I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Xiao Sanxiao's eyes narrowed slightly.

He has seen far too many masters in his life.

Some were full of imposing momentum, some had their killing intent restrained, and some deliberately concealed their abilities.

But regardless of the type, as long as a person is alive, there will definitely be traces of the flow of Qi in their body.

Breathing involves the movement of Qi (vital energy), and so does heartbeat.

Even a top-tier expert who stands still in one place is constantly exchanging spiritual energy with the world through his flesh, bones, meridians, and dantian.

This is a human instinct; it cannot be eliminated or faked.

But these two women in front of me—

There was nothing there.

They were so clean they looked like they had stepped out of a painting.

Xiao Sanxiao's pupils suddenly contracted.

He figured it out.

The way these two approached each other was less like "walking" and more like "appearing".

There wasn't a single footprint on the ski slope.

They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, as if they had just emerged from around the corner.

Even though it was clearly still dozens of feet away, in the blink of an eye—

Two figures were already standing in front of him.

Close at hand.

There was no sound.

There is no fluctuation in the flow of Qi.

There was no transition.

And just like that, we "arrived".

Xiao Sanxiao's hand casually rested on the gourd at his waist.

The woman in the moon-white dress lowered her head, tilted her head, and looked Xiao Sanxiao up and down.

There was no hostility, no wariness, and not even curiosity in his eyes.

There's only one kind of casualness in watching interesting things.

Her gaze finally settled on the gourd at Xiao Sanxiao's waist, and she clicked her tongue.

"They can't even bear to replace a gourd; they've been using this broken jar for four thousand years."

Xiao Sanxiao's fingers stiffened for a moment.

Before he could speak, the woman in plain clothes beside him had already taken over the conversation.

Her voice was gentle, but her tone was firm, as if she were reciting a resume she had long since memorized.

"Twelve moments of panic, three moments of laughter."

"Creating the Four Unique Techniques of Chaos, the Myriad Paths of the Underworld, and the Heart Sutra of Returning to Dreams."

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over Xiao Sanxiao as if searching for something.

"Oh—where's your mind-reading mirror? Didn't you bring it today?"

boom.

These words, when they reached Xiao Sanxiao's ears, were three times more intense than the backlash from his divine sense just now.

He traveled the world throughout his life and met countless extraordinary people.

He had seen immortals.

He'll become a peerless master.

He had heard of no fewer than a hundred people claiming to be the best in the world.

But today—

These two ethereal women, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, stood casually before him, revealing his name, his "Twelve Terrors" scheme meticulously planned over a century, his three secret martial arts techniques never before shown to anyone, and even whether he had brought the Heart-Reflecting Mirror with him that day—

He explained it clearly and precisely, without missing a single word.

His tone was also unusually casual.

It's like saying the weather is nice today.

Xiao Sanxiao's Adam's apple bobbed.

It has been more than four thousand years.

When he first spoke, his throat was a little dry.

"you……"

"You Ruo."

The woman in the moon-white dress spoke first, nodding at him.

He introduced himself rather casually, as if he were just stating his own house number.

"The Second Dream".

Another person continued.

She curved her eyebrows slightly, her smile gentle, but there was an inexplicable pressure in her voice, like a soft spring breeze that sent chills down one's spine.

"Welcome to the Outer Heavens, Elder Laugh."

She gave a slight bow, her manners impeccable, composed and graceful.

"Sorry to keep you waiting—"

A faint smile appeared on Second Dream's lips:

"How was the divination experience?"

Xiao Sanxiao fell silent.

The wind rustles through the pines, and snowflakes sting my face.

The gourd at his waist swayed gently and bumped against his hip bone with a very soft thud.

This old man, who had witnessed the reigns of Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han, who had foreseen the fate of the world, and whose name instilled fear in the martial arts world at the mere mention of the "Twelve Fears"—

He was now standing in front of two young women whose true nature was unclear.

For the first time, I realized that I had underestimated the weight behind the words "the heavens beyond the heavens".

It carries far more weight than just three words.

The silence will eventually be broken.

Xiao Sanxiao let out a long breath.

The shock of having one's secrets exposed dissipated in that single breath.

He straightened his back slightly and adjusted his robes.

He respectfully cupped his hands in greeting to the two women before him.

"Hello, ladies."

His voice returned to normal, his tone serious, as if the incident of vomiting blood had never happened at all.

"I have come here today specifically to pay my respects to Alliance Leader Duan."

"I hope the two young ladies can convey this message."

Second Dream raised a hand and gently pointed towards the deeper mountain peaks.

Xiao Sanxiao looked in that direction.

Palaces appear and disappear amidst the clouds and mist.

Deep within the heavens lies a cluster of towering buildings that reach into the clouds.

With its double eaves and overlapping roofs, jade steps soaring into the sky, and flying eaves and brackets appearing and disappearing in the surging clouds and mist, it seems to be suspended in the middle of the sky.

Morning light streamed through the cracks in the clouds, reflecting a faint golden glow onto the glazed tiles, making the entire palace complex appear as if a celestial palace had descended to earth.

Even though Xiao Sanxiao had seen the Qin and Han palaces, his gaze couldn't help but pause slightly.

You Ruo's voice drifted over.

"No need to announce it."

She clasped her hands together in front of her, tilted her chin slightly, and spoke as if she were talking about something trivial.

"They're already waiting for you up there."

Xiao Sanxiao withdrew his gaze from the Heavenly Palace Tower and landed on You Ruo's face.

they?

It's not "him".

It is "them".

Xiao Sanxiao's heart stirred slightly.

Besides Duan Lang, who else is there?

He secretly weighed the options in his mind, but couldn't figure anything out.

Of course, he didn't dare to use his divine sense to explore further.

"Thank you for showing me the way, young lady."

Xiao Sanxiao bowed to the two women again.

He lifted his feet and walked step by step toward the Heavenly Palace Peak deep in the clouds.

There is no light-footed skill.

There is no ability to ride the clouds or control the air.

Relying solely on their own two legs, they trudged up the stone steps, step by step, through the half-inch-thick snow.

You Ruo and Di Er Meng stood side by side, watching his figure gradually disappear into the snow mist.

You Ruo turned her head to the side and lowered her voice:

"That old man is really calm."

The energy in the outer heavens is too strong.

With each step he took upwards, it felt like stepping into deeper water.

Silent and invisible, yet it pressed down on me undeniably.

It was neither hostility nor intimidation.

It is simply a very natural and profound existence.

Like an ancient tree with roots that have been planted for thousands of years, its canopy is so wide that it blocks out the sun.

Standing in its shade, you wouldn't even notice that the sunlight overhead has disappeared—

When you come to your senses, you realize that you have been shrouded in boundless shadows, and you have never felt the slightest bit of malice from beginning to end.

This is the most terrible.

It's not that someone is pressing down on you, but rather that the weight of this world itself has already exceeded what you can bear.

Xiao Sanxiao raised his head and looked at the faintly visible Heavenly Palace roof.

The snow is still falling.

The fine snowflakes were like a thin veil sifted from the sky and earth, blurring the distant palace outlines into a hazy blur of light and shadow.

step.

Another step.

The snow on the stone steps was trodden into deep and shallow footprints, from which a little bit of melted snow water seeped out, only to freeze into a thin layer of ice in an instant.

He did not quicken his pace.

It didn't slow down either.

Maintaining a steady, unhurried pace, stepping up one level at a time.

His breathing became heavier.

It's not due to physical exhaustion—

With his four thousand years of cultivation, let alone walking up these thousands of stone steps, he could run from the foot of Tianshan Mountain to the top and back in one breath without even panting.

But at this moment, his breathing did become heavy.

That was the instinctive reaction of the Qi being silently suppressed by the external forces of heaven and earth.

It was like a large fish that was used to swimming in rivers suddenly venturing into the deep sea.

Water is still water, and the principle remains the same.

But the depth has changed, and the pressure has changed.

The rules have changed too.

It took a full hour to walk there.

Step by step, without shortcuts or superhuman skills, they walked along the snow-covered stone steps, traversing the entire mountain path of the Outer Heavens from beginning to end.

As the last stone step was placed underfoot—

Suddenly, the world before my eyes opened up, and the clouds surged beneath my feet.

He had already reached above the clouds.

The wind stopped, and the snow stopped too.

Above us was a clear, almost unreal, azure sky, so clean it looked as if someone had wiped the entire heavens with a giant blue silk cloth, leaving not a single cloud behind.

Beneath my feet lies a surging sea of ​​white clouds, stretching for thousands of miles, boundless and vast, shimmering with a soft golden edge under the sunlight.

The Heavenly Palace is more awe-inspiring up close than from afar.

The layered eaves soar into the sky, the pillars are as thick as a person's embrace, and the whole structure is built of a gray-white stone that Xiao Sanxiao can't name. The surface is polished to be as warm and smooth as jade, but without a single lacquer.

The entire building is devoid of any deliberate embellishment, yet it exudes a natural and grand atmosphere.

It's as if it grew out of the world along with the mountain peaks beneath our feet.

Xiao Sanxiao's gaze swept across the pillars and then landed on the wind chimes hanging from the eaves.

The wind chime is made of copper, and it is very old, with a warm patina on its surface.

A mountain breeze swept by, and the sound of the bell was extremely soft and faint, like a sigh drifting from a very, very far place.

On the edge of the cliff, several low tables are lined up in a row.

The tabletop is made of a single piece of bluestone, polished smooth and shiny, with tea and fruit placed on it.

The wisps of tea smoke curled up in the mountain breeze, forming a thin white line that meandered towards the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

Several maids stood by the pillars with their hands at their sides.

His back was straight, and his expression was respectful.

Upon seeing Xiao Sanxiao approach, no one spoke; they simply lowered their heads slightly.

Xiao Sanxiao's gaze passed over the maids and landed on two figures beside the table.

The one on the right is a young man in white.

He doesn't look very old, at most in his early twenties.

With clear and bright eyes and well-proportioned features, she may not be stunning, but she possesses a clean and pleasant aura that makes people feel comfortable when they look at her.

His back was straight, a cup of tea was beside him, and he was looking down, lost in thought.

Quiet and still, like a piece of naturally formed white jade.

Xiao Sanxiao's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer.

The young man exudes a very stable aura.

He's so composed, it's unbelievable for someone his age.

But Xiao Sanxiao didn't look at it much.

Because his attention was firmly captured by the person in the main seat on his left.