I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Jiang Chen did not interrupt.

Master Roshi continued:

"Later, I was captured by them and taken to the Loulan Kingdom."

"That group of people regarded me as a divine tortoise that could know the will of Heaven, worshipping me day and night and divining for me night and night."

At this point, Master Roshi's face showed an expression of unbearable regret.

"They are afraid I will run away, so they offer me food and wine."

"I have no martial arts skills and cannot use any immortal techniques, so they can only chain me up in my tortoise shell and lock me in an underground palace."

"Fortunately, those fools only thought I could consult the will of Heaven, not knowing that my blood could grant immortality."

"Otherwise, I would have been dried up by them long ago."

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered slightly.

Loulan?

Tortoise shell?

Destiny?

These words, strung together, instantly added an inexplicable eeriness to this ancient kingdom that had long since vanished into the yellow sands.

It seems that beneath that expanse of yellow sand lies more than just a piece of history about a fallen kingdom.

Master Roshi was unaware of what Jiang Chen was thinking and continued to grumble incessantly.

"The Loulan Kingdom was soon destroyed."

"Everywhere was in chaos and war, and most of the underground palace had collapsed."

"Taking advantage of the fall of Loulan and the collapse of the underground palace, I managed to abandon the tortoise shell and slip away by sheer luck."

As he said this, his face contorted in pain.

"That's my shell."

"Although I don't need it now, I still feel uneasy leaving it outside."

Jiang Chen understood.

"Senior, do you want me to go to the Loulan ruins and retrieve the tortoise shell?"

Master Roshi nodded immediately.

"good."

"Bring back my body, and I will tell you what happened back then."

Jiang Chen did not hesitate.

"Can."

Just as Master Roshi was about to give a few more instructions, Jiang Chen had already turned around.

"Wait for me for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

The words fell.

His figure vanished silently from the spot.

There was no wind, and no light.

Not even a single grain of sand beneath their feet was stirred up.

Master Roshi opened his mouth, then froze on the beach.

A stick of incense?

From here to the ruins of Loulan, there are countless miles of mountains and seas separating us.

This kid's opening line is as long as an incense stick's worth of smoke?

Even if it could fly, it couldn't be that fast, right?

Master Roshi stared blankly at the spot where Jiang Chen had disappeared. After a long while, he slowly uttered a sentence.

"This young man..."

"Don't you even think before you speak?"

Deep in the desert, yellow sand swirls everywhere.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, baking the entire desert until it was distorted and deformed.

The endless sand dunes undulate like waves. When the wind blows, thousands of grains of sand are swept up, obscuring the sky and the sun, as if the entire world has been buried in a dim yellow hue.

Amidst the swirling yellow sand, a figure appeared silently, dressed in white, untouched by the dust.

Jiang Chen stood on the sand dune, his gaze calmly sweeping over his surroundings.

There used to be a country here.

There are cities.

There are palaces.

Countless people believe they can foresee the future by relying on so-called destiny.

But now, everything is buried by the yellow sand.

Jiang Chen raised his right hand, his fingertips twitching slightly, and began to deduce the location of the Loulan ruins.

Just one breath.

His gaze then fell upon an unremarkable stretch of sand in the southwest.

"Found it."

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, shrinking the distance to an inch.

The next instant, his figure appeared on another sand dune.

This place is no different from its surroundings.

Yellow sand, fierce wind, and emptiness.

There is no trace of the ruins of an ancient kingdom.

Jiang Chen did not make any further calculations.

He simply glanced down at his feet, then lifted his foot and gently stepped on it.

boom!!

This seemingly casual kick actually carried an invisible force that pierced straight down the sand and into the depths of the ground.

The sea of ​​sand suddenly stood still for a moment.

In the next instant, the yellow sand hundreds of feet around Jiang Chen's feet began to spin rapidly like a whirlpool on the surface of water.

Layer upon layer of sand collapsed inwards, the sand grains rubbing against each other, emitting a low and eerie roar.

In the blink of an eye, a huge vortex of quicksand formed in the center of the dune.

Jiang Chen did not resist, letting the swirling yellow sand engulf him.

A moment later, the sand dunes closed up again.

When the wind blows, the surface of the sand dunes returns to its original state, as if no one had ever been there.

Deep underground, in complete darkness.

Jiang Chen landed slowly. There was no light around him, and the air was so stuffy that it felt like it had been sealed for hundreds of years.

But to him, there was no difference between light and darkness.

Under the Heavenly Eye, everything before my eyes was crystal clear.

He was standing in an ancient ruin that was so vast it was unimaginable.

Broken stone pillars leaned against the ground, and collapsed palace walls were half-buried by yellow sand.

In the distance, rows of broken stone statues remain, their expressions strange, as if they were still gazing up at some unspeakable destiny before their death.

This is the Kingdom of Loulan.

Jiang Chen did not linger.

He followed the lingering scent of the tortoise shell and ventured deeper into the ruins.

As they passed, the heavy stone gates silently crumbled, and the collapsed passageways automatically separated.

The ancient ruins, buried beneath yellow sand and rock layers for hundreds of years, lay before him like an unobstructed open courtyard.

Not long after.

Jiang Chen stopped in front of a huge underground chamber.

The door to the secret chamber had long been twisted and deformed by the yellow sand, and was covered with mottled rust and ancient runes.

He raised his hand and gently brushed it away.

With a deafening roar, the giant gate exploded inward.

Deep within the secret chamber, an enormous tortoise shell lay silently.

The turtle shell is too big.

It was so large that it didn't look like the remains of a living being at all.

It looks more like a small mountain that has been forcibly moved into the depths of an underground palace.

The surface of the tortoise shell is covered with dark textures etched by the passage of time. Each line is like a dried-up ancient river, crisscrossing and silently recording a long-lost ancient era.

Around the tortoise shell, dozens of incredibly thick iron chains were wrapped in layers.

The refined iron was already rusted, but it still managed to wrap around the turtle shell through the gaps left by the limbs, head, and tail, locking the entire turtle shell tightly in the center of the secret chamber.

Jiang Chen glanced at it, then pointed his fingers like a sword and made a casual slash.

laugh!

All the iron chains that pierced the tortoise shell snapped silently in an instant.

The heavy iron chain crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Jiang Chen stepped forward and placed one hand on the edge of the tortoise shell.

next moment.

He carried the enormous tortoise shell, which was as big as a small mountain, on his shoulders.

The entire chamber suddenly sank, cracks spread rapidly across the ground, and the rock above was shaken by the force, causing sand to fall.

Jiang Chen didn't stop even half a step.

He carried the tortoise shell and looked up at the thick rock layers and endless yellow sand above.

Then he stomped his foot.

boom--!!!

The entire underground chamber exploded on the spot.

Jiang Chen, carrying the enormous tortoise shell, soared directly into the sky.

When a rock blocks the way, it crumbles.

The yellow sand pressed down on my head and then dispersed.

He ignored the obstacles of the earth and forced his way through the rock layers and sand sea from the deepest part of the Loulan ruins.

next moment.

In the heart of the desert, a figure in white, carrying a tortoise shell as large as a mountain, broke through the sand and soared straight into the sky.

The yellow sand was swept up by the air currents and transformed into a huge sand pillar that stretched for dozens of miles.

Jiang Chen did not turn around.

He carried the tortoise shell and took a step out into the high sky.

His figure transformed into a white streak of light, rapidly heading towards the depths of the vast ocean.

On a lonely island in the vast ocean.

With the broken bamboo chair gone, Master Roshi simply rested his head on a round rock, crossed his legs, and continued sunbathing with his eyes half-closed.

He started humming a tuneless little melody again, slowly.

As he hummed along, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The sunlight overhead seemed to be blocked by something.

Master Roshi lazily opened one eye.

next moment.

His eyes widened suddenly.

A massive shadow was rapidly descending from the sky.

The shadow initially resembled only a dark cloud.

But in the blink of an eye, it grew bigger and heavier, eventually covering the entire beach almost like a small mountain.

Master Roshi let out a strange "Aow!" and scrambled to the side using both his hands and feet.

boom--!!!

The mountain-like tortoise shell crashed heavily next to where he had been lying.

The entire island trembled violently.

The waves were violently thrown skyward, and the surrounding rocks tumbled and crashed all over the place.

Master Roshi lay on the sand, his head and face covered in sand, but he didn't care about his disheveled appearance.

He stared intently at the enormous tortoise shell before him, first stunned, then his old face instantly contorted with excitement.

"what!"

"It's my tortoise shell!"

He suddenly turned his head.

Jiang Chen, dressed in white, descended and stood before him.

Master Roshi opened his mouth, then looked at the sky, completely bewildered.

"You little brat..."

"You're back so soon?"

Jiang Chen didn't answer his nonsense. He just looked at the tortoise shell, which was as big as a small mountain, and then looked down at the thin, short old man in front of him.

After a moment of silence, he finally asked:

"You're so small, how come your turtle shell is so big?"

Upon hearing this, Master Roshi immediately puffed out his chest.

Although his chest wasn't exactly something to brag about.

"You just don't understand, do you?"

He stroked his chin smugly, his tone finally carrying a hint of pride at having regained his footing.

"I can be big or small."

Jiang Chen looked at him.

The air suddenly became quiet for a moment.

The statement itself doesn't seem to have any problem.

But when it came from the mouth of an old man named Master Roshi, coupled with his short, wrinkled, and smug appearance, it inexplicably seemed a bit frivolous.

Just as Jiang Chen was momentarily stunned, Master Roshi had already scurried over to the side of the turtle shell.

He circled the giant tortoise shell twice, as if reuniting with an old friend after many years, and gently patted the edge of the shell.

"Old buddy, I'm sorry to have put you through this."

After saying this, he bent over, hunched his neck, and squeezed into the opening left by the turtle's head and neck.

Jiang Chen stood to the side, quietly watching this scene.

The scene was somewhat comical.

A gaunt old man, like an eel, burrowed into the massive tortoise shell.

But the next moment, a low, bone-vibrating sound suddenly came from inside the tortoise shell.

Master Roshi's body began to change rapidly inside the turtle shell.

His thin, short body continued to swell.

The neck slowly emerges from the gap in the head and neck.

The four limbs also extended from the opening under the tortoise shell and re-embedded in their original positions.

On the wrinkled skin, a layer of dark, ancient texture emerged.

In the blink of an eye, the gaunt old man transformed back into an enormous old tortoise inside the tortoise shell.