I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Sky-Slaying Peak.

On the edge of the far northern wilderness, a broken sword that fell from the sky cleaved the horizon in two.

The moon was hidden behind heavy clouds, its faint, clear light painting the sheer cliffs that looked as if they had been carved by a knife and axe.

The mountain winds have ceased, and the snowflakes have stopped flying.

The entire mountain peak was enveloped in an eerie and heavy silence—

It's as if even the passage of time has completely frozen here.

however--

Beneath the calm surface, an indescribable restlessness was rising wildly from the deepest part of the mountain.

The seemingly indestructible rock strata could hardly bear its weight, emitting an extremely faint hum, like the cracking of glass.

The surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) seemed to have sensed the aura of some primordial beast, and all avoided and dispersed, creating an absolute void.

boom!

A dull, deafening roar erupted from the summit!

Rock fragments from the mountaintop scattered like arrows in a rain of bullets.

A burly and domineering figure crashed through layers of stone walls, carrying with it a long-accumulated loneliness and madness, and plunged into the silent night.

His long, disheveled hair billowed wildly in the strong wind, revealing a weathered yet resolute face.

Those deep pupils were burning with an unprecedentedly intense golden light.

"It's done!"

The shouting subsided.

The figure twisted in the void, and the Jingji Blade in his hand emitted a joyful yet ferocious long howl.

The blade trembled incessantly—

The originally restrained golden sword intent, like magma suppressed for thousands of years, found its only outlet in this instant.

Huang Ying's eyes widened, his blood and qi surged like thunder, and his will to change the world was poured into his hand.

Sun-Slaying Blade Technique - Shocking and Sun-Shattering!

The silent blade sliced ​​through the sky.

An extremely condensed and brilliantly dazzling golden blade of light burst forth—

It was like the blazing sun suddenly bursting forth from the depths of the netherworld!

"A sensation that will shake the three realms!"

Huang Ying roared wildly, the sound waves shattering the surrounding snow.

"It terrifies the common people!"

The golden light surged, its brilliance even surpassing the radiance of the moon in the heavens.

"Sever the Nine Heavens!"

The force of the blade sliced ​​through the air—the thick, leaden clouds that had been obscuring the sky were cleaved in two like tattered cloth!

"Breaking through the Ten Grounds!"

This strike is legendary and unparalleled.

As the blade struck the ground, the entire Sky-Slaying Peak trembled slightly.

The blade's momentum had not diminished.

It was like a raging dragon clad in golden scales, drawing a dazzling arc of light that stretched across the sky and earth in the night.

Eight miles away.

An ancient giant tree standing atop a mound, without any warning—

A ray of golden light swept down from the sky and passed right through my body.

There wasn't even a sound of it breaking.

The sturdy trunk, strong enough for several people to hug, had split into two halves, sliding off diagonally to reveal a smooth, mirror-like wooden cross-section with faint traces of burning.

The golden blade of light gradually dissipated into the void after severing the giant tree, leaving behind only a terrifying vacuum chasm.

Huang Ying stood on the edge of the cliff.

The Jingji Blade in his hand still trembled incessantly, and bloodstains appeared at the base of his thumb—yet it could not suppress the almost manic pleasure in his eyes.

He looked down at the masterpiece that spanned eight miles.

The previously tense shoulders finally relaxed—but an even stronger momentum surged up from the spine.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The hearty laughter echoed repeatedly across the vast wilderness, causing distant snow wolves to howl and give way.

Huang Ying plunged the Jingji Blade heavily into the hard bluestone beneath his feet, his expression arrogant, his gaze piercing through the thick fog, looking towards the vast and distant horizon.

Since entering seclusion, he has suffered from loneliness and the torment of inner demons.

Finally, tonight, the final change that had troubled me for so long was completely resolved and returned to my true self.

"Awe-inspiring and groundbreaking... truly worthy of my painstaking efforts!"

He straightened up steadily in the wind and snow.

The once restless golden blade has now returned to peace, yet it is now even more substantial and unfathomable than before.

With a flick of his long sleeves, Huang Ying reached out and drew Jing Ji.

Clang—

The crisp metallic sound of the blade returning to its sheath stirred the last ripples in the still night.

"The pinnacle of unparalleled power—I have arrived."

Now in his fifties, he has touched the true other shore of martial arts tonight.

At this moment, Huang Ying's eyes were fixed only on that solitary path leading to the vast and desolate horizon.

Even if the road ahead is nothingness, he is determined to carve out his own eternal martial path in this desolate world.

Outside Wentian Town, there is a ten-mile-long snow-covered forest.

The north wind howled through the gnarled, withered branches, sounding like the low growl of a trapped beast.

Deep in the forest, flickering campfires illuminated cold and grim faces.

Hundreds of men in tight-fitting clothes sat on the ground, their armor gleaming coldly in the firelight.

Five oddly shaped flags were planted diagonally in the frozen soil, fluttering wildly in the wind.

The totems embroidered on the flag appeared and disappeared in the darkness, exuding an absurdity and eeriness from beyond the borders.

Forest Clearing Center

A magnificent carriage, as large as a small hill, lies quietly dormant.

With black wood as its frame and dark gold paving, the roof of the carriage was covered with heavy animal fur, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression in the wind and snow.

Within a radius of three zhang, no one dared to set foot even an inch.

Only the gazes cast by those burly men were filled with a deep-seated, humble reverence.

Beside a campfire sheltered from the wind.

It was bright red and crackling.

A stunningly alluring figure leaned against a tree trunk.

His long hair trailed on the ground, and his eyes were like a fox's. He was examining his fingertips by the firelight.

Those were hands as slender as jade, almost without a trace of the calluses of a martial artist—

She was even more delicate than the average woman.

Two deep blue rings, as blue as the sea, were securely placed on her slightly upturned index finger.

At that very moment—

Heavy footsteps echoed from the woods.

A burly man with a fierce face, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"Reporting to the Chief Flag Master—Scouts at the front report that the Anti-Heaven Alliance has completed its assembly in Wentian Town and will launch a major attack on Tianmen in three days."

The alluring man didn't even lift his eyelids, his gaze still fixed on the blue ring on his finger, his tone languid as if discussing a completely unrelated trivial matter:

"understood."

The burly man hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Your subordinate dares to ask... should we act ahead of schedule?"

"What's the rush?"

The man parted his lips slightly, exhaling a thin puff of cold smoke, the corners of his lips curving upwards slightly:

"Let them fight first, let the dogs fight, the fiercer the better."

He finally raised his fox-like eyes, the firelight flickering in their depths, reflecting a chilling smile:

"When the martial arts world of the Central Plains is exhausted from fighting each other, that will be the best time for us to step in."

The burly man shuddered, dared not ask any more questions, kowtowed, and retreated into the shadows.

The man withdrew his gaze and looked again at the dark, inky horizon.

The winds in the far north are getting stronger.

He remained motionless, the deep blue ring on his finger subtly shifting in the firelight—

It seems to be quietly waiting for a certain moment to arrive.

Apart from the occasional crackling of dry firewood in the fire, the entire snow-covered forest was as silent as an abyss.

Deep in the ocean, at the Heavenly Gate.

Dark clouds loomed, and people were filled with unease.

The once sacred and solemn holy land is now being quietly eroded by a poisonous miasma called "panic".

Within the human realm, thousands of experts, each harboring their own ulterior motives, were causing a great commotion and unrest.

In a corner, two experts from Tianmen were arguing in hushed tones.

"I've packed my bags. Are you coming or not? If the big battle breaks out, we can head south in the chaos and maybe survive—"

"Are you insane?" The other man gripped the broken blade tightly, his eyes filled with resolute determination.

"Indra has treated us well, yet now that the Heavenly Gate is collapsing, are you going to desert?"

"Not stingy?" The man sneered, his voice even lower.

"Look at those people in this area, aren't they all just used as pawns and then discarded? Today you're risking your life for them, tomorrow they won't even remember your name!"

The person holding the blade gripped the hilt tightly, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

A silence spread between the two—a silence more terrifying than fear itself.

It's wavering!!

Inside the main hall further away, hundreds of Tianmen disciples knelt on the ground, repeatedly chanting the same phrase—

"May Indra live forever, his might shake the nine heavens..."

The voices were uniform, yet hollow, like the babbling of a dead man.

They still trembled in the shadow that shrouded the Heavenly Gate—blindly believing:

Indra is the eternal and invincible being in this world.

The extreme point of the earth.

The biting wind chilled to the bone, and the stench of blood was frozen solid into the ice.

Since the previous several brutal massacres, the experts of the territories have either died in battle or betrayed their masters.

Now, only eight figures remain, sitting cross-legged like rocks, guarding the ice wall.

The Eight Great Generals.

They were expressionless, breathing and regulating their energy in the extreme cold.

However, upon closer inspection, more than half of the eight people bore shocking injuries—

Some people had faces as pale as paper, their breathing was obviously weak and unstable, and their meridians trembled slightly with each breath.

Some people had their brows furrowed and their foreheads covered in cold sweat, clearly trying to suppress the surging internal energy within their bodies.

The silence was broken by a low voice.

"If this drags on any longer, we'll all die here."

A divine general slowly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse.

"There's no one left in this area except for the eight of us. We don't know when those Anti-Heaven Alliance forces outside will attack—we can still leave if we leave now."

"Leave?" another general sneered.

"Where are you going? Those who betray Indra, what good end does they ever have?"

"Is staying here to die a good ending?" the man glared back.

"It's not that I'm afraid of death—but dying like this wouldn't even cause a splash!"

The generals exchanged glances, their silence tinged with uncertainty.

That's enough.

A deep, resonant voice came from the front.

The leading divine commander never opened his eyes; though his face was equally pale, his aura remained as steady as an abyss.

"Indra has shown us the grace of rebirth. What were the eight of us back then? Stray dogs on the street, mud in the ditch. It was Indra who pulled us out of the pile of dead bodies and gave us everything we have today."

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over everyone present—cold, yet undeniable:

"As long as Tianmen stands, we stand. If Tianmen perishes, we will be buried with it."

"Anyone who wants to leave, get out now. But from this day forward, don't call yourself one of the Eight Great Generals."

No one answered.

The divine general who had just suggested leaving clenched his fists, then closed his eyes and began to meditate again.

The eight figures remained motionless, like rocks.

His aura was chilling, like eight deadly blades already sheathed but waiting to be drawn.

We swear to be loyal to our master who reigns high in the heavens, and will never retreat even a step.

At the summit of the heavens.

Frozen and frozen, all things ceased to exist.

There was no noise, only a solitude that could freeze the soul.

In the heart of the vast ice plain, a figure was surrounded by mysterious ice, his face blurred, only his outline visible.

It wasn't a person breathing—but rather a strange rhythm maintained in the silence.

The night in the far north has sunk to its deepest point.