I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The moon waxes and wanes, and the cold wind atop the Tianshan Mountains remains biting, yet it has already quietly blown away the past events of the mortal world.

Only the solitary clouds and mist linger among the pavilions of the outer heavens, witnessing the desolation and transcendence of this place.

On the rooftop of the Supreme Elder's Pavilion, Jiang Chen sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint, ethereal glow, like a banished immortal descending to earth.

His eyes were slightly lowered, but his consciousness had already merged into the mysterious and unfathomable Heavenly Book, letting time slip away quietly through his fingertips without leaving a trace.

Beneath the attic, two graceful figures intertwined to create a breathtaking scene.

Second Dream wielded her long sword, the sword energy dreamlike and illusory, carrying a touch of detached indifference as if she had seen through the ways of the world;

You Ruo was not to be outdone. With her palms flying, her true energy swept like a whirlwind. The power of the Transformation Saint Technique echoed the sword energy, stirring up dust everywhere.

Once upon a time, there was a bit of rivalry and hostility between the two women, but in their daily competition, this barrier gradually melted away without them even realizing it.

Although they still argued verbally, a warm sense of mutual appreciation had emerged in their eyes.

The swordplay abruptly stopped, and Second Dream gently touched her cheek.

The once hideous, curse-like red spots have long since vanished under the sword technique that harmonizes Yin and Yang, revealing a peerless face that could eclipse the heavens and earth.

She looked up at the figure on the rooftop, her heart filled with complex and unfathomable emotions.

The "wind" that once conveyed affection through letters now seemed too distant and too faint in the face of this god-like man, as faint as an elusive dream.

Just then, the silence was broken by a cold laugh.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes, and with a turn of his Heavenly Eye, he saw through layers of void.

Deep underground in the darkness, a demon was using earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic or technique), like a poisonous insect lurking in the soil, silently making its way towards the Heavenly Palace.

"Duan Lang, a mouse has come in."

Jiang Chen transmitted his voice secretly, his tone so calm that it didn't cause the slightest ripple.

Duan Lang, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with cold light and killing intent as fast as lightning.

"court death!"

He moved slightly and vanished from his spot in an instant.

A side hall of the Heavenly Palace, beside an ancient well.

The ghostly demon Luo was trembling as he pulled a black porcelain bottle from his robes, intending to pour the deadly poison inside into the well.

If they succeed, the Outer Heavens will likely be plunged into a bloodbath, with countless lives lost.

Just as the bottle was tilted and the venom was about to drip out—

A long, strong hand suddenly gripped his wrist like an iron clamp!

"Who?!"

Gui Chaluo was terrified and struggled desperately, but he felt that the palm was heavier than a thousand pounds and he could not move at all, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, making him unable to move.

He looked up in terror, only to meet a pair of icy, chilling eyes, filled with murderous intent that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Who sent you?"

Duan Lang coldly stared at the ant before him, his voice devoid of any emotion, as if he were judging a dead man.

Seeing that his actions had been exposed, a resolute glint flashed in Guichaluo's eyes.

Without saying a word, he suddenly drew a short knife from his waist with his other hand and, with a ruthless intent to die together, stabbed it fiercely into Duan Lang's throat!

"snort!"

Duan Lang snorted disdainfully and suddenly tightened his grip on the other's wrist.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring and chilling in the silent ancient well.

"ah!!"

Gui Chaluo let out a miserable cry as the porcelain bottle and dagger in his hand fell to the ground at the same time, making a crisp sound that echoed in the empty courtyard.

Just as Duan Lang was about to press further, he saw Gui Chaluo's body suddenly stiffen, and a foul-smelling black blood seeped out from under his hideous mask.

He convulsed violently a few times, and his life was cut off in an instant, leaving him completely silent.

"Suicide by poison?"

Duan Lang slowly released his grip, letting the corpse slump to the ground like mud.

He stared at the hideous demon mask, his brows furrowing slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Duan Lang looked down at the already cold corpse at his feet, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Death squad..."

This fearless and reckless style of behavior is definitely not something that people from the Central Plains martial arts world would do.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the thick fog, looking towards the distant horizon, a murderous intent surging deep within his eyes.

"It seems that some uninvited guests have set their sights on my Outer Heaven."

At the foot of Tianshan Mountain, outside Tianyin City.

A long-abandoned courtyard lay silent in the twilight, its broken walls and ruins exuding an indescribable desolation.

Several demons paced anxiously back and forth, the withered leaves rustling under their feet like whispers of death.

"What's going on? Why hasn't Lao Liu come back yet after all this time?"

"Did we make a mistake?"

"Impossible! Lao Liu's stealth skills are the best among us. Even if the poisoning fails, it shouldn't be difficult for him to escape unscathed."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and a sense of unease spread through them like a tidal wave.

Another hour passed, and the sky became completely dark, with only the cold moon hanging high in the sky.

The companion is still missing.

"It seems the odds are against us." The leader, Ghost Cha Luo, said in a deep voice.

"The Outer Heavens are indeed a place where hidden talents abound. We cannot linger here; let's retreat! We await Lord Juexin's personal decision!"

Before the words were even finished, several dark figures had vanished into the depths of the night like ghosts, leaving only an empty courtyard shivering in the cold wind.

Hundreds of miles away, there is a secluded manor.

The area was heavily guarded, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, and a chilling atmosphere permeated the air.

"Splash... splash..."

The heavy scraping of chains broke the deathly silence.

The nameless man had disheveled hair, a deathly pale face, and his hands were tightly bound by thick iron chains.

Escorted by two Ghost Forks, he staggered into a spacious room, each step seeming so heavy, as if dragging the fate of the entire martial arts world along with him.

The room was brightly lit. Juexin sat upright in the main seat, toying with a yellowed ancient book in his hand, a playful smile on his lips.

"Go down."

He waved his hand, dismissing those around him.

After the door closed, Wuming slowly raised his head, looking at the sinister young man before him with a complex expression:

"You gave me the antidote to restore my sanity, not just to humiliate me, right?"

Although the deadly poison in his body was temporarily suppressed, he still felt extremely weak, his dantian was empty, and he couldn't muster a single bit of true energy.

"Humiliate you? No, no, no." Juexin stood up, took the ancient book, walked to Wuming, and gently shook it. "I did this for it."

Wuming's pupils contracted slightly, his voice tinged with a hoarseness: "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One..."

"Not bad." Jue Xin stared intently at the ancient book in his hand, a greedy glint in the depths of his eyes flickering like a will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness.

"I've read through this sword manual. Apart from the few words at the beginning, it's all blank pages. This kind of deliberate mystification might fool others, but it won't fool me. As a treasure of the Sword Sect, it can't possibly be just a worthless book."

"You are a successor of the Sword Sect and a legend in the martial arts world. If there is anyone in this world who can understand it, it must be you."

"You want me to guide you in cultivation?" Wuming sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Don't even dream about it. Even if I die, I will not let this unique skill fall into the hands of you Japanese."

"Yeah?"

Juexin seemed to have anticipated his refusal, and was not angry. He simply smiled faintly, a smile that exuded a chilling coldness.

Outside the door, a figure was pressed against the wall, holding its breath, and eavesdropping furtively on the sounds inside, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness.

Jealousy gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake. He stared at the tightly closed door, his mind filled with the image of his father's imposing and cold face. For a moment, thoughts of complaining and taking over intertwined in his mind.

Inside the room, the flickering lights illuminated Juexin's increasingly somber face.

Looking at the nameless man who wouldn't listen to reason, the smile in his eyes finally vanished completely, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

"Nameless, do you think I can't do anything to you just because you won't talk?"

Before he could finish speaking, Juexin had already launched a fierce attack without any warning!

boom! boom! boom!

A dull thud echoed in the empty room as Juexin unleashed a series of palm strikes, heavily hitting Wuming's dantian and major acupoints throughout his body.

The force penetrated his body, carrying an overwhelming and domineering power that instantly shattered the last vestiges of dignity of this martial arts legend.

"puff!"

The nameless man screamed in agony, and crimson blood gushed out like broken pearls, staining his white robes red. He collapsed to the ground like a limp rag doll, his once upright spine crumbling in that instant.

In that instant, he felt the remaining true energy in his body completely shattered, his meridians broken inch by inch, and his dantian shattered.

His profound cultivation, accumulated over decades and enough to astound the world, vanished in an instant, leaving only an empty shell shivering in the cold wind.

"You...you crippled my martial arts?!"

Wuming raised his head, trembling, his eyes filled with desolation and despair.

For a martial artist who once stood at the pinnacle, losing all their cultivation is often more unbearable than death.

"No destruction, no construction," Juexin said, looking down at him with a leisurely air. She slowly took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from her fingertips, a cruel smirk playing on her lips.

"Since you refuse to cooperate, it's a waste to keep all your martial arts skills. You're nothing but a cripple now."

As he spoke, he slowly crouched down, leaned close to the nameless man's ear, and whispered like a demon:

"You may disregard your own life and death, but what about your martial arts companions? Their lives are now in my hands."

"Use the secret of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One to exchange for their lives." Jue Xin gently patted Wuming's pale, paper-white cheek.

"Think it over carefully. My patience is limited."

The arrogant laughter faded into the distance, leaving only the nameless man collapsed on the cold ground.

The cold moonlight outside the window reflected his lonely figure, conveying a sense of tragic downfall for a hero.

His cultivation was completely destroyed, he was imprisoned, and he still had to endure this despicable coercion...

Is this the destiny that the Heavenly Sword is destined for?