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

These patrolling soldiers, with sharp eyes like eagles, constantly scanned every corner. The special instruments in their hands scanned every faint spatial ripple, as if trying to see through everything within these spatial ripples.

A chilling wariness permeated the air. Even among the core disciples passing by, communication was significantly reduced. When their eyes met, there was a scrutinizing look and an unspeakable distance between them. Only those who were extremely familiar with each other would nod to each other when they met, and then quickly disappear.

The nine crimson stars suspended in the air seemed to have a more restrained light, as quiet as if they were asleep.

Although the residual abnormal aura in the area where the battle broke out that night was forcibly erased, the spatial structure was also forcibly repaired.

However, thanks to the keen senses of the Heart of Space, Jiang Shu was still able to detect a faint trace of chaotic and cold remnants, like embers, permeating the smallest cracks in space, stubbornly clinging to them, proving that it was not an illusion.

Liu Yue worried that Jiang Shu's questioning would reveal something, so she became even more taciturn.

She still delivered high-quality spiritual food and cultivation resources to Jiang Shu every day on time and with utmost care, but her movements were always cautious and her eyes were always lowered, almost never daring to meet Jiang Shu's gaze.

When Jiang Shu inquired about Zhan Feng's whereabouts or the situation in their ancestral home, she would always stiffen slightly and give a perfectly tactful answer.

"Reporting to the elder, this servant is of lowly status and unaware of the details."

"The Alliance Leader is still handling the follow-up matters, and I believe things will be back to normal soon."

If it were anyone else, Liu Yue's words would naturally be convincing.

The problem is that every time Jiang Shu asks a question, she unconsciously exudes an aura of power.

Even though Liu Yue was only at the ninth realm, under the pressure of the aura, her words inevitably became evasive and she tried to remain calm, like a frightened bird. This alone indicated that there was definitely something unusual in the core area.

For several days in a row, Jiang Shu was unable to enter a meditative state.

It simply involves re-condensing some of the acupoints within one's body into a vast starry sky.

As time passed, the cold buildings in the core area of ​​the guild were once again bathed in golden starlight.

The oppressive feeling that had been hanging over the core area of ​​the alliance like solidified leaden clouds began to dissipate rapidly without warning.

This dissipation is not a natural fading, but rather more like being forcibly driven away and pulled away by an invisible giant hand.

The chaotic, cold remnants lingering in the space, like a thin mist under the blazing sun, melted and faded at a visible speed, eventually disappearing completely.

The reinforced spatial barriers have also begun to soften, no longer conveying that unsettling sense of confinement.

The density of patrolling soldiers was significantly reduced, and many elite squads quietly withdrew. Although vigilance remained, the tense atmosphere, as if facing a formidable enemy, quickly dissipated like a receding tide.

The disciples in the core area seemed to come alive instantly. Their steps were no longer so heavy, and the hushed conversations and discussions that had been suppressed for so long finally couldn't help but surface.

"It feels... different? That damn pressure is gone?"

"Shh, keep your voice down! But it's true, the brilliance of the Supreme Elders has shone a little brighter!"

"Is everything completely settled in the ancestral lands? Is martial law finally about to end?"

"Who knows? But I've been so bored these past few days. My husband just keeps telling me to be extra careful lately, but no matter how I ask him, he won't tell me why. I seriously doubt that he even knows what's going on."

“Hey, my ancestor was the same way.”

These scattered conversations, like thawing streams, were keenly captured by Jiang Shu's divine sense.

The focus of the discussion finally shifted from the invisible fear and speculation to the upcoming opening of the Ancient Path of War Souls. The words were filled with a sense of relief after surviving a catastrophe and an eager anticipation for the ancient path.

"The Ancient Path of War Souls! I heard that those ruthless figures from the affiliated star regions will also be going in this time!"

"Really? Aren't there usually not enough spots for our own alliance?"

"I heard it's the higher-ups' idea, whether it's to appease or compensate for the Deep Space Sea incident, I don't know. Anyway, with Jiang Shu around, those ancient imprints with extremely high vision will definitely be activated, and maybe we can even find better opportunities than before."

"The deeper we go into the ancient path, the greater the opportunities. We might even encounter a collision of laws from the primordial era."

"Hey, we still need to prepare more. The greater the opportunity, the greater the crisis. If we are not strong enough, we may even be affected by the battlefield ghosts. Even if we get out, it will affect our understanding of the laws. We may even have to spend hundreds or thousands of years of hard training to regain our firm Dao heart."

They talked at length, including about those ghosts of the battlefield, with a mixture of awe and excitement.

Jiang Shu stood at the window of the guest hall, looking out at the outside world where the noise had returned to some of its normalcy.

In the distance, more than twenty trial participants selected by the alliance and its affiliated forces were gathering in the square.

He saw Zhan Feng, whose expression had become spirited again, talking with a young man from an affiliated star field beside him, who had illusory wings on his back and a sharp aura.

When the winged youth and the other prodigies from the affiliated forces saw Jiang Shu, their eyes revealed undisguised amazement and admiration.

That is recognition of true strength.

The alliance is indeed trying its best to restore normalcy, attempting to cover up the turmoil of the past few days under the guise of a "minor incident in the ancestral land." But this brief period of normalcy is like thin ice, beneath which lies a bottomless black abyss, the terror of which Jiang Shu has personally experienced.

The entrance to the Ancient Path of War Souls is slowly opening on this seemingly calm yet eerily mysterious water surface.

Noon.

Nine crimson stars hanging high in the sky suddenly burst forth with unprecedentedly intense light, as if a slumbering behemoth had opened its pupils, which were flowing with golden magma.

An extremely desolate and powerful aura, mixed with endless iron-blooded conquest, like a vast will that has crossed eternity, suddenly spread out from the deepest part of the core area, from the direction of the ancestral land that was originally sealed by heavy restrictions, instantly sweeping and covering the entire core area of ​​the War Alliance, and even the distant starry sky.

This will carries an overwhelming sense of bloodshed, smoke, indomitable spirit, and the weight of death, causing the soul to tremble with every beat.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

An ancient altar, entirely forged from a dark, unidentified metal, appeared from the void.

The altar was ancient and imposing, covered with countless marks resembling those of a knife and axe, each deep scar seemingly etched with the memory of a brutal battle. At this moment, the dark runes on the altar's surface, long eroded by time, suddenly lit up with billions of dazzling blood-red rays.

It was not a warm glow, but a thick, dripping blood-red light.

Each activated rune seemed to be burning with the purest fighting spirit mixed with the essence and blood of countless ancient powerhouses.

A nauseating stench of blood and a murderous intent powerful enough to crush stars surged into the sky, forming a violent energy storm that caused the entire space to groan and tremble.

hum!
The energy torrent from the nine stars converged and violently bombarded the top of the altar.

The space groaned under the strain, began to twist wildly, and collapsed inward.

The outline of a colossal gate, hundreds of feet tall, struggled to condense and appear amidst the interweaving and disintegration of countless blood-red runes, and finally took shape with a thunderous roar!
This is no ordinary portal.

The door frame was made up of countless broken, twisted, and long-faded remnants of divine weapons and fragments of broken, blood-stained ancient armor.

Broken spears, shattered swords, shattered shields, dragon-head shoulder guards, breastplates stained with dark brown blood scabs...

They are as if they were pulled directly from the most tragic mud of an ancient battlefield, solidified with resentment, unwillingness and a frenzied will to kill that has never dried up over millions of years.

A boundless and pure heroic fighting spirit, mixed with endless death wails, roared out from the depths of the giant gate like a sleeping blood dragon awakening!

"The Ancient Path of War Souls Opens!"

"This is the resting place of the heroic souls of humanity, and also the domain where you can feel the glory of your ancestors and temper your fighting spirit!"

"Remember to stay true to yourself and do not be misled by the obsessions of lingering spirits!"

"You have three months to return on your own!"

An ancient voice, aged and majestic to the extreme, seemingly resonating simultaneously from within the nine stars, struck the depths of everyone's soul like the first thunderclap at the dawn of creation, carrying an unquestionable, iron-fisted decree.

As the voice faded, the crimson vortex behind the giant gate suddenly accelerated its rotation, radiating a chilling, devouring force.

"go!"

The fighting spirit that had been suppressed in Zhan Feng's eyes for many days ignited instantly, bursting out with a roar that pierced the sky!

He took the first step, his bronze battle axe humming, the dark golden armor of the Great Dao of Power shimmering on his body, his figure transforming into a bronze streak of light that ripped through the sky, carrying an unwavering and indomitable momentum, as he crashed headlong into the churning, blood-red vortex that seemed to be composed of congealed blood!
Zhan Yun followed closely behind, like a swift purple lightning bolt. Before disappearing into the vortex, she glanced back at Jiang Shu's direction with a complicated look, and then vanished without looking back.

"Let's go too!"

Among the affiliated forces, the young man with dazzling wings and an eerily handsome appearance let out a low shout and, together with several companions, transformed into streaks of light and rushed into the gate.

His name is Yu Sha, the strongest successor of the current generation of Yu Hua Xing Yuan, and his aura is extremely sharp.

Without further hesitation, Jiang Shu nodded slightly to the several prodigies from the affiliated forces beside him who were looking at him with burning eyes, and took a step forward.

In an instant, fifteen profound Dao patterns bloomed with dazzling brilliance on his body. The Primordial Dao Rhyme flowed and spread, forming a thin layer of gray halo that seemed to contain the meaning of the return of all things to nothingness, which enveloped him. Immediately afterward, his figure disappeared into that huge blood-red vortex.

In an instant, the world spun around, and time and space were stripped away!
It wasn't the usual dizziness you get when you're traveling through a spatial tunnel.

It's more like your entire self being gripped tightly by a cold, giant hand filled with endless death energy, forcibly separated from the warm present world, and then brutally thrown into a death graveyard where time has been frozen for eternity!
My feet stomped heavily on the solid yet cold ground, which had an eerie, warm feel to it.

When his vision stabilized after the violent distortion and reorganization of space, even with Jiang Shu's current state of mind, a strong sense of shock and profound coldness involuntarily flashed in his eyes as he looked around.

The world was shrouded in an oppressive, dark, iron-gray hue.

The sky is not a true dome, but rather a vast, boundless layer of gray-lead clouds that has been frozen for billions of years, through which the eternal twilight light struggles to penetrate, tinging everything with a deathly, bleak gray-white.

There were no sun, moon, or stars, only dark red energy streams surging and churning deep within the sky, writhing like huge wounds, like endless scars smeared with dried blood on the curtain of the universe, casting a chilling dark red light.

The earth beneath my feet was a shocking sight.

It is covered with a thick layer of dark red crystals with fine cracks.

The crystals have a complex and bizarre color. They are not pure blood red, but rather a deep color interwoven with the dark brown of internal organs, the charred black of corpses, and the deep rust of years past. They stretch as far as the eye can see, forming a vast expanse of blood-red land.

A stench of rust mixed with an overwhelming, almost suffocating, bloody odor, like a leech, became the most fundamental and eternal background smell of this world, constantly assaulting the senses, like the rotting breath of millions of dead souls, trying to penetrate every pore and erode the soul and will.

Looking into the distance, the view is filled with broken and distorted terrain.

The fractured mountains, like the broken bone armor of an ancient behemoth, are jagged and ferocious, twisting and piercing the low, dark red sky. At the top of some of the bone peaks, huge, withered, and weathered humanoid corpses hang, like tattered banners of despair in the wind.

The enormous canyon was bottomless, and what flowed through it was not river water, but streams of thick, scalding, dark red lava that shimmered with a cold metallic luster.

They roared and surged like evil dragons in the crevices of the Blood Crystal Earth, their scorching heat and destructive aura mingling with the dark red halo that permeated the space, bursting forth and scorching the air with eerie sizzling sounds.

The air was not filled with pure Daoist charm and spiritual energy, but with violent and chaotic fragments of laws tearing and colliding with each other like living creatures.

These are jagged cracks formed by spatial distortion, like shattered black lenses, silently floating and drifting in the void, leaving subtle spatial scars wherever they go.

The lingering terrifying ripples transformed into invisible blades of destruction, threatening to shred anything that approached them into dust at any moment.

Occasionally, a cluster of pale fireballs explodes and burns silently, only to be instantly enveloped by a chilling blue frost that seems to come from nowhere and can freeze the soul, solidifying it into a huge, eerie ice crystal lotus with sharp edges.

There were even wisps of rotten, blackened energy, wriggling like maggots, flowing through it.

They intertwine and coalesce into an extremely dangerous, chaotic, and law-driven strangulation field, like billions of invisible thorns of destruction whipping and tormenting every living being that intrudes into this place.

This is the devastation of the ancient battlefield; everywhere you look are severed limbs and broken bodies, a human tragedy, and the air is filled with the deafening roar of battle. (End of Chapter)