Two Realms: A giant of immortal martial arts emerges from low Wu Gan

Chapter 594 Re-entering the Eighth Floor of the Eternal Tower!

The Spirit of Space was composed entirely of flowing spatial laws, its face was indistinct, but its eyes, which were made entirely of spatial rifts, were clearly visible.

It looked in the direction Jiang Shu had left, a crack appearing at the corner of its mouth, as if it were smiling.

The man in black robes remained seated in the same spot, smiling as he spoke:

"If you were on his side, you might be won over by his talent and strength, otherwise he wouldn't have so many fans and friends."

The Spirit of Space shook its head and said, "You said it yourself, you're on the same side as him."

"Although we don't actually have any deep-seated hatred, he severed a part of my essence, which means we are destined not to be on the same side, or even to become friends."

"You continue with your business. I'm going to consume space to improve myself."

After he finished speaking, the turbulent space instantly quieted down, leaving only the man in black robes slowly sipping his tea before letting out a soft, cold laugh.

hum!
A moment later, the space in front of the black-robed man surged, and Ming Wuyai dragged his broken body through the distorted spatial rift, his blood leaving dark trails in the void.

The flesh and blood of his right arm had been completely corroded away by an unknown Daoist aura, revealing the stark white bones.

With each step he took, the powerful runes etched on his bones would flash, barely keeping his body from disintegrating.

"You're much later than I expected."

The man in black robes looked at the disheveled Ming Wuyai, his face expressionless, his whole body exuding an aura of death.

Ming Wuyai sighed and said, "Please forgive me."

"I was delayed by being hunted down by various forces, and now my face is unusable. Please, Holy Envoy, save me!"

He kept bowing to the man in black robes in front of him, when suddenly he noticed that the space in front of him was rippling like the surface of water, and the phantom of an ancient bronze palace slowly appeared.

The phantom of the Taotie on the palace gate opened its huge mouth and swallowed him whole.

The hall was brightly lit, even though there was no light source inside.

The man in black robes stood beside a pool of blood, in which floated more than a dozen corpses of various shapes and sizes. Each corpse had a gruesome wound on its chest, from which black blood was gushing out.

“Holy Envoy, Jiang Shu is much more difficult to deal with than I imagined.”

"I was somewhat skeptical of what you said earlier about this person possessing great fortune, but after this experience in the Deep Space Sea, I have no choice but to believe it."

"What should we do next?"

Upon arriving beside the man in black robes, Ming Wuyai felt a long-lost sense of security and asked a question.

The man in black robes did not answer directly, but turned his head to look at Ming Wuyai's left arm.

But then his silvery-white left eye suddenly split open, revealing rotating gears inside.

The gears meshed together, making a sickening metallic scraping sound.

Ming Wuyai let out a muffled groan, and his already terrifying left arm suddenly exploded. A wisp of gray aura was broken up and crushed by the gear in his silver-white left eye, disappearing without a trace.

"Our chosen one is indeed cautious."

“He discovered you when you came, and planted this seed in you.”

Upon hearing this, Ming Wuyai was immediately shocked, his expression changed, but he did not argue, he simply lowered his head.

He knew all too well the black-robed man's methods; making excuses would only make things worse.

Fortunately, the man in black robes didn't seem to intend to pursue the matter. He simply waved his sleeve, and a black crystal flew out, hovering above the blood pool.

"This is a secret technique of the sect called Myriad Transformations, which can completely change your foundation. Even if someone you know very well is present, they will not recognize you."

The man in black robes lightly tapped his fingertip, and the crystal fell into the blood pool. The pool water immediately boiled and distorted space.

"But the process is a hundred times more painful than extracting the soul and refining the spirit."

The corpses in the pool suddenly opened their eyes simultaneously, and eerie blue flames flickered in their empty eye sockets.

Looking at the flames, Ming Wuyai seemed to see his own future fate.

But he had no choice.

From the day he became a follower of the Doomsday Cult, he was destined to suffer this calamity.

"I need strength."

Ming Wuyai stood up, his broken body ramrod straight.

"Powerful enough to change everything."

The man in black robes smiled slightly, and the silver gears spun rapidly.

The liquid in the blood pool suddenly transformed into countless fine threads, enveloping Ming Wuya layer by layer.

As the threads pierced his body, his muscles writhed as if alive, and his bones cracked under the strain.

"what!!"

These threads tightly bound Ming Wuyai's physical body, making it look like a large, blood-red cocoon from a distance. The liquid in these blood pools acted like a heavy hammer, forging Ming Wuyai's body from the inside out. Even the Daoist principles he had mastered were gradually collapsing, and then condensing into new fundamental laws.

The pain involved is indescribable.

The Netherworld race are unparalleled geniuses in physical form, and they possess an extremely strong resistance to pain.

Even so, Ming Wuyai could not withstand the immense pain and screamed out, but then he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"If you can't endure this pain, you can choose to give up."

The black-robed man's voice traveled through the blood-red threads to his ears.

A moment later, Ming Wuyai's weak voice came from the blood-red cocoon.

“Holy Envoy, things have come to this point, I have no other way out.”

"I have a question that I do not understand. I would like to ask the Holy Envoy for clarification."

In the midst of immense pain, Ming Wuyai chose to talk to the man in black robes to alleviate his suffering.

"The spatial spirit born in the Deep Space Sea is extremely dangerous and unpredictable, and there is a risk of it turning against you."

"Why do you go to such great lengths to cultivate it?"

This was originally a very important secret, but now that Ming Wuyai is deeply tied to the Doomsday Cult, there's nothing he can't say.

"Once this embodiment of the fundamental law is born, it will instinctively replenish itself by devouring other powerful beings, thereby achieving evolution."

"Of course, devouring this spatial spirit would also bring many benefits, but he himself is a manifestation of the laws, and although he was born with the ability to comprehend the laws of space, comparable to a Venerable, his progress in the Venerable realm is incredibly rapid."

"We just need to bring him into our camp, and when he's no longer useful, we can sacrifice him. Maybe then we'll see a path to sainthood."

……

Jiang Shu has made great progress in the deep space maritime affairs, and has now reached the peak of the tenth realm. His understanding of the laws of space is far superior to that of his peers. It can be said that everyone in the world knows him.

At this moment, Jiang Shu sat cross-legged on a small star, with two dragon-like breaths flowing in and out of his nostrils. His powerful blood and Daoist energy were circulating, strengthening his physical body and bones.

A moment later, Jiang Shu opened his eyes, looked at a portal in the far distance, and slowly exhaled. "The eighth floor, it's time to go take a look."

As Jiang Shu's cultivation level gradually improved, he also gradually realized why the Eternal Tower was known as one of the three great holy sites for cultivation.

This is not only due to the hundreds of times faster time flow in the Eternal Tower, but also because of the replica within it that is exactly the same as the path I am walking on.

Three people, there must be my teacher.

Cultivators who walk different paths can learn from each other and improve their cultivation, let alone a replica that walks the same path as them and is even better.

However, during the process of improvement, Jiang Shu also experienced immense pain.

Recalling how he almost had his physical body destroyed when he tried to break through to the eighth level, Jiang Shu was not afraid. He simply took a deep breath and then stepped into the portal.

The moment Jiang Shu stepped into the eighth-level portal, the space in front of him suddenly distorted, as if it were being gripped and squeezed by an invisible giant hand.

"The laws of space."

At this moment, Jiang Shu was able to see the true nature of this portal.

Each level of the Eternal Tower, and each person there, exists in a tiny, remarkably similar world. As one ascends, the aftershocks of battles become more intense, making these tiny worlds more robust and their numbers increasingly scarce.

Before the familiar dizziness had subsided, a hard sensation came from under my feet.

This is a meteorite suspended in the void, its surface covered with mysterious patterns, like scars left after being torn apart by some enormous force.

Each of the patterns shimmered with a faint, silvery-blue light unique to the laws of space, like the whispers of star debris.

Looking around, the entire space is composed of countless fragments of broken stars, like a chessboard shattered by a god.

In the distance, a crimson star is collapsing, its erupting starfire roaring silently in the vacuum. The intense light is refracted by the distorted space, transforming into thousands of blood-red ribbons of light that wrap around this desolate star field like chains.

Nearby, several lifeless planetary debris collided with each other, and the flying rocks were frozen into an eternal scene by an invisible force before they flew far away, as if time had stood still here.

"The more you explore space, the more you understand the mysteries of the starry sky."

Jiang Shu whispered, her voice disappearing without a trace in the vacuum.

He could clearly feel that the Daoist aura permeated this star field was more solid than that of the previous seven layers. Even the spatial structure carried a heavy sense of oppression. Every breath felt like swallowing a mouthful of scorching sand, burning through his meridians.

Suddenly, all the floating rocks trembled at the same time, as if awakened by some invisible force.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Shu instantly retreated a hundred feet.

Where he had stood, the void shattered like a mirror, and a figure exactly like him stepped out from the crack.

It is a replica of the eighth layer.

The identical white robes fluttered without wind, their fists gleaming brilliantly. Just standing there, they were like the sun, shining brightly for eternity.

The face that looked exactly like Jiang Shu's was expressionless, but the fifteen Dao patterns flowing in its eyes seemed to indicate a comprehension of laws even more terrifying than that of the original body.

What is most unsettling is the spatial folds surrounding it, which rise and fall rhythmically like breathing.

This is almost as if they have comprehended an entire spatial law.

It should be noted that Jiang Shu is currently only at the Forget-Form Realm, and is only one step away from the Forget-Boundary Realm.

The replica of the Eternal Tower, though its understanding of the laws is equal to that of Jiang Shu.

However, the unique blessing of the Eternal Tower makes the power of the replica body even greater than that of Jiang Shu.

At Jiang Shu's level, even an extra ten percent of combat power has a huge impact.

Not to mention, the eighth floor of the Eternal Tower has 70% more combat power!
Ordinary cultivators would be utterly powerless against a replica body that possesses 70% more combat power.

Without waiting for Jiang Shu to think further.

The replica body raised its hand and unleashed a powerful punch that instantly turned the remnants of three planets in the surrounding space into dust.

The pure Dao of Power solidified into a tangible form, tearing a dark chasm in the vacuum and hurtling straight at Jiang Shu's face.

Before the fist even arrived, Jiang Shu felt a stinging pain on his skin, as if countless tiny spatial fissures were cutting into his flesh.

"Well done!"

Jiang Shu let out a long roar, neither dodging nor avoiding, and also threw a punch to meet the attack.

Two forces powerful enough to shatter stars collided, and the resulting shockwave cleared away spatial fragments within a radius of a thousand miles, creating a brief vacuum zone.

Using the force of the recoil, Jiang Shu shattered the void with his right foot, his figure flashing back like lightning. The fifteen patterns on the Desolate Star Halberd lit up at the same time, and the Primordial Dao Rhyme transformed into a hazy axe shadow.

Panwu's Heaven-Opening Axe!

The replica's eyes flashed with silver light, and its left palm drew an arcane trajectory in front of its chest, conjuring a shield made of spatial fragments out of thin air.

The moment the axe struck the shield, Jiang Shu suddenly felt immense pressure.

The spatial patterns on the shield's surface were frantically absorbing the Daoist energy from his attack.

"Spatial Mirror!"

Before the exclamation could even finish, the replica's right fist had already pierced through the shield, carrying the amplified power after being absorbed, and slammed into Jiang Shu's chest.

At the critical moment, Jiang Shu's pupils ignited with Phoenix True Fire, and the light from his Void-Splitting Eyes burst forth.

Two beams of light, one crimson and the other silver-blue, collided at point-blank range, and the resulting turbulent energy blast sent both of them flying.

Jiang Shu crashed through three meteorites before regaining his balance, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The replica cleverly folded space during its backward flight, gliding out of the turbulent area like a fish, while the Desolate Star Halberd in its hand transformed into a streak of light and was thrown over.

boom!
The halberd tip pierced three inches into Jiang Shu's shoulder, but was forcefully stopped by the protective laws.

The excruciating pain actually brought Jiang Shu to her senses.

He suddenly grabbed the halberd shaft, channeling the power of the Dao into his arms, and forcefully sent the natal weapon flying.
The replica finally paused for a moment.

Jiang Shu seized the opportunity, his blood and qi boiling like molten lava, and an ancient human phantom appeared on his right fist, teeming with life.

Humanity's ultimate principle!

This punch carried the unbroken will of humanity; even before the fist arrived, the stellar debris in front of it had already begun to disintegrate.

Faced with this fatal blow, the replica made an unexpected move.

It formed hand seals, and suddenly fifteen Dao patterns, exactly the same as Jiang Shu's, appeared around its body, only arranged in a completely different order.

The three laws of primordial chaos, force, and space merged perfectly, forming a rotating gray-blue vortex in front of it.

boom!
The fist of humanity crashed into the vortex, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea.

Before Jiang Shu could change his move, the vortex suddenly reversed its rotation, mixing the absorbed power with the triple laws and blasting it back out!

The devastating beam of light instantly engulfed Jiang Shu, blasting him into the core of a planet.

(End of this chapter)