I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

At this moment, Xu Fu's eyes were as calm and still as an ancient, unchanging pool.

He exhaled a long breath of white mist, and felt a sudden clarity in his mind. His previously clouded martial arts heart became clearer and more stable than ever before.

Five Thunder Transformation Techniques —

This knot in his heart and obsession, which had plagued him for decades like a malignant tumor, finally vanished completely after this battle.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at his palm, which contained the true energy of the Five Elements for a hundred years, and a deep sense of awe rose in the depths of his eyes.

All of this is thanks to the "Supreme Elder".

If it were the "Emperor Shitian" who used to call himself the heavens and used all living beings as pawns to play games with the world, he would surely have laughed wildly after tormenting the raging wind and thunder, and continued to indulge in the low-level sense of control.

But at this moment, Xu Fu was surprisingly calm.

I've let it go.

He had truly witnessed the unfathomable and awe-inspiring realm of the Supreme Elder.

Having witnessed the true majesty of Heaven, he realized how ridiculous and naive his past arrogance towards "Heaven" and his vanity in mocking the masses truly were.

Instead of playing tricks and deceiving people in this quagmire of the mortal world, why not pursue the endless path of supreme martial arts!

The martial spirit, dormant for over a thousand years, was completely ignited and reactivated at this moment.

"Supreme Elder..."

Xu Fu lowered his eyes and murmured, his tone devoid of any other thoughts, only pure fervor and reverence.

The next moment, a blizzard swept through.

The figure in the Taoist robe standing atop the iceberg gradually became transparent amidst the swirling snow, like an ink painting, and finally vanished without a trace.

Only a pure martial arts essence, more chilling than wind and snow, remained, lingering between heaven and earth for a long time.

Zhongyuan, the former residence of the second-generation sword saint.

Once upon a time, this place was a secluded bamboo forest for practicing swordsmanship, but since the nameless sword razed this place to the ground, only a large area of ​​barren scorched earth and broken bamboo roots remain.

"rustle--"

Two figures, one tall and one short, one in front and one behind, slowly walked in, stepping on the ruins of dry bamboo leaves.

The newcomers were none other than Jin and Long'er.

A cold wind swept across the ruins, stirring up the dust on the ground.

Jin stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Since he began cultivating the unfathomable Sage's Technique, all the major acupoints in his body have been opened, and his martial arts perception has become incredibly clear.

Even though this bamboo forest had been destroyed for a long time, he could still clearly sense that deep within the cracks in the scorched earth beneath his feet, a faint yet incredibly sharp sword intent was lurking.

The sword intent belongs to the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

Sensing the sword energy, a barely concealed hint of coldness and disgust flashed across Jin's eyes.

It was extremely powerful, yet it instinctively made him feel extremely disgusted.

Because it was the very person who left behind this sword intent back then—

The old swordsman personally murdered his beloved mother.

Even if he were reduced to ashes, he would not mistake this heartless aura stained with the blood of his loved ones.

But he skillfully concealed the turmoil in his eyes, turning his head to look at the boy beside him, feigning incomprehension:

"Long'er, this place has long been reduced to ruins, why do you still want to return?"

Long'er didn't look at him, but quietly looked up and stared at the withered bamboo not far away.

After this period of tempering, the naivety in his eyes had long since faded, replaced by a pure and awe-inspiring swordsmanship.

His swordsmanship has far surpassed what it used to be.

"Although this bamboo forest has been destroyed, the sword intent left behind by the old sword saint still lingers."

Long'er murmured softly.

The next moment, a sharp dragon's roar soared into the sky!

The two swords were drawn from their sheaths, and two cold, sharp beams of light, one long and one short, suddenly exploded in Long'er's hands.

Without the slightest hesitation, Long'er moved like lightning, leaping into the scorched ruins and wielding her sword!

This is an ultimate visual spectacle of martial arts slaughter, like a peerless assassin dancing under the moon.

Long'er's movements were incredibly fast. Between her rises and falls, countless afterimages, almost tangible, remained densely in every corner of the void.

Sword One, Sword Two, Sword Three...

The faint sword energy that had been dormant deep in the soil seemed to resonate with something intense, and frantically converged towards the tip of Long'er's sword.

Until Kenpachi!

This was also the limit he had reached when he last came to this place.

But in this dual state of extreme speed and clear sword mind, the sword light in Long'er's eyes grew stronger and stronger.

"Zheng—!!!"

A deafening sword cry rang out, and dozens of sword-wielding afterimages in the void instantly merged into one, becoming part of the main body.

The bottleneck was shattered.

Sword Nine!!!

The sword light, like a silver ribbon, instantly tore through the clouds above the ruins, unleashing a terrifying shockwave.

But Long'er's movements showed no sign of stopping. He flipped his wrist, and the sword's momentum flowed, continuing to rise wildly!

Sword Ten! ...

While Long'er was practicing her swordsmanship, Jin had already withdrawn his gaze and sat down cross-legged on a broken rock.

The fierce sword energy whistling all around could not get within three feet of him.

He closed his eyes slightly and silently began to circulate the Sage's Technique within his body.

This divine skill is divided into three major realms: "Human Technique", "Heavenly Technique", and "Saintly Technique".

The first level, "Human Technique," when cultivated to its peak, grants the three great blessings of "unending life, immunity to all poisons, and the ability to regain consciousness," allowing one to accumulate a thousand years of internal energy!

If one breaks through to the second level of "Heavenly Technique", one can transform into a "Celestial Being", achieving "immortality and the ultimate in martial arts". At the pinnacle, one can possess ten thousand years of internal energy!

As for the ultimate "Sacred Technique," it can even reach the divine realm of "transcending the mortal and entering sainthood."

As the cultivation technique was activated, a pale golden aura emerged.

At this moment, his internal energy was not only "inexhaustible" and his body was "immune to all poisons," but he had also fully awakened the "Symptom of Returning to Divine Realm" of rapid healing and reorganization.

In addition, the internal energy hidden within his meridians has actually exceeded two hundred years!

If one were to use the internal energy accumulated over the past two hundred years of the "Human Technique" to activate the Formless Divine Wind Leg...

One kick from him will surely shake the heavens and move the gods to tears!

Niejia Town.

Several miles outside the town, atop a solitary cliff.

A fierce wind howled as Nie Feng sat cross-legged on a strange rock on the cliff edge.

At this moment, the fierce winds that were originally around the cliff strangely subsided when they approached within a radius of about ten feet around him, as if they were forcibly suppressed by some invisible force.

"boom--!"

Without warning, a muffled roar suddenly erupted from Nie Feng's previously still body!

Immediately afterwards, endless black demonic energy surged out from his body like a flood bursting its banks.

This demonic energy was cold and violent, yet it also carried a strange vitality that transcended the mortal world, instantly turning the entire cliff top of the solitary peak into a terrifying black color!

This was not a case of going astray in cultivation; rather, he had actually cultivated to the terrifying level of "self-generated demonic energy"!

Once you reach this level, you will no longer need to engage in strenuous meditation and breathing exercises.

Because at this moment, he himself has already transformed into the source of demonic energy.

Whether walking, sitting, lying down, eating, or sleeping, the demonic energy in his body will flow endlessly like a river, constantly tempering his meridians 24 hours a day, making his power rise like a crazy furnace!

With such an extraordinary level of power, the half of his strength that he had previously transferred to Senior Brother Yun has now been restored to its peak.

And even more so than before!

The peak is just the beginning.

"Bang—"

There was only one extremely dull sound of air collapsing.

Nie Feng's body, which was sitting cross-legged, began to disintegrate inch by inch from his brow down.

Skin, marrow, bones, and even the long robe on his body quickly lost their substance in the cold wind.

Like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water, he completely dissolved, transforming into a formless, churning, and spitting out dark demonic energy.

This is the supreme mystery he comprehended in the Demon Heart Technique—the Demon Without Form.

The next instant, the thick, inky demonic energy began to swirl inward, forcibly pulling the gale that had been blowing across the cliff into it.

The demonic energy soared upwards, transforming into a jet-black tornado that stretched across the mountains.

It has a diameter of a thousand feet and is inserted upside down into the dome.

Wherever the tornado passed, the sea of ​​clouds was abruptly cut in half.

The cliffs of several isolated peaks were carved with countless ravines by the wind pressure, and the rubble was swept back into the black wind like rain, crushed into dust by the force of the wind before it could even take off.

Just as the wind reached its peak.

"laugh--!"

A piercing, tearing sound, like tearing silk, came from the eye of the storm.

The gale didn't stop; instead, it intensified to an extreme level of frenzy!

Inside the pitch-black tornado that stretched from the sky to the ground, countless blades of light suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

Knives! Countless demonic knives!

Thousands upon thousands of jet-black blades, each hundreds of feet long, were formed by the purest and most potent qi and demonic energy in the storm.

They don't need anyone to hold them; they disappear into the roaring whirlwind like a torrential rain, accompanied by extremely fast-moving air currents, and slash down fiercely in all directions!

The flashes of blades were like a net, crisscrossing the sky.

Halfway down, snowflakes swirled down from high above.

Before even touching the cliff face, dozens of invisible sword energies, as thin as gossamer threads, had already pierced through his body.

Before the hexagonal ice crystal could even melt, it was sliced ​​into hundreds of tiny, indistinguishable ice shards in mid-air.

On the edge of the cliff, there is a lone pine tree that has been rooted for a hundred years.

In the instant the eye of the storm closed in, a dark blade of energy, hidden within the chilling air currents, silently swept past.

Before the tree canopy could even sway, the bark, wood, and life force within were instantly drained by the extremely domineering demonic energy in mid-air, turning directly into dust that scattered with the wind.

Beyond the solitary peak lie a range of mountains.

A fierce wind, mixed with countless blade-like energies, poured out like a dam bursting in the netherworld.

The first to be hit, a hundred-foot-high precipitous peak, was cleaved in two from the middle by a massive, pitch-black blade of energy!

The blade is as smooth as a mirror.

The heavy upper half of the mountain had just collapsed along the cut surface and hadn't even hit the ground when hundreds and thousands of demonic blades were already chasing and biting at it like a malignant sore.

Black light crisscrossed, like a thousand cuts.

The rocky terrain, as hard as refined iron, was crushed into brittle, rotten wood by the extremely violent demonic energy. Not even a single intact rock remained; it was all reduced to choking dust.