I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

High above, thunder roared, the deep rumble like an ancient howl, shaking the entire majestic Tianshan Mountains to their core.

The once deathly silent night sky was instantly transformed, and a suffocating sense of oppression surged in from all directions like a tide, swallowing up the last ray of light between heaven and earth.

The howling wind was like the mournful roar of countless vengeful ghosts, ravaging the majestic Tianshan Mountains.

Dark, inky clouds surged and gathered, layer upon layer, as if they were about to crush this world.

The biting wind, mixed with ice and snow, rushed in, and deep in the clouds, countless silver snakes of lightning danced and intertwined, tearing the dark night sky to shreds.

Deep in the sky, the surging sea of ​​clouds slowly coalesced, transforming into a gigantic and ferocious face, hanging high above the heavens, coldly overlooking all living beings.

The giant face's eyes were two enormous, bottomless vortexes of lightning, containing a majestic divine power.

It was as if the heavens had opened their eyes at that moment, gazing down at the ants below with a cold indifference towards all living beings.

This is the manifestation of the will of the winds and clouds, the instinct of the destiny of this world.

It sensed the existence that was about to transcend the rules and wanted to nip it in the bud before it truly awakened, turning it into ashes.

Under this terrifying pressure that could change the very fabric of the world and even make a grandmaster despair, Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering in the fierce wind.

He stood as still as a pine tree, unmoved, as if the overwhelming divine power was nothing but fleeting smoke in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head, and his Martial Arts Heavenly Eye suddenly opened wide, with chaotic energy flowing and swirling within his eyes, as deep as an abyss.

His gaze pierced through layers of void, staring directly at the colossal face of thunder in the sky, a cold, arrogant smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Hmph, the Heavenly Dao?" A cold glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes. Though his voice was soft, it resonated like a great bell, instantly shattering the swirling snow and echoing between heaven and earth.

"So what if it's the heavens?! Even you, you wicked old heavens, can't stop me! Since the heavens won't accept me, then I'll defy them!"

Before he finished speaking, the pupil in his right eye, which had been calm, suddenly contracted, turning into a pitch-black abyss.

It was pure destruction, the end of all things, a void from which even light could not escape.

boom!!!

A jet-black, annihilating divine light, surrounded by dark purple lightning, burst forth directly from his right eye.

Like a black dragon swimming upstream, carrying an aura of resolute determination to destroy the rules and annihilate all things, it fiercely pierced the sky!

Sizzle—!

Space seemed like a fragile piece of cloth, easily torn apart by this divine light, revealing a dark void crack.

Wherever the divine light passed, the thunder vanished instantly, and the gale ceased.

The once invincible Heavenly Dao face in the void didn't even have time to let out a scream before it collapsed and disintegrated instantly in the face of this power, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

With just one strike, the overwhelming power of the heavens was shattered!

In a short while, the wind stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the world returned to its clear state.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars are as clear as a wash. The cool moonlight shines through the sparse clouds, gently caressing the vast mountains once again.

In this deathly silence, deep within Jiang Chen's left pupil, countless golden runes frantically deduced and changed unpredictably, finally reaching the end of the martial path at this moment.

The golden figure that governs "creation" slowly came to a stop and returned to peace.

The golden runes flying everywhere seemed to be summoned from ancient times, converging like rivers flowing into the sea, and finally condensing into hundreds of dazzling ancient seal characters in the void.

Each word seems to contain the supreme power of creation, each word is a gem, radiant and dazzling, exuding a magnificent divine might that makes one's heart tremble.

This is by no means an ordinary martial arts manual, but a martial arts outline that transcends the nine heavens and ten earths and points directly to the origin of the Great Dao.

Jiang Chen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his gaze deep as he stared at the supreme scripture composed of golden light in mid-air. He whispered a name for it—[Heavenly Book].

As the scripture took shape, the true energy within his body underwent a tremendous qualitative change.

At this moment, he was no longer bound by the traditional dantian and qi sea, nor did he need the guidance of the divine soul in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Under the operation of the Heavenly Book, all 480 million pores and even every acupoint on the body seemed to transform into independent abyssal black holes, greedily devouring the vast天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) around them and refining it into a higher level—Divine Essence!

With one's body as the universe, one achieves sainthood through the physical body, thus remaining indestructible through countless eons and eternally existing.

On the distant eaves, You Ruo stood alone in a green dress, the night wind blowing and stirring her ink-black hair.

She rested her chin on her hands, gazing intently at the figure in white, as pure as snow, like a banished immortal, in mid-air, her eyes filled with a dreamy light.

The moonlight, like a ribbon, quietly shone on Jiang Chen, gilding him with a sacred and hazy silver glow.

"Brother Jiang Chen... is truly peerless in his elegance and talent, unparalleled in the world..."

Youruo's beautiful eyes were filled with admiration, and a faint smile involuntarily appeared on her lips, like a peach blossom blooming in early spring.

In her world, at this moment, everything in heaven and earth has lost its color, leaving only that one person standing alone in the sky.

The top of the Heavenly Palace.

The joy of breaking through to the Grandmaster level had long been washed away by the earth-shattering phenomenon in the back mountain, leaving nothing behind.

Duan Lang watched the commotion on the back mountain gradually subside, his expression complex and inscrutable. In the end, he could only let out a long sigh, filled with endless desolation.

"Alas... Why was I born into this world if I am destined to be born into this world? To be born in the same era as Brother Chen, I don't know if it is my good fortune or my misfortune. This insurmountable gap is something I will never be able to catch up with in my entire life."

"Enough of this. Thinking too much is pointless and only adds to my troubles. I should go back and rest."

Just as he turned to leave, Leng Yan, who had been following him closely and standing by his side, seemed to sense the disappointment and desolation in her master's heart.

She took a step forward, and a rare blush appeared on her usually icy face, making her look exceptionally beautiful in the moonlight, like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg.

"Master..." Leng Yan's voice was soft as water, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. In the quiet night, it was like a nightingale's song, melodious and low.

"If my master is troubled and unable to find peace of mind, Leng Yan... is willing to undress him and serve him in bed, so as to relieve his worries."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang froze, slowly turning around to stare in astonishment at the beautiful woman before him: "What? Serving in bed? You...you are a protector of my sect, why would you do such a...lowly thing?"

Leng Yan lowered her head, her dark hair obscuring half her face. Though her voice was soft, it carried the resolute determination of a death warrior.

"The body and soul of the sword slave belong to the master. Whether it is the sword in her hand or this broken body... as long as the master gives the order, Leng Yan will not hesitate to die ten thousand times and is willing to sacrifice herself."

"this……"

Duan Lang felt a surge of heat in his heart, and his gaze involuntarily lingered on Leng Yan's graceful and exquisite figure.

Normally, this woman is as cold as ice, like ancient ice, keeping people at arm's length.

I never imagined that beneath this iceberg lay such tenderness and captivating charm.

Just as Duan Lang's mind was wavering, and he was confused and infatuated—

The towering, robust man beside him, Wen Nu, also awkwardly moved closer.

His face, full of fat, trembled slightly, and he managed to squeeze out a chillingly "shy" smile, which looked especially eerie under the moonlight.

He rubbed his large, fan-like hands together, deliberately lowering his voice, and said softly:

"Master...Master...Actually, I can also help you sleep peacefully...I have quite a bit of experience with massage techniques..."

"..."

The smile on Duan Lang's face froze instantly, and he felt a churning in his stomach, almost vomiting.

Looking at Wen Nu's affected "let him have his way" attitude, he felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingle.

The fleeting sense of enchantment that had just arisen in my mind vanished in an instant, replaced by endless terror and chills.

"roll!!!"

A furious shout shattered the silence of the sky. Duan Lang dared not look at the two of them again. His figure moved like lightning, and he rushed down the rooftop as if fleeing, disappearing into the night in an instant.

This outer heaven is truly... terrifying!

On the rooftop, the cold wind howled, swirling up a few withered leaves, making the scene even more desolate.

Watching Duan Lang flee in a disheveled state, Leng Yan's pretty face, which had been flushed, instantly darkened. The tenderness in her eyes transformed into a chilling killing intent, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment.

She slowly turned her head, staring intently at Wen Nu, who was still scratching his head and grinning foolishly beside her. Gritting her teeth, she said hatefully, "Wen Nu! You good-for-nothing idiot!"

"Huh? Girl, what's going on?" Wen Nu blinked innocently, seemingly unaware of the terrible trouble she had just caused.

"Why? How dare you ask why?!" Leng Yan trembled with anger, wishing she could immediately draw her sword and kill this spoilsport.

"I just painstakingly created such a romantic atmosphere, and I was about to get what I wanted, to serve my master. But you ruined it all with that one lousy remark! Don't you even look at your own face, this muscular body? You actually dare to dream of serving your master? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror?"

"Uh... I... I just wanted to show my loyalty to my master..." Wen Nu shrank his neck in grievance and muttered softly, his voice barely audible.

"Get out! Stay away from me and your master from now on!"

Leng Yan stomped hard on Wen Nu's foot, snorted coldly, and left in a huff, leaving Wen Nu standing alone in the cold wind, rubbing his instep, looking bewildered and at a loss.

Several days later.

Deep in the snow-capped mountains, snow and wind swirled everywhere.

This place is a forbidden area in the Central Plains martial arts world, and also the supreme holy place in the hearts of countless swordsmen—the former site of the Sword Sect.

Between heaven and earth, everything is a vast expanse of white, with only endless glaciers and snowfields remaining, existing since time immemorial.

The cold wind was like a knife, raging and howling, mercilessly cutting through everything, as if to freeze the last bit of life in this world, turning it into eternal death.

Amidst this icy and snowy landscape, a figure dressed in pristine white suddenly appeared out of nowhere, like a celestial being descending to earth.

He walked on the void, three inches off the ground, and no matter how fierce the wind and snow raged, his white robes remained spotless and ethereal.

It was as if an invisible barrier surrounded him, keeping out all the snow and wind, preventing him from advancing an inch.

"This... is the Sword Sect..."

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, the golden light of his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye flowing through his eyes, gazing silently at the ruins before him, filled with the vicissitudes of time and sorrow, through the raging wind and snow.

On the massive ice peak, broken swords lay scattered everywhere, each exuding a chilling aura, as if telling tales of an indomitable sword spirit and unfulfilled ambitions of the past.

The wind and snow swept across the blade, producing soft, mournful sounds, as if thousands of sword spirits were sobbing.

"That old bastard Jue Wushen must have already led his army to set foot on the Central Plains by now."

"However, as long as he doesn't seek his own death by provoking my Heavenly Outer Heaven, I won't bother with him. Fengyun, Wuming, these so-called 'chosen ones' need some tempering, otherwise, wouldn't this vast martial world be too desolate?"

Although his trip to the Sword Sect was for the legendary "Return of Ten Thousand Swords," it was merely a side effect for him.

In his view, this supreme sword technique was no longer indispensable.

But now that we're here, we can't leave it to a clown like Jue Wushen to squander.

But the real purpose of this trip was for one person.

A woman who haunted his dreams and remained unforgettable through his past and present lives.

Jiang Chen's gaze seemed to pierce through layers of ice curtains and transcend the barriers of time and space. In the depths of that secluded ice field, he vaguely saw a beautiful and ethereal figure.

"Second dream... I'm here."