I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

In the square, dozens of disciples remained respectfully waiting in place.

They had no idea what horrifying scene had just unfolded inside the secret room.

Upon seeing Xu Fu slowly emerge from the end of the passageway, everyone immediately bowed in unison, their faces beaming with devout and enthusiastic smiles.

"Master!"

"Master has emerged from seclusion!"

An older disciple stepped forward first, respectfully offering a hot towel with both hands.

"Master, where are Senior Brother Xianzhen and Senior Brothers Taijia and Taiyi?"

Another young disciple peeked into the depths of the passageway, his face filled with curiosity.

"Are the senior brothers still cultivating in the secret chamber?"

Xu Fu took the hot towel and casually wiped his fingertips.

The slight coolness from when the Nahai Sacred Heart Mantra was circulated still lingered on my fingertips.

"They've gone into seclusion."

His voice was calm as still water, and the corners of his mouth even curved into a gentle smile.

"No need to disturb."

Upon hearing this, the disciples nodded in understanding.

In their eyes, their master must have brought his three senior brothers into the secret chamber to impart some profound martial arts techniques.

It's perfectly normal for someone to go into seclusion for spiritual cultivation.

No one noticed that after wiping his fingertips, the master casually tossed the hot towel on the ground.

Xu Fu stopped in his tracks.

My gaze swept over these dozens of young, energetic faces.

Some of his disciples smiled at him, their smiles as clean as the morning sea breeze.

Some disciples were whispering among themselves, discussing what their master had brought back from the Central Plains.

Some disciples clasped their hands together, their faces full of reverence, as if simply standing beside their master was the greatest honor of their lives.

Xu Fu witnessed all of this.

Every face reflects skill.

Every bit of skill he gained was nourishment for his return to his peak.

He gathered his Taoist robe, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the crowd.

His otherworldly and dignified demeanor was exactly the same as the "master" his disciples had remembered for decades.

Perhaps it's because, for this physical body, the title "Master" is merely another shell—

Indra, however, is the soul that has lived for a thousand years beneath the physical body.

He walked to the center of the square and stopped.

Dozens of disciples surrounded him, their faces beaming with the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

"Master, you must have had a long and arduous journey to the Central Plains!"

"Master looks to be in good health, we disciples are relieved!"

"Master, what is the current situation in the Central Plains? Should Phoenix Island make any preparations?"

Amidst the constant stream of greetings, Xu Fu ignored them all.

He simply looked up at the gray-white sky above, which was mostly obscured by sea fog.

The sea breeze swept across the mountaintop, fluttering the hem of his wide robe.

The square gradually quieted down.

The disciples keenly sensed their master's unusual behavior—

Although the master was not talkative, he always responded to their greetings gently.

But today, there seemed to be something unfamiliar about Master's silence that I had never seen before.

"Master?"

One of the disciples spoke cautiously.

Xu Fu withdrew his gaze.

He took a deep breath and, in an unusually calm voice, slowly and deliberately addressed the entire square.

"I am Indra."

The sounds in the square vanished instantly.

A suffocating silence spread among the dozens of people.

All the disciples froze on the spot, their smiles frozen in place.

Someone covered their mouth.

Someone blinked in surprise.

Some people subconsciously turned to look at their fellow disciples, trying to find the same confusion on their faces—

I've confirmed that it's not a problem with my ears.

"Master..."

The disciple at the very front of the crowd was the first to come to his senses, and then knelt down with a thud, his face filled with sudden realization.

"Master is testing us again!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"Yes! This is a test from Master! How could Master possibly be Indra!"

"Master must have encountered some kind of tribulation, testing the sincerity of our hearts as his disciples!"

And then, a whole bunch of things—

Dozens of disciples knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground almost simultaneously.

Even the disciples who were most remote on the edge of the square rushed over and knelt down, afraid of falling behind.

"We swear to follow our master to the death, and our resolve will never waver!"

"Master is the most righteous person in the world. In this life, I believe only in Master!"

Even if the sky were to collapse and the earth to crumble, my heart would remain unchanged!

The vows grew louder and louder, and the waves of loyalty surged one after another.

Dozens of resolute voices echoed across Phoenix Island Square, creating a deafening roar.

Amidst this surging tide of loyalty, Xu Fu slowly closed his eyes.

"very good."

He whispered two words.

Immediately, both palms opened simultaneously.

The power of the Sacred Heart Technique erupted silently.

Not a trickle, but a colossal torrent—

At this moment, the Nahai Sacred Heart Mantra was fully activated, transforming into a swirling gale that enveloped the entire plaza in an invisible and intangible giant palm.

Those disciples who were prostrating themselves on the ground.

Those disciples who loudly proclaimed their loyalty.

Those disciples, their faces streaked with tears, trembling with emotion.

In the next instant, they all felt the same thing.

With the meridians blocked, internal energy begins to dissipate.

A brief commotion, a brief gasp.

Later--

And then came the cries of "Master, save me!"

And then came the cries of "Master, you've been bewitched by evil magic!"

And then came the repeated, unfinished words, "This disciple will follow Master..."—until his death.

A quarter of an hour, just a quarter of an hour.

In the vast Phoenix Island Square, not a single person was standing.

Dozens of figures, without exception, turned into withered and emaciated corpses, lying haphazardly on the bluestone paving stones of the square.

The sea breeze blew by, and the corpses made a soft, fragile sound, like a withered branch breaking.

Xu Fu stood with his hands behind his back, standing alone amidst the desolate, withered bones.

He didn't rush to move, but quietly felt it—

That long-lost, powerful force, as vast as the rolling ocean, is converging from all directions at an indescribable speed.

It surged into his dantian and filled his meridians.

The turbulent currents within him surged and surged, like a parched riverbed finally receiving a torrent of rain after a long drought.

With 2,500 years of accumulated skill, he has returned to his peak.

Xu Fu slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes held no humanity, no joy, no emotion whatsoever.

There is only an absolute desolation that loftily overlooks all living beings.

People only know that Xu Fu lived for two thousand years, but he was just a long-lived alchemist.

Even if they have some skills, it's nothing special.

Nobody knows—

These past two thousand years have been nothing more than a pretense of feigning weakness and biding his time.

His true essence lies in an accumulation that is even older than these two thousand years.

His true skill was enough to strike fear into the hearts of any ultimate martial arts master in the world.

The power of the Sacred Heart Technique spanning two thousand five hundred years.

The Celestial Realm has always been regarded as the highest barrier in martial arts.

Those who enter this realm are all exceptional geniuses, one in ten thousand.

Xu Fu, standing amidst these withered bones, simply stood there, doing nothing.

however--

The entire Phoenix Island began to tremble.

First, the ground beneath my feet.

A faint, heartbeat-like rhythm spread from the center of the square outwards.

Then it became increasingly urgent and intense.

It was as if some ancient, immense power was breaking through the earth from its depths.

Then came the wind.

A rootless wind suddenly spread from Xu Fu, whistling and sweeping away the withered bones scattered all over the ground.

In an instant, the wind suddenly picked up.

It swept across the square, swept across the mountaintop, and swept across the entire Phoenix Island.

A century-old tree was snapped in half, and the eaves and brackets were torn to pieces!

Then there's the sea.

The seawater surrounding Phoenix Island suddenly surged and boiled!

The towering waves surged higher and higher, and amidst the deafening roar of them crashing against the mountainside, they carried a chilling, bone-chilling aura.

It was as if the entire ocean trembled at that moment.

Then comes the sky.

The dense sea fog that had lingered for so long vanished like frost meeting the scorching sun before the sweeping aura that enveloped all directions.

Large swathes of clouds were torn apart, revealing slivers of dim, yellowish light.

And above the split clouds—

One after another, streaks of icy blue lightning suddenly exploded, silently tearing open terrifying ravines in the clouds!

Thunder!

Several bolts of purple-white lightning, each as thick as a bowl, plummeted down from the heavens.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A burst of white light exploded atop Phoenix Island, and the casting platform that had withstood hundreds of years of wind and rain was completely razed to the ground in a terrifying explosion!

The heavens, earth, wind, and thunder all changed color at the same time!

Birds within a hundred miles all fled in panic, as if they had encountered the awakening of the world's oldest and most ferocious beast.

On the sea a hundred miles away, the once calm fishing boats suddenly felt an intense, almost imperceptible, yet soul-chilling pressure.

The fisherman on the boat broke out in a cold sweat for no apparent reason, but he didn't know where the chill came from.

This is the Sacred Heart Mantra, which has been passed down for 2,500 years.

Two thousand five hundred years of cultivation, completely revived in one person's dantian, caused a terrifying phenomenon that could make heaven and earth take notice.

The Celestial Realm, the best of the best.

This is the Indra who has been hidden for two thousand years, whose true nature and depth will forever remain unknown to the world.

The true face of Xu Fu.

Tianshan.

Everyone knows how dangerous the Tianshan Mountains are.

The snow line is thousands of feet high and never melts, with clouds and mist stretching across the landscape, and the cliffs are as sharp as if they were cut.

If an ordinary person tries to climb it, the slightest mistake will result in being smashed to pieces and buried in the snow valley.

However, at this moment, on that winding, spiraling mountain road that pierces the clouds, walked an old man.

His beard and hair were all white, and his hair was loosely tied in a bun, with a few strands of white hair drifting in the mountain wind.

He wore a worn-out coarse cloth robe, patched in several places.

A worn-out gourd was casually tucked into his waistband, and his gait wasn't exactly graceful.

Swaying left and right, leisurely and carefree, he looked just like an old farmer strolling through a market at the foot of the mountain.

However, he did not use any momentum or exert any internal energy on his feet.

Those old cloth shoes, worn on the frozen soil and cliffs, seemed to have turned this most dangerous peak in the world into an ordinary dirt road in front of their own door.

The mountain wind was fierce, and the snow sprayed everywhere, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

The old man squinted, looked down at the broken gourd, patted it casually, and muttered something.

"This mountain is really cold."

He then took a sip from the gourd, wiped his mouth, and continued walking upwards.