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

This power was terrifying and boundless; layer upon layer of space was shattered under its power.

Although the man with the broken sword has fallen from the Venerable realm, he is still not someone that can be resisted by those at the tenth realm.

Zhan Feng was beaten so badly that he kept vomiting blood and could only barely hold on.

puff!
A bone spear, emerging from the shadows, pierced Zhan Feng's abdomen; it was a small, concealed figure to his side.

The intense pain made Zhan Feng tremble, and the binding force weakened instantly.

The man with the broken sword narrowed his eyes, let out a low roar, and the withered flesh on his arm erupted with terrifying power, actually breaking several blood-red chains.

He raised the broken knife in his hand again, aiming it directly at Zhan Feng.

"Get out of my way!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhan Feng's ferocity erupted completely. He ignored the wound in his abdomen and the attack from the man with the broken sword. He turned around abruptly, and his huge fist, shining with bronze light and fragments of shattered space, smashed down like a falling star towards the ancient barbarian soldier who had successfully launched a sneak attack.

boom!
The upper body of the ancient barbarian soldier was blown to pieces.

But just as he turned to throw a punch, the cold, deadly blade of the man with the broken knife was about to touch his back.

laugh!
A hazy gray halberd shadow seemed to traverse space, arriving first despite being behind, and narrowly nailed to the side of the broken blade!

It was Jiang Shu!

After severely injuring the Demon Lord, he had no time to catch his breath. He forcefully activated his turbulent blood and qi, which had just calmed down, and once again used his spatial power to teleport to Zhan Feng's side.

Bang!

The Desolate Star Halberd and the Broken Blade collided violently, unleashing dazzling sparks of law!
Jiang Shu groaned, his hand split open, and his arm went numb.

The man with the broken sword possessed a terrifyingly pure and profound will to death and Daoist essence in his strike!
"Well done!"

Zhan Feng, covered in blood, laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"They've already left, we need to hurry, or we won't be able to leave!"

Jiang Shu suppressed his surging blood and qi, grabbed Zhan Feng who was weak from excessive blood loss, and used spatial power to envelop the two of them, transforming them into two rapid streams of light, chasing after the direction in which Zhan Yun and the others broke through.

The Demon Lord roared in agony on the spot, the huge wound temporarily preventing him from pursuing.

The man with the broken sword, having failed in his attack, locked his cold gaze on the direction Jiang Shu and the other man had fled. He paused, then transformed into a shadow and gave chase.

From all directions, more and more shadowy figures gathered, their eyes flashing with agile light that was either violent or cold, like a gray torrent carrying death, relentlessly pursuing them.

A life-or-death escape through the blood-red canyon suddenly accelerated.

Jiang Shu, accompanied by the battle wind, pushed the laws of space to their limits. With each step he took, he traversed vast distances, and the ripples in space beneath his feet were like surging waves.

The wind howled all around like the wailing of ghosts, and the blood crystal land receded continuously. Zhan Yun and the others, preoccupied with tending to the wounded, were far slower than the others.

Before long, the two caught up with the group in the distance.

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, two figures suddenly stopped beside Zhan Yun, the force of their movements stirring up blood-red dust on the ground.

"How are they?"

Jiang Shu spoke urgently, his gaze sweeping over the ranks.

The team, which originally had nearly twenty people, now has less than ten.

Yu Sha was supported by an ancient freak from the War Alliance. His face was as pale as a corpse, and although a hideous wound on his abdomen was covered by a secret medicine, deathly aura still lingered.

The girl in blue had lost an arm and was only kept alive by pills; her eyes were unfocused.

The others were all injured and weak.

Zhan Yun was in slightly better condition thanks to his powerful strength, but he was also greatly exhausted. His hand holding the Starry Short Blade trembled slightly, and the bronze battle axe behind him emitted a series of hums as it explored the surrounding life.

"Yu Sha and Lan Xi are too badly injured, their essence is damaged. Our pills can only last for half a day at most. The situation of the others is not optimistic either."

Zhan Yun's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with regret and the tremor of surviving a disaster.

"We can only keep moving in this direction. We've temporarily shaken off most of our pursuers, but that terrifying swordsman is still behind us. I can feel his presence rapidly approaching."

Just then, Yu Sha, who had been closing his eyes to regulate his breathing and trying to force out the deathly aura within his body, suddenly opened his eyes, his face showing an expression of extreme horror. Looking at the unfamiliar scene around him, he exclaimed, "Something's not right!"

"Stop!"

"Where...where am I?!"

Everyone was stunned at first, then followed his gaze and couldn't help but gasp.

The place they were in was no longer the blood-red plain filled with huge corpses and turbulent spatial currents, nor was it the canyon marked by slaughter.

Before us lay a relatively intact area!

The dark red crystal surface was much smoother, with fewer cracks.

In the distance, the outline of a dilapidated but magnificent palace, constructed from some kind of massive ribs, can be faintly seen.

Further away, you can even see some low, undulating hills, with faint traces of collapsed buildings on them.

The leaden-gray clouds in the sky seemed to move more slowly, and the dark red energy streams appeared less violent.

This wasn't the first time Zhan Feng and his companion had been here; they had seen these buildings from afar, but these were all distant images, impossible to approach or even touch.

But now, these buildings are not far from them.

All of this points to a chilling conclusion.

This small world, made up of the ruins of an ancient battlefield, is becoming more stable!
"how come?"

How long have we been on the run?

A genius from a subordinate faction asked in a trembling voice. They felt that only an hour or two had passed.

"Who knows? When you're about to lose your life, you naturally won't be concerned about the time."

Someone answered with a heavy heart, but before he could say anything more, the images that had already developed sentience caught up with him again.

There was no time for them to think about it, and they could only flee in disarray once again.

Even Zhan Feng was unable to withstand this attack, and his arm was severed by the man with the broken sword. Jiang Shu also suffered many wounds.

In the end, Jiang Shu used his Daoist aura and relied on many powerful techniques to escape. He fainted the moment he saw Fengyun Tianjiao.

When Jiang Shu woke up again, the scene in front of him was very unfamiliar. Zhan Yun was sitting cross-legged beside him, his breathing was unstable, the blood at the corner of his mouth had dried, there was a ferocious open mouth at the corner of his eye, and the light armor on his body was also badly damaged.

"I originally thought you wouldn't wake up now."

Zhan Feng appeared beside Jiang Shu, handing him a piece of dried meat radiating powerful energy. "Where is this?"

Jiang Shu's injuries were not actually fatal. He propped himself up, tearing into the dried meat in his hand, and asked Zhan Feng.

Zhan Feng did not answer, but simply shook his head slightly.

"I do not know either."

Jiang Shu frowned. During his brief unconsciousness, his blood and energy had recovered considerably.

Looking out from a high vantage point, the dark red crystal land stretches out, and the iron-gray sky hangs low, like a leaden cloud dome stained with gunpowder smoke that will never dissipate.

In the distance, the broken mountains, like the broken spine of a giant, are covered with withered and blackened ancient corpses, swaying slightly in the foul wind.

Thick, dark red lava bubbled and rose in the canyon, sending up scorching air carrying the smell of rust and burnt metal, distorting the view.

Tiny fragments of laws floated in the air, like invisible blades cutting through space and causing a continuous stinging sensation.

The drifting spatial rifts, like hideous black scars, are the silent lament of this ancient battlefield.

Zhan Feng and his team had just escaped a fierce battle with the animated images, and the breathing in the group was heavy and rapid.

Yu Sha's shoulder was a bloody mess, the wound so deep that bone was visible. His pale face was covered in sweat, clearly indicating that his foundation had been damaged and that his cultivation level was at risk of falling.

A stubborn black aura was lingering in the lower abdomen of the blue-clad girl named Lanxi, constantly eroding her protective spiritual light. Upon seeing this, Jiang Shu casually released a wisp of slender yet resilient Primordial Daoist energy, barely suppressing it at the edge to prevent it from spreading and eroding her origin.

The other prodigies from affiliated forces were either ashen-faced or weak-breathed, all bearing new injuries to varying degrees, with deep-seated fear lingering in their eyes.

"The medicine can only suppress the wound for half a day, and the corrosive force is difficult to remove. We must find a safe place to recuperate as soon as possible!"

Zhan Feng wiped the black bloodstains splattered on his face with the sleeve of his battle uniform, his voice like a muffled thunderclap.

His newly acquired, heavy, and ancient bronze battle axe hung low, with a few drops of viscous, asphalt-like black liquid slowly dripping from the edge of the blade, clearly from those eerie animated images.

However, Zhan Yun suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as a hawk unsheathed, scanning the surrounding environment, then looking down at the cracked, dark red crystal ground beneath his feet.

He extended two fingers and, with extreme caution, as if touching a hot coal, gently traced the edge of a deep crack. The sensation beneath his fingertips was not simply cold and hard; deep within the crack, a faint, dark red light flashed and disappeared, carrying a weak yet real warmth.

"No... the situation is a hundred times more serious than we thought!"

Zhan Yun's voice carried an unprecedented solemnity.

She suddenly looked up at the oppressive, iron-gray sky, her brows furrowing into a knot.

"Brother, Brother Jiang!"

"Can you feel it? The boundaries of this ancient battlefield are disappearing!"

"Sense of boundaries?"

Zhan Feng repeated it subconsciously, his heart suddenly skipping a beat.

Jiang Shu's eyes narrowed, and his powerful divine sense instantly spread out like an invisible spider web.

Previously, although this Ancient Path of War Souls was extremely dangerous and its spatial structure was chaotic and violent, the sense of being in a closed off small world was very clear.

They all knew that everything they were seeing was an illusion, existing in a much earlier time.

Therefore, when observing this battle, they all knew in their hearts that this scene did not belong to their own world, hence the so-called sense of isolation.

However, at this moment, this feeling is fading and blurring at an alarming rate!
They felt as if they had entered a completely new world.

Everything here is real; it's no longer just an image.

Jiang Shu's spatial core trembled slightly, and the feedback made his heart sink.

The spatial structure was not violently impacted or weakened; on the contrary, it seemed to be growing, like withered vines absorbing nutrients and stretching out wildly.

This can only mean one thing: this desolate ancient world is greedily absorbing the power from the chaotic void, using its own boundless fighting spirit, remaining laws, and the resentment of living beings as a foundation to expand wildly and rapidly stabilize its spatial structure.

It is breaking free from the shackles of the fragments of the secret realm and evolving into a prototype of a real world that is becoming more complete and stable, and filled with endless malice!
"Fragments of the laws are resonating!"

Zhan Feng was equally surprised; he too noticed the anomaly.

The chaotic and violent fragments of ancient battlefield Daoist energy in the air, which should have been merely imprints or phantoms, now resonated with the earth beneath their feet, the sky above their heads, and the distant lava rivers in a subtle and indescribable way.

The fragments seem to attract and fill each other, becoming more vivid.

The faint light and rising warmth deep within the crack beneath our feet are the most direct warning signals!
"It's not just that the images have acquired a chaotic intelligence and aggression."

Zhan Yun's voice was icy cold. He suddenly raised his arm and pointed to a huge ancient demon corpse, ten feet tall and covered with thick bone spurs, hanging from a cliff not far away.

"Look there!"

All eyes were instantly drawn to them.

The enormous corpse, which should have been completely dried up and stiff, had its fingers, covered in a black keratin layer and resembling a giant warhammer, twitch very slightly in the silence, almost imperceptibly to the naked eye!
Although the empty eye sockets still lacked any vitality, that slight movement was filled with the stiffness of life being forcibly awakened, like an invisible hand suddenly turning a gear that had been rusted for millennia.

"It...it moved?!"

A disciple from an affiliated faction spoke in a shrill voice, filled with barely suppressed panic.

"And these spatial rifts!"

Jiang Shu's gaze swept across the spatial rifts that floated erratically in the air, resembling black centipedes.

These cracks should have been dangerous traps, random and purely natural disasters.

However, at this moment, the edges of the two or three rifts closest to everyone began to slowly writhe and elongate like worms, in a chilling manner.

They moved closer to each other, as if trying to merge, or perhaps searching for the best angle to hunt.

Deep within the dark rift, the light of the void turbulence flickered, no longer a random flash, but more like a cold eye!

"Not just this world, but also those images!"

"They are all developing a faint consciousness, and their behavior patterns are gradually changing from the initial primitive stagnation and chaotic madness to regularity and even rudimentary cooperative intentions."

Zhan Feng felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the knuckles of his fingers, gripping the battle axe tightly, turned white from the force.

"The previous attacks were more like being driven by lingering resentment and the instinct to kill on the battlefield, resulting in chaos and disorder."

"But now, they are observing, learning, and adapting to this revitalizing world!"

"They are about to become a brand new life."

This discovery is a hundred times more terrifying than the danger of the image siege we just witnessed.

This means they are not merely facing a group of resurrected images of the dead, but are situated within the embryonic world of death, which is being conceived and growing wildly. (End of Chapter)