essence in his palms transformed into ten strands of energy, which simultaneously entered the ten divine weapons, drawing out all the mixed emotions and thoughts within them.

Ten turbid emotions gathered in the void before his palm, intertwining and surging like ten venomous snakes tangled together.

He flicked his fingers rapidly, each breath as fine as a needle, precisely piercing into every wisp of chaos—

Strip away the majesty, strip away the anger, strip away the joy, sorrow, fear, attachment, hatred, greed, jealousy, and madness one by one.

Like attracts like, and unlike repels like.

Ten chaotic masses transformed into ten strands of purity.

He pushed out with both palms—

Ten strands of purest emotion were simultaneously poured into ten divine weapons!

boom--!!

The entire cave trembled violently, rocks flew everywhere, and cracks in the rock walls suddenly spread for hundreds of feet.

Ten divine weapons simultaneously unleashed an astonishing phenomenon!

Ten emotions, ten extremes, collide and clash wildly in the cramped cave!

Intimidation and rage were locked in a fierce struggle, ecstasy and despair intertwined and tore at each other, fear and madness stimulated and amplified each other, obsessive love and hatred were irreconcilable, and greed and jealousy vied to devour each other's auras.

The entire cave was torn to pieces by these ten completely different terrifying thoughts, and even the lake of fire outside surged with towering waves.

Jiang Chen stood unmoved at the eye of the storm.

Kamui!

God's wrath!

God rejoices!

God have mercy!

The gods were terrified!

God loves you!

God hates it!

God is greedy!

God is jealous!

God is mad!

As the ten names were mentioned, the ten divine weapons trembled simultaneously, their auras suddenly receding, like ferocious beasts tamed by their masters, their oppressive power completely withdrawn, returning to silence.

Those who obtain a divine weapon, if the weapon recognizes them as its master, will be able to sense the martial arts principles engraved deep within the weapon—

That was a peerless divine skill far beyond human imagination, formed by the fusion of the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and the original emotions of the dragon.

However, at the same time, they will inevitably suffer the backlash and consequences brought about by this emotion.

Jiang Chen watched as the ten weapons slowly rotated in mid-air, each radiating a distinct and fierce light, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The ancient overlord was completely dismantled, and even the filth inside his belly was burned to ashes by divine fire and vanished without a trace.

Things that have lived between heaven and earth for tens of millions of years have become history at this moment.

Jiang Chen made a grabbing motion from a distance, using his soft strength to pull the vines on the rock wall together like a gathering of spirit snakes, and soon they wove into a giant vine bag in the void.

He waved his sleeve—

Ten thousand pills and ten divine weapons, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, all entered into the bag.

Looking at the large, bulging bag in front of him, Jiang Chen's lips curled into a playful smile.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the depths, as if seeing through the void the scene of the auspicious day.

"Indra has been planning for hundreds of years, all for the sake of this battle of Jingrui and Dragon Slaying."

"What if he comes with a large force, only to find there's nothing on the island in the middle of the lake..."

"That old man's face—"

"It must be quite spectacular."

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, clouds and mist swirl around.

Deep in the bamboo forest behind the mountain, far from the hustle and bustle of the martial world, it is as quiet and secluded as another world.

In the pavilion at the end of the bamboo grove, two figures were hunched over a desk, writing furiously.

Second Dream was dressed in plain clothes, with a cool and aloof expression, but her hand holding the pen was extremely steady, and her ink strokes were as sharp as knives.

You Ruo, standing next to her, was much more casual. Several ink stains had already appeared on her lake-green silk dress, but she was completely unaware of them. She was biting the pen and tilting her head to examine her masterpiece.

The paintings on the rice paper weren't landscapes, flowers, or birds—they were comic strips.

The figures in the painting are lifelike, with the Cloud-Dispelling Palm striking with great force and the Wind God Kick kicking so hard that smoke rises from the paper. Next to it are the two large characters "Wind and Cloud".

This is a new pastime they came up with in their spare time—drawing pictures of interesting stories from the martial arts world and the stories Jiang Chen told them, stroke by stroke, into a picture book.

"Dream, look at Nie Feng's hair, isn't it drawn too long?" You Ruo held up the paper and waved it in front of Second Dream's eyes.

Second Dream glanced at it, a smile playing on her lips:

"My husband once said that Nie Feng's style is called 'elegant,' and that he looks more dashing with longer hair."

"Alright then." You Ruo lowered her head and added a few more strokes, then chuckled.

"Then I'll draw Bu Jingyun's cloak bigger; my husband says that's 'cool'."

Just as the two were immersed in their creative work—

boom!

A muffled thud broke the tranquility of the back hill.

The entire bamboo forest seemed to have been slapped from below by something, and the bamboo leaves fell in a rustling sound.

Both of them were startled at the same time. Their pens trembled, and ink splattered all over the paper. The once majestic Bu Jingyun was instantly turned into a big mess.

"Oh no! My painting!" Youruo's eyebrows furrowed in distress.

"Who?" Second Dream reacted much faster, frowning and looking coldly out of the bamboo forest.

But the next second, a familiar laugh came from the other side of the woods.

"My ladies, your husband is home!"

With a flash of white, Jiang Chen was already standing outside the pavilion.

However, the current look... is truly an eyesore.

He was carrying an enormous, heavy rattan bag on his shoulder. When he put it down on the ground, it made a dull thud, and the stone slab immediately dented several inches.

The two women were stunned for a moment, then You Ruo's eyes lit up, and she rushed over, lifting her skirt and looking the large rattan bag up and down several times.

"Husband, where did you go rob someone?" She poked the vine, her curiosity piqued.

"Such a huge package...did they empty out some sect's warehouse?"

Second Dream also put down her paintbrush and came over, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead—

With her husband's cultivation level, let alone sweating, even soaking in lava would feel like soaking in a hot spring.

But Second Dream did it every time, not to wipe away sweat, but to make herself feel at ease.

"Did your trip go smoothly, my husband?" she asked softly.

Jiang Chen dusted off his hands, put his arms around the waists of the two ladies, kissed them on the cheek, and laughed heartily.

"Robbery? That's so unsophisticated."

"I'm going to buy some goods."

"Buying goods?" You Ru blinked her big eyes.

"What kind of goods do you need to pack in such big bags?"

Jiang Chen smiled and patted the rattan bag.

"If what's inside gets out, it'll cause a huge uproar in the entire martial arts world."