I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Since you were an immortal from the primordial era, why weren't you refined by those gods?"

Master Roshi's eye twitched.

"What immortals or anything like that?"

He shrank back, his words mumbled, but a clear look of fear, a reluctance to recall the past, flashed across his face.

Jiang Chen did not let this issue go.

"And the Four Divine Beasts."

"Divine Dragon, Phoenix, Fire Qilin, and seniors."

"If the primordial world was truly as vast as the senior described, why are the four divine beasts that have survived not considered particularly strong?"

He glanced at the shell on Master Roshi's back.

"Especially the seniors."

"His immortal techniques are completely useless in today's martial arts world. If he weren't born with the ability to shield himself from the secrets of heaven, he probably wouldn't even be able to protect himself."

Master Roshi's face darkened at his words.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't find a way to refute it.

Because Jiang Chen was telling the truth.

The reason he's survived this long is never because he's good at fighting.

It relies on its ability to hide.

Master Roshi remained silent for a long while before finally saying in a low voice:

"You think all the mythical beasts of the primordial era were like these few?"

Jiang Chen's gaze shifted slightly.

Master Roshi looked up at the sky, as if through this small patch of sky he could see the ancient starry sky that no longer existed.

"The primordial era spanned countless epochs."

"The mythical beasts of that time were far more powerful than people of later generations could even imagine."

"Some mythical beasts have lived for hundreds of millions of years, occupying a star field."

"Some mythical beasts have lifespans of trillions of years. A single slumber is enough to turn oceans into mulberry fields and cause countless races to rise and fall."

"They swallow the sun and moon, tear apart galaxies, and can even contend with immortals, Buddhas, and sages."

At this point, Master Roshi twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile looking rather awkward.

"But almost all of those powerful mythical beasts disappeared in the end."

"Some were directly refined into flesh and blood sustenance by the extraterrestrial gods."

"Some were having their bones extracted and used to refine weapons."

"Some were even worse off, their minds were erased, and they were taken as mounts to carry those so-called gods through the heavens for eternity."

Jiang Chen's eyes darkened slightly.

"So the four divine beasts that remained..."

"They are among the weakest."

Master Roshi continued his words.

"The weakest dragon."

"The weakest phoenix."

"The weakest fire unicorn."

He paused, then pointed to himself.

"And then there's the old man who's best at hiding."

"Later generations called us the Four Divine Beasts, which sounds quite impressive."

"But in the true primordial era, someone of our level wouldn't even be worth a single scale that fell off when those ancient mythical beasts were dozing off."

Jiang Chen did not laugh.

This answer sounds absurd, but it makes more sense.

No wonder the so-called Four Divine Beasts are enough to stir up a storm in the martial arts world.

However, if placed in the primordial world described by Master Roshi, a place where the stars stretch across the sky and sages and Hongjun all exist, it is indeed far from enough.

Jiang Chen asked again:

"Those powerful divine beasts were all refined and enslaved, so how did you, senior, survive?"

Master Roshi's expression suddenly changed.

When he mentioned being captured and taken to Loulan, he only felt sorry for the tortoise shell.

He spoke with a heavy heart when the topic of the extraterrestrial gods refining the primordial world came up.

But at this moment, what Jiang Chen saw in his eyes was a fear that was truly etched into his very bones.

Master Roshi's shell slightly retracted.

Even its neck seemed to instinctively retract half an inch into its shell.

"I don't know."

Jiang Chen frowned.

"have no idea?"

Master Roshi's voice was kept extremely low.

"During that final period, I hid in a muddy swamp on the edge of the wilderness."

"I dare not move."

"I dare not look."

"I dare not reveal even the slightest hint of my presence."

Then, a gaze fell upon us.

As he said this, his throat visibly bobbed.

"I have never seen such a look in my entire life."

"It doesn't seem like murderous intent."

"It doesn't resemble anger."

"It doesn't even feel like looking at a living thing."

"It's like... it's like someone looked down at a pebble on the side of the road."

"I was so scared I almost lost my soul."

"But that man only glanced at me."

"Then they left."

The sea breeze blew by, and Master Roshi seemed to feel a chill again.

"To this day, I still don't know why he didn't kill me."

"Perhaps they think I'm too weak."

"Perhaps they simply don't take me seriously."

"Maybe……"

Master Roshi paused, then didn't continue.

Jiang Chen, however, understood another meaning.

Perhaps that one glance already determined something.

He paused for a moment and asked:

"What's the name of that divine race that sealed off the nine heavens and ten earths?"

Master Roshi froze, not answering immediately.

In Xiao Yuan's eyes, there was even a kind of fear that shouldn't have appeared in an old man like him.

It was as if simply mentioning that clan name would once again disturb a being slumbering deep within the Heavenly Dao.

Jiang Chen did not urge him.

After a long while, Master Roshi finally uttered four words, his voice trembling.

"The Bu Clan of Gods"

boom.

This time, it was Jiang Chen's turn to be shaken.

The name "Bu" is certainly not unfamiliar in today's martial arts world.

This surname has long been famous throughout the martial arts world because of Bu Jingyun.

But what Master Roshi said might be true.

The extraterrestrial gods who sealed off the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, re-established a new Heavenly Dao, cut off the Immortal Path, and left only the Martial Path, were also called the Bu Clan.

This is no longer a simple coincidence.

In Jiang Chen's mind, many previously scattered clues suddenly connected in an instant.

Why did Feng and Yun become the chosen ones of Heaven in this world?

Why is it that Bu Jingyun, despite his many hardships throughout his life, always manages to rise against the odds in dire circumstances?

Why can the combination of wind and clouds influence the boundless way of heaven?

Why is it that the Bu family bloodline is so entangled with the deepest destiny of this world?

If the new Heavenly Dao of this world is truly related to the Bu clan of gods.

That Bu Jingyun is probably not just a martial arts legend chosen by the Heavenly Dao.

Jiang Chen slowly raised his head and looked at the seemingly calm sky.

The Bu clan of gods.

These four words are the truly earth-shattering secret that could shake the very foundation of the entire world of Fengyun.

Master Roshi stared at Jiang Chen for a long time, then suddenly shrank back.

"etc."

"You wouldn't happen to be a god too, would you?"

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and looked at him.

Do I look like it to you?

Master Roshi looked him over carefully for a few moments, then shook his head decisively.

"It doesn't look like it."

Jiang Chen remained calm.

Master Roshi added another sentence.

"The gods are not as weak as you."

"..."

Jiang Chen was speechless for a moment.

If anyone in this world dared to say those words to him, they would probably seem ridiculous.

But the one who said this was an old tortoise who had survived since the beginning of time.

According to Master Roshi, in that era, sages, Hongjun, the Heavenly Court, the Underworld, primordial divine beasts, and other gods from beyond the heavens all truly existed.

Compared to that, he doesn't seem to amount to much now.

Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"I've changed my mind."

Master Roshi's heart skipped a beat.

"What...what are you trying to do now?"

Jiang Chen looked at him.

"Half the health isn't enough."

Master Roshi's small round eyes widened instantly.

Jiang Chen said slowly:

"I want the complete bloodline of the divine turtle."

"No!"

Master Roshi immediately bristled, nearly bouncing off the sand.

"Complete bloodline?"

"That could kill people!"

"I finally managed to find the shell, and you turn around and want my life?"

The tortoise shell on his back shrank.

But Jiang Chen didn't rush to make a move.

He raised his right hand, and in his palm, a simple and mysterious illusory book slowly appeared.

The book's shadow, though lacking the turning of pages, seems to encompass the entire universe.

Countless fine and obscure lines flicker around the book's shadow, resembling martial arts, divine secrets, and the origin of all laws.

Master Roshi was still shouting.

But the moment he saw the image of the book, his voice stopped abruptly.

His small, round eyes suddenly narrowed, and he even paused for a moment.

"This is……"

Jiang Chen said calmly:

"Heavenly Book"

"I can seal the senior's primordial spirit into it."

"Once I reach the summit, I will rebuild your physical body."

Master Roshi did not speak immediately.

He lived too long and saw too many treasures.

But he still couldn't see through the illusory image of the celestial book before him.

It's not that we can't tell the difference in strength.

The more they looked, the more they felt that this thing shouldn't have appeared in this sealed-off wasteland at all.

It is neither a celestial artifact nor a divine weapon.

It was unlike any of the treasures he had ever seen in the primordial era.

It is like a road that has not yet fully grown, but can already faintly connect all directions.

Master Roshi's expression changed repeatedly; of course, he was still afraid of dying.

He was simply lying on the island, sunbathing, humming a tune, and enjoying the sea breeze.

Who knew that someone would come knocking on my door in such a confused state, first asking for my blood, and then for my complete bloodline.

Good days are coming to an end for no reason.

Who wouldn't feel aggrieved in that situation?

But he understood it in his heart as well.

If Jiang Chen really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't need to take out the Heavenly Book.

There's no need to waste so much breath on him.

Moreover, the opponent has already gathered the bloodlines of the three divine beasts: the Fire Qilin, the Divine Dragon, and the Phoenix.

All that's missing is his share of divine turtle blood.

From the moment Jiang Chen stood in front of him, he had no real room to refuse.

Master Roshi raised his hand to touch the turtle shell he had just put back on his back, then looked at the boundless ocean in the distance.

After a long while, he suddenly sighed.

The sigh was very soft, yet it seemed to have blown back from the very end of time.

"Immortality..."

He murmured softly.

"How many people wanted to live forever in the past?"

"But after living a long time, I realized that living a long life in such a cage is actually not very meaningful."

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Master Roshi's gaze became somewhat unfocused.

He seemed to see the sky of the primordial era again.

He saw his old friends who had once run, quarreled, fled, and laughed with him across the world.

Some turned into blood and mud.

Some were forged into weapons.

Some became mounts of the gods.

Some even have had their names erased by time, and no one remembers them anymore.

And he is still alive.

Living in this sealed-off, ruined world.

Living until the beginning of time has become a legend.

I lived until my old age when all my friends turned to ashes.

He lived to the point where he could hardly tell whether he was lucky or should have died long ago in that era.

Master Roshi remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at Jiang Chen.

"Young man."

His voice was no longer as comical as before.

Instead, it showed a rare seriousness.

"I hope you're not lying to this old man."