I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The father and son, one firm and the other gentle, one domineering and the other mild, formed a perfect cycle.

The immense power contained within the divine essence continuously circulated and merged within Bu Jingyun's body. With each complete cycle, a wisp of power was refined and absorbed, becoming his own.

Along with his power, Di Shitian also absorbed many profound martial arts insights from his cultivation.

These distinctly different martial arts concepts kept appearing, colliding, and merging in Bu Jingyun's mind like a revolving lantern.

Bu Jingyun's consciousness was gradually swallowed up by these martial arts essences.

He entered a state of enlightenment.

The aura around him became sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes hard and sometimes soft, rising and falling like the tides.

Bu Tian sensed the change in his father's aura, but he did not panic. He simply maintained the output of the Boundless Divine Skill to protect Bu Jingyun's meridians from damage.

Time passed little by little.

The moon rises and sets, and the stars move westward.

All night long.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and a faint, pale white appeared on the eastern horizon.

Just at the break of dawn—

A wisp of purple mist rose from the eastern horizon, stretching across the sky and converging directly towards Bu Jingyun's location!

Purple energy came from the east and completely entered Bu Jingyun's body!

Bu Jingyun's aura suddenly surged at this moment!

The internal energy that had been circulating smoothly suddenly surged wildly within his body like a flood bursting its banks!

The Overlord Technique, the power within the Divine Essence, and all the complex martial arts essence merged into one in that instant!

Bu Tian's pupils shrank sharply as he instantly sensed the earth-shattering changes within his father's body.

The refining process is complete.

No—it's not just that the refining is complete.

It is a sudden realization.

Bu Tian decisively stopped his attack, removed his palms from Bu Jingyun's back, and quickly retreated several feet.

The very next moment he stepped back—

Bu Jingyun's body slowly floated up.

With his eyes closed, he sat cross-legged in the morning light, his true energy forming a visible vortex that swept up all the fallen leaves and pebbles on the ground.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and transparent like never before.

Bu Jingyun landed from the suspension, his feet firmly planted on the bluestone slabs.

The next moment, he moved.

Cloud-Dispelling Palm.

First move.

The wind howled through his palm, but unlike before—the same move, his palm drew nine completely different trajectories in mid-air.

Each trajectory represents a completely new change.

The second move follows immediately, with nine more variations.

The third move, the fourth move...

The Twelve Forms of Cloud-Dispelling Palm have each given rise to nine unprecedented new moves.

Twelve times nine equals one hundred and eight variations!

As Bu Jingyun performed his technique, he muttered a mantra that no one had ever heard before—

"Severing oneself from life and death, becoming indifferent and without thought."

"Depart from form and knowledge, sit upright and learn to unite your mind."

The palm wind changes unpredictably with the incantation, sometimes as fierce as thunder, sometimes as gentle as spring water flowing around the finger.

"Something was formed out of chaos, and heaven and earth were born; the Tao follows the natural order, and thus it moves in the opposite direction."

"A humble heart is like a valley without limits; great achievements seem flawed, fullness seems empty."

One hundred and eight variations unfold like a magnificent scroll in the morning light, each palm strike embodying the perfect unity of ultimate strength and ultimate gentleness.

"Snow surges forth and transforms itself, turning the world upside down; all things are formed from one breath and transform themselves."

"The Tao is like water, gentle yet firm, capable of overcoming difficulties; it surges like waves crashing against the shore, easily transforming all things."

The final move is executed.

Bu Jingyun withdrew his palm and stood still, his aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

A morning breeze swept by, ruffling his robes and long hair.

Bu Tian stood several feet away, quietly watching all of this, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

He could tell—

Overnight, the old man comprehended a completely new internal energy cultivation method.

Enter the Tao with a mind free of desires, follow the changes of the I Ching, overcome the hard with the soft, and defeat the strong enemy with change.

The Cloud-Dispelling Palm is still the Cloud-Dispelling Palm, and the Twelve Forms are still the Twelve Forms.

However, driven by this new mental technique, each move can give rise to nine completely different variations, totaling one hundred and eight moves. Each move is different, and each move is connected, creating an endless cycle.

"Father, what is this new martial arts technique called?" Bu Tian asked.

Bu Jingyun remained silent for a moment, seemingly pondering the profound insights that had flooded his mind during his sudden enlightenment.

After a long silence, he spoke.

"The key to ease of living."

Bu Tian nodded slightly, silently memorizing those four words.

Bu Jingyun turned his head and looked at his son.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, a rare occurrence.

"Tian'er".

"Come on, practice with your father."

Bu Tian paused for a moment, then smiled.

He lifted the hem of his robe and slowly walked into the courtyard.

The father and son stood facing each other in the morning light.

The wind stopped, and the leaves fell.

The next instant, the two struck out with their palms simultaneously!

Overwhelming!

Driven by the Wuqiu Yijue, Bu Jingyun's Overwhelming Force unleashed nine completely different variations in a single palm strike!

The nine palm strikes each went their own way, yet at the same moment they converged into a devastating torrent!

Bu Tian's overwhelming force had no fancy variations, only the purest power—

The Ninefold Boundless Divine Skill is stacked upon each other, and when a single palm strike is unleashed, it is as powerful as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami surging!

The two palm strikes collided violently in the center of the courtyard.

boom!!!

Iron Heart Island.

Huai Mie's tomb stands halfway up the mountain.

That was the best place on the island, backed by green mountains and facing the sea, with a gentle breeze blowing all year round and wildflowers blooming eternally.

The tombstone is enormous, carved from a single piece of blue rock, and its surface is densely covered with inscriptions.

It was carved by Huai Kong himself.

He spent three whole days and nights carving his elder brother's life story, word by word, into the stone.

My elder brother lived a life of great achievements; even in death, the world should know who he was.

After the battle in the far north, Huai Kong did not go into seclusion again.

Someone has to carry the torch for this iron gate.

He became the new leader of the Iron Gate.

He repaired the dilapidated buildings on the island and gradually took in a group of displaced people, allowing them to settle down on the island and become new islanders.

Bai Ling was responsible for managing daily affairs.

Huai Kong was too lazy to deal with these trivial matters, such as feeding the animals, repairing the house, and assigning tasks, so he left them all to her.

Bai Ling didn't find it troublesome at all and managed everything on Tiexin Island in an orderly manner.

Gradually, Ironheart Island regained its vitality.

Smoke rises from chimneys, the sounds of chickens and dogs fill the air, and children chase and play on the beach.

The iron gate was finally no longer a dead island.

On this day, at the Sword Forging Pool.

The furnace in the pool roared with fire, the molten iron churned, and the heat was scorching.

Huai Kong was shirtless, his muscular physique gleaming bronze in the firelight.

He was repeatedly forging a piece of red-hot iron with his blacksmith's hands, each punch precise and sparks flying everywhere.

Clang, clang, clang.

The pace is steady and unhurried.

An unfamiliar old man walked into the sword-forging pool at some point.

The old man was dressed simply in a gray cloth long gown, with a thin face; he looked like an ordinary old man from the countryside.

Huai Kong glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, but did not stop what he was doing.

"Want a weapon? Pick one from the shelf."

He didn't even look up, assuming it was just another wandering swordsman asking for a good knife or sword.

The old man did not look at the weapon rack.

He walked to Huai Kong's side, put his hands behind his back, and watched with great interest Huai Kong's technique of forging refined iron.

After watching for a while, the old man clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Excellent craftsmanship."

Huai Kong still didn't look up.

The old man continued to look, becoming more and more meticulous, his eyes filled with growing amazement.

"Your iron-forging skills... are truly masterful."

The old man nodded slowly, his tone filled with heartfelt admiration.

"This forging technique has far surpassed that of the Iron God."

clang--

Huai Kong's hammer stopped in mid-air.

He finally raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar old man with a puzzled expression.

"Does the senior know my master?"

The old man's gaze became distant, as if he could see the scene from decades ago through the sword-casting pool in front of him.

After a few moments of silence, he slowly spoke.

"More than just acquaintances."

"I am from the same sect as Iron God."

Huai Kong nearly dropped the iron hammer from his hand.

"Fellow disciples?!"

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

"Master's only fellow disciple... wasn't Iron Madman the only one? Who exactly is this senior?"

Xi Ri Wu Er briefly mentioned Tie Zhi's creation of Tian Zui, but due to recent setbacks, he had long forgotten about Tie Zhi.

"who I am?"

The old man did not answer immediately.

He sighed softly, his dry voice seeming to have pierced through decades.

"who I am……"

His gaze passed over the blazing furnace fire and looked towards the azure sea and sky beyond the sword-casting pool.

"This all started when I, your mentor Tie Shen, and that treacherous Tie Kuangtu were all learning from Master Tie Dao..."

The old man slowly began to unveil the long-sealed story behind the iron gate.

The furnace crackled and popped as he slowly sat down on a stone stool by the sword-casting pool. His cloudy eyes pierced through the rolling heat waves, as if he were seeing scenes from decades ago.

"Back then, the Central Plains Iron Gate was a force to be reckoned with in the martial arts world."

His dry voice carried a melancholy that seemed to have transcended the years.

"I, along with your mentor Tie Shen and Tie Kuang Tu, studied under Master Tie Dao."

"Our master valued Tie Shen's honest and kind character, so he passed the position of sect leader to him."

He paused, his tone suddenly turning serious.

"Unexpectedly, Tie Kuangtu was arrogant and had extremely high forging talent. He was narrow-minded and harbored resentment towards this, which ultimately led to the change of the sect."

"Your mentor was also forced to leave for overseas and set up shop on this deserted island."

"I left the Iron Gate early on because I didn't want to get involved in this internal strife."

Huai Kong stood there blankly, his face full of horror.

He grew up on Ironheart Island, and his mentor, Iron God, never mentioned this long-forgotten past to him.

Central Plains Iron Gate.

Three fellow disciples.

The battle for leadership.

It fell apart.

These words struck his heart like a series of muffled blows.

"The senior not only knew my mentor very well, but also knew the past grievances of the Iron Gate like the back of his hand."

Huai Kong stared intently at the old man, his voice trembling with a hint of reverence.

"May I ask who you are, senior...?"

"According to seniority, you should call me 'Uncle-Master'."

The old man chuckled self-deprecatingly, a complex expression appearing on his weathered face.

"My name is Tie Zhi."

"Over the years, although I have lived in seclusion, I have been secretly keeping an eye on the Iron Gate's movements."

Huai Kong was greatly shocked; his mentor's fellow disciple.

On Ironheart Island, where respect for teachers is highly valued, this old man is undoubtedly the only remaining senior member of the Iron Gate!

He took a step back, knelt on one knee, and clasped his fists in front of his chest.

"Junior Huai Kong greets Martial Uncle Tie Zhi!"

His voice was steady, but he couldn't hide a sob in his throat.

There were still people at the iron gate.

They are not the last orphans.