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

The Star Ruins Realm is home to countless races.

Humans' innate physical bodies are far inferior to those of other races.

The reason they were able to gain such strength in the inner circle is entirely due to the relentless fighting of their predecessors generation after generation.

"Woo!"

"Woo——"

A deep, chilling wind swept across the boundless blood-red plain, swirling up red crystalline powder and emitting a shrill, drawn-out wail, like the eternal lament of countless unwilling souls, piercing the depths of the soul and attempting to stir up the deepest fear and despair within.

Further away, in the shadows, one could see a massive, star-like, half-hidden corpse beneath a layer of dark red crystal, staring at the group of outsiders with eyes that had lost all life.

Some are indescribable, terrifying behemoths; even just a glimpse of their jagged, bony armor exudes a world-destroying pressure.

Some of them vaguely resembled the outlines of ancient giants or some kind of massive mechanical structure. Although they were dead and silent, the remaining fragments of their will still caused the space to distort slightly when they approached.

This is the remains of an ancient battlefield!

A real, fragmented space, torn apart from a devastating ancient battlefield by an immense power!

Ancient Path of War Souls!

"Wow, this Ancient Path of War Souls is even more breathtaking than I imagined."

A blue-clad girl from a subordinate force, specializing in the laws of ice, turned deathly pale. She clutched her chest tightly with both hands, staring at the blood-red crystals at her feet and the grotesque corpses in the distance. Her stomach churned, and she struggled to suppress the urge to vomit, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Indeed, this is a place of unparalleled glory, a monument built by the blood and flesh of our human ancestors!"

A burly disciple from the core area of ​​the battle alliance, his face filled with fanaticism, took a deep, almost greedy breath of the air thick with the stench of blood and destruction, and said...
"Feel this boundless fighting spirit, the aura of our ancestors still lingers!"

"Comprehending the laws of space allows one to advance to the Venerable Realm, but there are still differences in combat strength among Venerables. The fighting spirit of the Ancient Path of Battle Souls is of great benefit to Venerables."

His body was muscular and his bronze skin shimmered with a metallic sheen under the dark red light.

"Don't let your guard down! The turbulent currents of the laws could erupt at any moment!"

Zhan Feng's roar exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

He already held his bronze battle axe in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly. His entire body was covered in dark golden armor of the Great Dao of Power, and his eyes warily scanned the surging chaotic laws around him.

"Hold fast to your spirit!"

"Form ranks! Look out for each other, lock your minds on yourselves, and be wary of inner demons invading!"

Zhan Yun's cool and calm voice rang out in time. She and several core disciples of the battle alliance instantly activated the battle runes they carried, their auras connected, and they quickly formed a small, ancient battle formation, which was both offensive and defensive.

Temporarily setting aside the chaotic currents of laws, the purple-gold battle alliance runes flowed among them, radiating a solid power.

Jiang Shu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the enormous shock to his mind. The spatial core within his dantian throbbed violently, actively emitting spatial Dao rhyme, like the most nimble fingers, quickly smoothing out the most chaotic and threatening fragments of spatial laws around him, forming an invisible spatial barrier on his body surface.

His gaze was sharp as a knife as he swept over the geniuses of those affiliated forces.

As expected, many people, especially the pale-faced girl in blue, began to have dazed and confused eyes, clearly unable to resist the omnipresent whispers of the soul and the corrosive aura of blood.

After all, compared to the level he achieved through battle.

Some of the geniuses here still rely too much on rare and precious natural resources.

In addition, what he cultivates is the path of the mind, and his spiritual realm is even no weaker than that of some venerable ones.

"call……"

"call……"

"call……"

A series of turbulent currents of laws roared in.

These turbulent currents of laws are all broken forms of established laws, containing boundless power.

Even ordinary level 10 experts could be reduced to dust if they got involved.

In the distance, a large area of ​​space violently distorted, and scenes were instantly torn apart!
The space seemed to be shifted by an invisible fast-forward button, or like a magnificent mural that had been shattered and was being forcibly reassembled by some force.

Countless fragments of light, each a different color and containing terrifying energy, converged from the void and then solidified at an unimaginable speed.

A relatively open canyon terrain instantly covered the original blood-red plain.

The ground was no longer covered in cold blood crystals, but in real scorched black soil, mixed with fragments of broken weapons and charred bones, exuding a heavy smell of gunpowder and death.

Two groups of figures appeared without warning, like specimens forcibly pulled from the river of time, at opposite ends of the canyon.

They were not illusions; the murderous aura emanating from them and the lingering Daoist energy within them were clearly perceptible, as if a slice of the most tragic real history from a certain moment had been recreated here today, countless years later.

Roar!
One side consists of a vast number of life forms, like a black tide.

They wore standard, dark-colored bone-spiked armor that covered every inch of their skin.

The bone spikes were twisted and grotesque, their tips gleaming with an ominous dark green light, and the armor was covered with layers upon layers of fine, dark green scales that reflected a cold, metallic luster.

The entire legion exuded an abyssal aura of chaos, violence, and bloodlust, like a world-destroying monster crawling out of endless hell.

The leader was a terrifying being over ten feet tall and as large as a moving boulder.

His muscles were like those forged from refined iron, twisted and coiled, and his exposed skin was branded with burning abyssal runes.

He wielded two grotesque giant axes, each the size of a door panel, with serrated edges. Dark green viscous substances flowed from the axe blades, and his pupils were completely crimson, like two burning blood-red stars, filled with chaos, savagery, and destruction.

He simply stood there, and the terrifying aura emanating from him was enough to intimidate Jiang.
On the other side, there were only a few hundred people, their armor was already tattered and stained with blood, but they still embodied an indomitable will.

The leader was a human man with a resolute face and somewhat disheveled hair. His strong body, covered in scars, could be seen through the tattered armor. He held a broken longsword, and his aura had fallen from the Venerable Realm to the peak of the tenth realm. However, his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, burning with a fighting spirit determined to die.

The soldiers surrounding him were mostly seriously wounded, but none of them retreated; their eyes were filled with a willingness to die.

"Those are the ancient barbarians, a powerful race from the abyss during the great calamity of antiquity!"

Zhan Feng recognized the armor from the legion and addressed the group, his eyes filled with hatred.

"kill!"

The ancient demon lord who was in charge completely ignored the intruding audience. As if programmed, he let out a deafening roar, like a signal.

boom!
The entire canyon instantly boiled over.

Countless magical beams, sword auras, and power surges erupted.

The savage demon army surged forward like a black tide, carrying terrifying power.

The shattered human battle formation was like a hard reef in a raging storm, instantly submerged, but bursting forth with dazzling light.

The man with the broken sword took the lead, and the broken blade in his hand burst forth with an incredible blood-red sword light. The sword light contained his burning life essence, and in an instant, it cleaved through the Demon Lord's protective demonic energy, leaving a deep wound on the opponent's chest that revealed the bone!

"Roar!"

The Demon Lord was enraged, and his giant axe, carrying the power to split mountains and cleave the earth, crashed down upon him. The man with the broken sword showed no fear, roaring as he met the attack head-on.

"Fight to the death and never retreat!"

His roar seemed to carry a tragic grandeur that transcended time, resounding in the hearts of every prodigy.

A will to die without fear, with the laws of nature shining brightly above him.

The savage rage of ancient demons, the destructive energy of clashing battle formations, the fragments of space torn apart by the laws of nature...

Everything erupted in a completely real way.

This is not merely a reproduction of historical images, but rather the activation of the imprint of ancient battlefield laws. The fragmented soul intent, endless resentment, and the last indomitable fighting spirit contained within are awakened by the environment of this place, and in a sense, they come back to life!
Jiang Shu's pupils contracted sharply, and his expression turned serious.

He clearly saw that at the moment the man with the broken sword wounded the Demon Lord, his figure seemed to freeze slightly, and his eyes, burning with the flames of determination, seemed to sweep over them, the group of newcomers, for an extremely brief moment!
And it was this brief, almost negligible glance that seemed to ignite the fuse!
"Ugh!"

A man in black from a subordinate star region suddenly clutched his head and screamed in agony.

His eyes were originally clear, as he was shocked by the ancient battle before him.

But under the roar of the demon lord and the impact of countless resentful killing intents, his eyes instantly became turbid and frenzied, and his pupils began to glow with a crimson red similar to that of the ancient barbarian demons!

"kill!"

"You all die!"

He drew his long whip and, as if possessed, lashed it at a disciple of the War Alliance beside him.

"not good!"

The disciples of the War Alliance were naturally aware of the changes, and filled with shock and anger, they swung their longswords to parry.

"It's being corrupted by the resentment of ancient barbarians! Quickly subdue him!"

Zhan Yun shouted sharply, his hands forming a hand seal, and the laws of his soul extended out like silver threads, wrapping around his berserk kin.

But this is just the beginning.

Like a chain reaction, the crazed man in black was like a drop of boiling oil thrown into a pond.

The two sides, who were clashing fiercely, suddenly began to visibly twist and change their movements.

The ancient demon lord, who had just been wounded by the man with the broken sword and was about to give chase in a fit of rage, suddenly froze. Instead of striking the enemy in front of him, his raised hand turned sharply with a violent force that seemed to tear through space, and began to attack in the direction where Jiang Shu and the others were.

Deep within those crimson pupils, which had previously held only bloodlust and chaos, a glimmer of clear light, filled with extreme hatred and disgust, suddenly appeared.

It was as if it came from an ancient curse.

with a clear purpose.

"Roar!"

"Those who come after will die!"

What's even more chilling is that the leader, the man with the broken sword, uttered a series of dry, hate-filled roars that didn't belong to an ancient language.

This thought, like a cold awl, pierced the consciousness of all the trial participants.

With a roar of his will, he twisted the broken blade in his hand, and a surge of bloody light instantly forced back the Demon Lord's impromptu attack.

However, their targets were also the disciples of the War Alliance who had broken in and the geniuses of the affiliated forces!

"No...this shouldn't be happening!"

Zhan Feng stared in shock at the shifting crimson blade light, exclaiming in disbelief.

In his mind, the brand is dead, something for later generations to understand, so how could it be actively attacked?

Moreover, the targets of their attacks were the younger generation who carried on their legacy.
hum!
The broken blade's blood-red light and the Demon Lord's axe-force, carrying a world-destroying power, tore through the chaotic currents of laws and arrived with a deafening roar.

This is no longer a simple repetition of history, but a resurgence of lingering consciousness, an outpouring of hostility towards the intruder.

Jiang Shu felt a sudden alarm, and the Desolate Star Halberd instantly appeared in his hand, with fifteen Dao patterns lighting up immediately.

"Protect me!"

A hazy gray barrier quickly unfolded in front of the members of the War Alliance.

The primordial Daoist energy flowed, attempting to dissolve space and annihilate power.

At the same time, he growled at the geniuses of his subordinate forces, "Activate your protective magic artifacts! These are no longer just images; they have developed sentience and are now targeting us!"

The entire battlefield in the canyon instantly became even more chaotic and bizarre.

The two sides, who were originally locked in a life-or-death struggle, now seem to have reached some kind of brief and bizarre consensus.
They drove away, or even killed, these outsiders who had intruded into their land of eternal death.

The resolute determination and protectiveness remaining in the eyes of the man with the broken sword, twisted with hostility, became chillingly terrifying. The Demon Lord's chaotic bloodlust found an even closer target, roaring as he charged towards the group.

Inside the canyon, a chilling atmosphere hung heavy, making it hard to breathe.

The gazes of the Broken Blade Human Warrior and the Ancient Barbarian Demon Lord, transcending the ancient river of hatred between them, strangely focused on the intruders.

That gaze, initially bearing the marks of history and a sense of emptiness, suddenly seemed to be infused with some kind of vitality, becoming more and more lively and vivid.

From the blank, lifeless marks, it transforms into the living eyes that are filled with clear scrutiny and cold killing intent!

"kill!"

The Demon Lord's throat bobbed, emitting a dry, distorted, yet deafening syllable. It was not any known ancient language, but the soaring violence and destructive will were crystal clear.

The man with the broken sword remained silent, but the broken sword in his hand hummed and trembled. The blade was pointed at the temporary battle formation formed by Zhan Yun and the others. His cold will locked onto each genius, and the meaning was equally clear.

Expel them, or even wipe them out!

"How is this going?!"

"They're alive?!"

Zhan Feng's pupils shrank sharply as he stared in disbelief at the sudden change in his vision.

One moment it was a replay of history, the next it became a real-life life-or-death struggle!

This mind-blowing change sent chills down his spine.

Jiang Shu had been poised to strike, and the moment the Demon Lord roared, the Desolate Star Halberd in his hand transformed into a hazy streak of light that tore through the dim sky.

Panwu's Heaven-Opening Axe!

This Demon Lord is a true Venerable and powerful being; only by going all out from the very beginning can one have any chance of escaping.

Boom!

This was no longer a simple halberd slash; it was a combination of the weight and domineering power of the Primordial Dao. A hazy aura, centered on the Desolate Star Halberd, condensed into a gigantic axe-blade phantom, carrying the force to shatter space, and fiercely slashed towards the several ancient barbarian soldiers charging at the forefront. (End of Chapter)