I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The nameless man in the distance saw this scene and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He figured it out.

The winds of change are not about to recede.

It wasn't that they actively pushed the Heavenly Dao Limitless to an even stronger level.

It was the will of Heaven in this world that borrowed the bodies and martial arts of Feng and Yun to forcefully push this attack toward Dugu Ming.

However, in doing so, Feng and Yun had essentially poured their martial will into this sea of ​​lightning.

Sure enough, the golden sea of ​​lightning suddenly surged in the heavens.

Countless bolts of lightning surged wildly along with the energy of Feng and Yun.

Nie Feng's demonic wind was torn apart by lightning, only to reassemble itself in the next instant.

Bu Jingyun's sea of ​​clouds was crushed by the might of heaven, but he used the Wuqiu Yijue (a technique for changing one's mind) to create even more changes.

The demonic wind, the sea of ​​clouds, and the heavenly thunder intertwined to the extreme, making the entire sky seem like a drum about to explode under their pressure.

When Dugu Ming saw this scene, his eyes showed no fear whatsoever; instead, they blazed with an even more intense light.

He then threw his head back and laughed wildly.

"good!"

"That's more like it!"

"Come! Let me see whether the current Heavenly Dao prevails over me, or whether my ancient Heaven has swallowed your land!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged into the heavens once again, facing the completely rampaging Heavenly Dao Wuji.

The Primordial True Dragon crashed into the center of the thunder.

The ancient heavens crashed down behind him with a deafening roar.

At this moment, the five forces of Wind and Cloud, Dugu Ming, the Heavenly Dao of this World, and the Ancient Heaven collided completely in the deepest part of the sky.

No one saw clearly what happened in that instant.

They only saw a black line suddenly appear in the very center of the sky.

The black line was initially extremely thin, as thin as an ink mark drawn on the sky.

But in the next instant, the black line suddenly spread out.

The sky cracked.

It wasn't a break in the clouds.

It wasn't the sea of ​​thunder that split open.

Instead, the entire sky was torn open by five forces, creating a bottomless rift.

There are no stars after the crack.

There is no sun or moon.

There is no light belonging to humankind.

There was only an indescribable darkness, as if leading to a place that should never have been opened.

"What is that?!"

The martial arts figures in the distance were completely devastated.

"The sky has been pierced..."

"They've blown a hole in the sky!!"

At that moment, even the people of the capital forgot to cry out.

Everyone stared blankly at the sky.

The rift in the sky hung above the human world, like a huge, silent eye opening, coldly looking down upon the entire land of China.

Beyond the heavens, a solitary stream flows from the cliff.

Duan Lang and Jiang Chen stood side by side on the edge of the cliff.

Below the cliff, the sea of ​​clouds churned, and towering snowstorms swept upwards, only to disperse on their own three feet in front of the two.

Duan Lang gazed in the direction of the capital, his brows furrowing in a rare gesture.

He could not see the specific battle situation in the capital.

But that aura that seemed to tear the sky apart still caused the entire outer heaven to tremble slightly, even across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

"It's gotten this bad?"

A strange light flashed across his eyes.

"The winds and clouds, Dugu Ming, and the Heavenly Dao..."

"It's quite lively."

Jiang Chen did not respond.

He simply gazed quietly into the distance, a faint ray of sunlight seeming to flow in his eyes.

In his vision, the vast landscape seemed to be peeled back layer by layer.

The rift in the sky above the capital, and the two surging forces of destiny deep within it, were clearly reflected in his eyes.

Just then, Jiang Chen's heart suddenly stirred.

The next instant, he subtly pinched with his fingertips.

Duan Lang glanced at him sideways.

"Are you calculating who will win the big war?"

Jiang Chen shook his head slightly.

"no."

Duan Lang raised an eyebrow.

"Then who are you?"

Jiang Chen's gaze remained fixed on the rift in the sky, his tone so calm that it betrayed no emotion whatsoever.

"The last mythical beast."

At this moment, in the sky above the capital, two divine wills were tearing each other apart, and all the attention of the Heavenly Dao in this world was drawn to the great battle.

To outsiders, this was a terrifying, world-ending phenomenon.

But for Jiang Chen, it was the most relaxed moment in deducing the secrets of heaven.

The former residence of the Sword Saint, a forest of withered bamboo.

The two swords in Long'er's hand suddenly stopped.

Not far away, the aura emanating from Jin's body also dissipated.

The two of them looked up at the sky that had been forcibly torn apart.

They had been living in seclusion in this bamboo forest, cultivating their skills day and night, and never concerning themselves with the affairs of the martial world.

They were unaware that Dugu Ming had taken control of the capital and proclaimed himself the Peerless Emperor.

Upon witnessing this astonishing phenomenon, Long'er's eyes revealed an undisguised shock for the first time.

"What...what happened outside?"

Jin remained silent for a long time before slowly uttering a sentence.

"have no idea."

"But this is definitely not the kind of commotion that would be caused by a battle between ordinary masters."

The ancestral land of the Wu family.

On an ancient stone platform, Wu Wudi stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.

When that chasm stretched across the land, the eyes of this top ten martial artist changed completely.

He could sense that it wasn't just a simple clash of martial arts.

That was a terrifying clash that could cause cracks to appear in the very rules of heaven and earth.

"How could someone possibly destroy the heavens to this extent..."

His voice was deep, and his palms unconsciously clenched slowly.

Chijiabao.

Chi Jue stood atop the tall building, his robes fluttering in the fierce wind.

He stared intently at the crack in the sky, his arrogance replaced by shock.

The aura emanating from the depths of the rift in the sky caused his internal energy to stagnate briefly.

"What level of battle is this exactly?"

"When did China produce such a person?"

Guishan.

Xiao Sanxiao sat on the old rattan chair in front of the house, squinting at the sky.

A moment later, he casually took out a few ancient coins and flicked them with his fingertips.

The ancient coin landed on the stone table, yet it did not reveal any clear hexagram.

He stared at the table for a moment, then suddenly shook his head and smiled.

"Can't figure it out."

He slowly stood up and yawned.

"never mind."

"Let Duan Lang worry about this kind of troublesome matter."

After saying that, he turned around and went back into the house. He closed the wooden door and actually went to sleep.

Cangwu Peak.

Xu Fu stood alone on the mountaintop, gazing towards the capital.

The composure on his face had vanished.

"It seems I need to intensify my cultivation of the Five Elements Divine Skill."

His eyes were gloomy, and his five fingers slowly tightened inside his sleeve.

Buyeo Kingdom.

Before a sword pavilion overlooking the sea, Sword Emperor Mu Yingxiong slowly lowered the long sword in his hand.

The sea breeze ruffled his clothes, but his gaze remained fixed on the sky above the Central Plains.

Even across the vast ocean, the terrifying phenomenon still shook him to his core.

"Central Plains..."

Mu Yingxiong frowned deeply.

"What exactly happened?"

He didn't understand.

Further away, the islands of Japan.

Amidst the mountain temples, sea cliffs, and ancient monasteries, many reclusive masters ceased their cultivation and gazed towards the Central Plains.

No one knows what exactly happened there.

But everyone realized it at the same moment.

A world-shaking war, capable of reshaping the global landscape, is erupting across the land of China.

Deep in the heavens.

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun's figures briefly appeared between the lightning and the wind.

Dugu Ming also revealed himself within the Primordial True Dragon.

The three of them exchanged a glance across the turbulent currents, which were powerful enough to destroy everything.

No one spoke, and there was no time to speak.

The next instant, the rift in the sky suddenly rolled inward.

The wind, clouds, and thunder were all caught up in it.

The aura of the ancient heavens was drawn in.

The Primordial True Dragon was also caught up in it.

Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and Dugu Ming were simultaneously swallowed by the darkness.

boom--!!!

The world suddenly fell silent.

The raging thunder disappeared, and the ancient sky vanished.

The sky, which had been split in two, closed up again after a violent tremor.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the lightning went out.

It was as if the great battle that had just occurred, one that could have destroyed the entire land, had never truly taken place.

Only the dragon peak, now reduced to ashes, remains, leaving a massive and chilling void in the center of the capital.

Dust settled slowly.

The entire capital city was deathly silent.

No one speaks.

No one dared to move.

Everyone is waiting.

When Dugu Ming fell from the sky again.

After Feng and Yun stood up from the ruins.

But a breath can pass.

Ten breaths passed.

A hundred breaths passed.

There was no further movement in the sky.

There was no response from deep within the earth.

Nie Feng has disappeared.

Bu Jingyun has disappeared.

Dugu Ming has also disappeared.

There was no body, no blood.

Even the aura of the three people seemed to have been completely wiped out from this world by that rift in the sky.

In the distance, a veteran of the martial arts world trembled and took a half step back, his face as pale as paper.

Where are they...?

Where are they?

No one can answer.

Some say that Fengyun and Dugu Ming perished together.

Some say they were taken away by the will of Heaven and will never return to the human world.

Others gazed at the now-calm sky and whispered in trembling voices.

"No...they are not dead."

"They went to a place we can't see."

The people of the capital refused to believe it.

Countless people knelt in the streets and alleys, desperately kowtowing towards the empty sky.

"The Peerless Emperor will not die!"

"His Majesty will definitely return!"

"Long live the Peerless Emperor!"

This battle has no winner or loser.

Only the vanished Fengyun, the vanished Dugu Ming, and the completely obliterated Longfeng remain.

Despite his severe injuries, Wuming stood slowly in the wind.

He looked up at the sky, which had returned to calm, but his expression showed no sign of relief.

He couldn't understand it.

They couldn't determine where that rift in the sky led.

He couldn't be sure whether Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and Dugu Ming were dead or alive.

This unknown is more terrifying than death.

Much later.

Wuming slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"This matter..."

He paused for a moment, then finally looked into the distance.

That's the direction of the outer heavens.

"I'm afraid we'll have to ask Senior Jiang."

Amidst the ruins.

A group of imperial guards escorted Wenlong, standing amidst the ruins, completely at a loss.

The peerless emperor who had just dominated the land and was about to unify the world had simply vanished before everyone's eyes.

A guard captain swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"this……"

"The Peerless Emperor has disappeared..."

The moment those words were spoken, the expressions of the ministers who had previously remained silent changed instantly.

Some people first looked up at the sky.

Someone then looked at Wenlong, who was being held captive.

The next moment, an old minister with white hair and beard suddenly stepped forward, pointed at the imperial guards, and shouted angrily.

"stop!"

"How dare you disrespect His Majesty's elder brother!"

That sound seemed to ignite something.

More ministers stepped forward.

"The Great Qian Dynasty's rebellion against the Qing Dynasty was inherently illegitimate and without legitimacy!"

"Now that the traitor Dugu has vanished without a trace, it is the time for us to overthrow the Qianlong Emperor and restore the Ming Dynasty!"

"Release Prince Wenlong!"

The imperial guards, already in a state of confusion, loosened their grip slightly when shouted at by these former officials.

It was at this moment that...

At the end of the ruins, a series of steady footsteps suddenly came.