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

Zhan Yun's slender fingers gently stroked the axe surface, and the battle patterns seemed to come alive, wrapping around her fingertips and leaving dark gold lines on her snow-white skin.

Jiang Shu's pupils contracted slightly. He saw that the essence of a primordial beast slumbered within each battle rune, and was now seeping out wisps of blood energy through the blood vessels of the battle clouds.

Even more astonishing is that this seemingly ancient battle axe has a handle forged from the spine of an entire bronze ancient dragon, and the seven star cores embedded in the axe blade are absorbing and releasing stellar energy.

“My weapon was destroyed in the Deep Space Sea, and this was reforged for me by my father.”

Zhan Feng saw the surprise in Jiang Shu's eyes, and suddenly grinned smugly. Then he swung his bronze battle axe heavily at the ground.

The moment the axe blade touched the bricks and stones on the ground, the entire floor of the hall suddenly transformed into a vast star map, with hundreds of dim stars lighting up simultaneously, turning the entire floor of the hall into a vast star map.

The space beneath Jiang Shu's feet began to distort, and in a daze, he saw the bronze badges worn by the Zhanmeng Fengyun siblings on their chests bursting with blood-red light, protecting the group within them.

That seal was forged with the blood of a Venerable One, representing the kingly status of the young generation of the War Alliance among the prodigies.

The dizziness from the teleportation was a hundred times stronger than usual. When Jiang Shu opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on an ancient metal road that stretched across a galaxy.

The ancient road is thousands of feet wide, and its surface is engraved with countless battle scenes. The reliefs carved within change with each step.

What was once a battlefield of galloping horses has transformed into a starry sky where venerable beings clash, so vividly real that it's hard to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"This place is called the Nine Battles Ancient Road."

Zhan Yun lightly tapped his fingertip, and a halberd-wielding warrior in the relief suddenly came to life and performed an ancient salute to Jiang Shu.

"The first leader of the alliance was forged with the blood and bones of a saint. Every brick and stone records the history of the alliance and the history of human conquest."

Feeling a sense of awe, Jiang Shu bent down and touched the brick surface, feeling a tremor of steel and iron as he touched his fingertips.

It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that these reliefs were secretly imprinting his battle memories.

The scene of the Desolate Star Halberd battling the Mechanical Mother is slowly taking shape on the brick surface.

"take it easy."

Zhan Feng laughed and patted Jiang Shu on the shoulder, saying,

"This is the guild's recognition ceremony."

"Once you've traversed this ancient road for nine thousand miles, you'll be remembered in the annals of the War Alliance."

"Brother, you must understand that the War Alliance is not just a force, but also represents our human race. Those who are recorded in this ancient road for nine thousand miles are all people who have left a significant mark on the long river of time."

Eighteen bronze statues, each with a different form, float on both sides of the ancient road, yet all exude a terrifying aura.

As Jiang Shu passed the third statue, the three-headed, six-armed colossus suddenly opened its eyes, which were inlaid with star cores.

Jiang Shu's muscles tensed instantly, because he recognized this as the Asura War Venerable recorded in the Netherworld Clan's history books, a half-step Saint-level expert who was suppressed and killed by the Supreme Elder of the War Alliance 100,000 years ago.

“These are not decorations.”

Zhan Yun's voice couldn't help but carry a hint of pride as he spoke:

“Each statue seals the essence of the great enemy slain by the War Alliance. In peacetime, it is for disciples to study and comprehend, and in wartime, it serves as the last line of defense for the War Alliance.”

Just then, a deafening drumbeat echoed from the end of the ancient road.

Seventy-two Kui Niu war drums spontaneously resounded in the clouds, each thunder pattern on the drum skin leaping with the rhythm of the Great Dao.

Jiang Shu found that his heartbeat began to synchronize with the drumbeat, and his blood and qi began to boil uncontrollably.

The sound of the drum was faintly in harmony with his Great Dao Laws!

"boom!"

Suddenly, a bell rang from the central star, and the sound waves created visible ripples in the vacuum.

Upon hearing this voice, Zhan Feng's expression immediately turned serious.

"It is the Soul Bell, which only rings when distinguished guests arrive."

Three golden rays shot out from the stars, transforming into a rainbow bridge that covered the sky.

At the end of the Rainbow Bridge stood twelve golden-armored guards, each wearing a bronze badge on their chest.

"Young Alliance Leader."

The guards saluted in unison, but their eyes couldn't help but sized up Jiang Shu.

This young man in white was able to make the Battle Soul Bell ring seven times; the last person to receive such treatment was the patriarch of the Heavenly Crafts Clan.

After crossing the Rainbow Bridge, a bright and open view suddenly appeared before me.

The entire interior of the star was hollowed out and transformed, with countless floating islands arranged according to the celestial constellations.

At the very center of the mountain, a group of bronze palaces stands majestically, with black iron bells hanging from the eaves moving automatically without wind, emitting the sound of clashing metal.

“These bells are quite extraordinary.”

Jiang Shu narrowed his eyes and said, "Each bell contains a complete law, totaling 365, forming a miniature Heavenly Dao cycle."

Following his gaze, Zhan Yun explained, "It was Father's doing. Cultivators below the Venerable level can increase their cultivation speed threefold here."

Just then, a whooshing sound came from afar.

An elderly man with red hair arrived riding on clouds, a jade pendant hanging from his waist indicating his status as an elder.

The old man's gaze was like lightning, and when it swept over Jiang Shu, it produced a resounding clang.

"Such a strong physical body."

Jiang Shu was secretly alarmed. The old man's understanding of the laws of power was far superior to his own; he could shatter stars with just a glance.

"Elder Crimson Flame."

Even someone of Zhan Feng's status would bow respectfully to this old man and inquire in advance.

"Is Father in the Three Emperors Hall?"

The red-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled, "The Vice Alliance Leader already knew of Young Friend Jiang's arrival and specially ordered me to welcome him."

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Shu, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"As expected of a genius who can pass through the eighth level of the Eternal Tower, his blood and qi are like a dragon, and his Daoist charm arises naturally."

Jiang Shu also clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "Elder, you flatter me."

The group traveled on clouds, and what they saw along the way broadened Jiang Shu's horizons.

Disciples practiced their fists under the waterfall, their punches shattering the reversed Milky Way; elders played chess, each move causing a phantom star to explode; further away, the entire sky was a training ground, with hundreds of disciples fighting and traversing through the void rifts.

"That's the battlefield."

Zhan Feng pointed to the crack in the sky and said, his eyes still filled with apprehension.

"It contains the remnants of an ancient battlefield, making it the perfect place to hone your combat skills."

After passing through seven layers of restrictions, the group arrived at the highest bronze main hall.

Nine statues stood in the square in front of the palace, three of which exuded a suffocating aura that made Jiang Shu feel suffocated.

"This is a portrait of a saint."

Zhan Yun explained softly,

"The human race has produced nine saints throughout history, three of whom are still in seclusion."

saint!

This is the end of cultivation, representing supreme power, which almost only exists in legends. I never expected that there would be three saints still alive in the War Alliance, or rather, among the human race!
The palace doors opened silently, and a vast aura rushed out.

Jiang Shu felt as if he had stepped into another world. The starry sky inside the palace was vast, and the stars all moved in mysterious trajectories.

In the center of the starry sky sat a middle-aged man.

The man was dressed in simple linen clothes, and his face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Zhan Feng, but with an added air of composure born of experience. He toyed with a star in his hand, its terrifying mass feeling as light as nothing in his palm.

"coming?"

The man looked up and smiled.

In an instant, the entire starry sky came to a standstill.

Jiang Shu stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "Junior Jiang Shu greets the Vice Alliance Leader."

Zhan Jiuxiao was known for his almost superhuman intelligence, but at this moment he looked more like a chivalrous outlaw, casually waving his hand and saying, "What's with the title of Vice Alliance Leader?"

"You and Feng'er are brothers, so you can call me Uncle Zhan."

Zhan Feng winked and leaned closer, smiling, "Father rarely shows such kindness to outsiders."

Zhan Jiuxiao laughed heartily, and the sound waves condensed into a golden lotus in the vacuum.

He casually crushed the star in his hand, and the stardust turned into a teapot that landed on the stone table that had suddenly appeared.

"The matter of the Deep Space Sea is all thanks to your insightful observation. The War Alliance owes you a great debt of gratitude."

Amidst the fragrant tea aroma, Jiang Shu saw the scene from Mirror Abyss recreated in the rising steam.

Even more astonishing is that each scene is woven from a complete chain of highways.

Zhan Jiuxiao actually refined his memories of time and space into Dao tea!

The crimson runes that appeared on the surface of the tea soup contained fluctuations at the peak of the Venerable level in each stroke.

Jiang Shu was somewhat puzzled by these words, so he cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Zhan, I only had some guesses, how could it be a matter of personal favor?"

Zhan Jiuxiao gently shook his head and said, "The bodies of those fallen geniuses were all implanted with the Soul Burial Guide, and even the Soul Verification Stele in Zhanling did not detect anything unusual."

Zhan Yun conjured a miniature star map at his fingertips, with seventy-two secret realms twinkling like stars.

Zhan Jiuxiao pointed to those secret realms and said, "If they had been discovered three months later, these curse marks would have contaminated all the blessed lands of the War Alliance through the connection of destiny."

Jiang Shu was also shocked upon hearing this, and only now did he realize how terrifying the black-robed man's conspiracy was.

The deaths of those prodigies were merely a facade; the real goal was to utilize the burial grounds and fortunes of various powerful forces to arrange something.

"Doomsday Cult..."

Zhan Jiuxiao suddenly pointed his fingers and cleaved through the void, pulling out a bronze scroll made of some kind of leather.

When the bamboo slips were unfolded, they emitted a metallic clang, and were covered with densely written taboo records in the blood of the Venerable One, mixed with stardust.

"They are older than any other ancient tribe that exists today."

As he spoke, a page of the booklet suddenly burst into flames, and the ashes formed a terrifying image in the void.

Countless galaxies decayed and collapsed in the gray fog, and monsters with bone wings on their backs were devouring stars.

The most terrifying thing is the pair of giant silver eyes deep in the starry sky.

Jiang Shu only glanced at it, and the Desolate Star Halberd spontaneously unleashed fifteen Great Dao Barriers.

"Xiao Shu, this is the Great Annihilation at the end of the ancient times."

Zhan Jiuxiao's voice suddenly became ethereal, and every word resonated with the Great Dao.

"At that time, one-tenth of the star field was turned into a dead zone, and all things withered."

"Only the last message sent back by the saint before his fall remains."

"Silver-white eyes".

The phantom continues to evolve.

Jiang Shu found her hands trembling uncontrollably.

The patterns on those giant silver eyes were remarkably similar to the runes on the black-robed man's left eye, as if they were from the same lineage, or perhaps the rebirth of that giant eye from the past.

Even more terrifying, when he stared at the image, the spatial core within his dantian trembled with fear, as if he were seeing a natural enemy.

"They are accelerating the process of the universe's destruction."

Zhan Jiuxiao waved his hand to dispel the image, and the bronze lamps in the hall dimmed for a moment.

"A so-called new era is being conceived in the ruins."

"That is, the new world in their doctrine."

He suddenly stared at Jiang Shu, and said with a solemn expression,
"But this time, they are paying special attention to you."

“This has never happened before, so the reason I'm seeing you this time is not only because you helped the War Alliance, but also because I want to know the real reason why they are targeting you.”

The hall suddenly became eerily quiet.

Jiang Shu felt that Zhan Jiuxiao's gaze pierced through all his defenses, and even the Chaos Thunder Pool temporarily stopped operating.

The Purple Heaven Divine Lightning that was traveling through the meridians curled up as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

"father!"

Zhan Feng's expression changed drastically. He stood directly in front of Jiang Shu and looked at his father.

Zhan Jiuxiao is extremely famous in the universe, known for his almost demonic wisdom and countless schemes. Now that no human saint has emerged, the human race has firmly established itself as the strongest race in the universe, and Zhan Jiuxiao's schemes deserve a large part of the credit.

Even Zhan Feng himself didn't know what his father was thinking.

Therefore, when he heard Zhan Jiuxiao's words, he thought that he wanted to harm Jiang Shu, which he found unacceptable.

"Don't worry."

Zhan Jiuxiao suddenly burst into laughter, the sound so loud that the black iron bells hanging on the palace beams jingled.

Each of those bells was sealed with a complete law, and the ripples of Daoist energy formed by their resonance at this moment dyed the clouds and rosy clouds within a radius of ten thousand miles golden.

"I'll host a banquet for you tomorrow, so those old fogies can see what a peerless genius who dominates the present generation really is!"

"You are Xiaofeng and Xiaoyun's best friend, a great enemy of the Doomsday Cult, and a rising star of our human race. I will not lay a hand on you for either public or private reasons. I am just a little curious. After all, the river of time is long, and you are the only one who can be valued by the Doomsday Cult."

"Zhanfeng, take Xiaoshu to the side hall to rest."

With that, Jiang Shu had no choice but to bow and take his leave, following Zhan Feng out of the main hall.

As soon as they left the palace, Zhan Feng quickly stepped forward and said, "Brother, although my father is a bit cunning, there are some things he has to consider in his position. And since he said he wouldn't harm you, he will definitely keep his word. You can rest assured, Xiao Yun and I are here for you."

Jiang Shu smiled, patted Zhan Feng on the shoulder, and looked at Zhan Yun, who was also looking at him with concern, and said with a smile, "I understand."

"Of course I trust Uncle Zhan."

That's what they say, but Jiang Shu has always been very wary of these old monsters who have lived for countless years, let alone someone like Zhan Jiuxiao.

Ultimately, it's because his own strength was too weak compared to these important figures.

As the stars shifted, everyone was moved to a side hall.

Thirty-six maids dressed in star-studded gauze carried spirit fruits in single file. Their feet barely touched the ground as they walked, and jade feet engraved with spatial runes were faintly visible beneath their skirts.

As the purple-clad woman at the head of the group bowed gracefully, the small bronze sword in her hair emitted a dragon's roar: "Purple Feather, by the order of the Alliance Leader, serves Young Master Jiang."

Zhan Feng winked mischievously and whispered in Jiang Shu's ear, "Sister Zi Ling is Father's number one sword attendant. Her natal sword pellet even severed the Venerable's will once."

Seeing Jiang Shu's confusion and lack of understanding, she added, "Even if the Venerable One came, Sister Zi Ling would only give him a simple greeting."

Just as Jiang Shu was about to decline, the Desolate Star Halberd suddenly trembled violently within the Void Ring.

He looked up and saw a dark figure flashing across the starry sky outside the window, passing through a grand array of laws composed of bronze bells. (End of Chapter)