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

"Damn it!"

Every acupoint of Jiang Shu was vibrating.

Each acupoint seems to depict the entire process of a star's rise and fall.

Faced with this terrifying attack, he pushed his body to its absolute limit.

The Great Void Heart Sutra kept flashing through his mind, and some of the difficulties that he couldn't solve in the past were loosened in this battle!
Between life and death lies immense terror.

There are also great opportunities!
Crash.

In the distance, a massive bone segment atop a mountain peak composed of stacked vertebrae collapsed and disintegrated without warning amidst the slight tremors caused by the image tracking.

However, the broken bones did not fall naturally; instead, they were directly drawn into a spatial vortex that expanded instantly and disappeared silently, as if swallowed by an invisible giant maw.

Even more terrifying, a brand new, chilling aura, like an invisible poisonous miasma, is seeping out from the depths of this decaying space.

What it exudes is no longer the rusty, bloody, and murderous aura of the battlefield itself, but a deeper, darker aura, seemingly carrying a sense of blasphemy and decay.

Where this aura permeated, even the wails of vengeful spirits seemed to be suppressed, creating a deathly silence that sent chills down one's spine, as if something more ancient and indescribable was stirring within.

As soon as this aura appeared, the Heart of Space was suddenly struck by a sharp pain and a strong sense of repulsion.

Jiang Shu's dormant spatial core within his dantian erupted like a drop of hot oil, bursting with unprecedented resistance and an indescribable fear.

This feeling was very similar to the fear and trembling he felt when he watched the meteor shower in the War Alliance Palace, and the fear he felt when the Heart of Space saw those giant silver eyes.

"Roar!"

The oppressive feeling from behind was like a solid iceberg pressing down again, and the sharp whistling sound tore through the air and ripped my eardrums.

The broken spear of the image descends once more, still a mundane yet deadly stab.

The broken spear was now wreathed in wisps of the sinister and dark aura that had just spread, making its power seem even more restrained and terrifying.

Wherever the black spear tip passed, even the slightest fluctuations in the laws of the air were completely smoothed out, leaving only pure nothingness and annihilation.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The laws of the Great Dao emanating from his body were like a galaxy traversing the universe, and every punch Jiang Shu threw was like the roar of the galaxy.

The entire space began to crack faintly during the battle between Jiang Shu and Duan Mao.

Jiang Shu swallowed the pills one by one, as if they were worthless.

His injuries continued to deteriorate as he recovered.

"No rush! There's still a chance."

"Going back now seems safe, but returning to this Star Ruins Realm will probably not be so easy."

Jiang Shu's mind was clear and lucid, although his realm remained at the Myriad Manifestations Realm.

But within the Eternal Tower, he had honed a fighting instinct that was almost that of a Venerable One.

Every punch thrown is the pinnacle of skill.

His gaze remained ever-exploratory, meticulously sensing every crevice in space.

Suddenly, a swirling, twisting, and bizarrely colored turbulent current outside a crack immediately caught his attention.

"This place..."

As if he had made a decision, Jiang Shu suddenly leaped toward the spatial turbulence, with layers of space folding in front of and behind him.

The primordial Daoist aura, along with the gray protective shield formed by the Great Dao, only lasted for a few breaths before being shattered by the broken spear.

"Um……"

Jiang Shu was struck hard in the back by the broken spear.

Unable to suppress a low groan of pain, half of his body had already stepped into the spatial rift.

A colorful torrent swept him into a new world.

He was like a leaf falling onto the river, swept away by the turbulent currents, the chaotic light and shadows flashing past his eyes, as if he were about to forget the passage of time.

For an ordinary tenth-realm expert, death would almost certainly be inevitable at this moment.

Because in such an environment, no one can remain absolutely clear-headed.

Not to mention, he also had a horrific, near-fatal injury on his back.

But Jiang Shu is different; he also has a control panel that allows him to travel between the two worlds at the last moment.

No matter how dangerous it is, he can travel back to the Demon Realm in an instant, as long as he wants.

He was looking for one last chance.

Time passed by, as if countless moments had leaped past Jiang Shu.

Suddenly, a relatively stable, dark-colored spatial hole appeared in the chaotic torrent ahead.

The spatial hole was not clearly visible, but Jiang Shu saw it the moment it appeared.

After preparing for who knows how long, the body suddenly lunged forward.

puff!
Jiang Shu, who had leaped out of space, spat out a mouthful of golden, mixed, foul blood, and the light emanating from his body had almost completely dimmed.

He swallowed the pills whole, as if they were dates.

These pills are extremely precious in the vast Cangmang Domain; even Dao Lords at the Myriad Manifestations Realm would find them difficult to obtain.

At this point, they couldn't even treat his injuries; they could only alleviate the pain in his body.

The Venerable One's power is truly terrifying.

He took a deep breath, and in his mind, the scenes of the broken spear's attacks seemed to reappear.

Jiang Shu closed his eyes slightly until his breathing gradually calmed down.

Only then did he gradually raise his head and look around.

This seems to be a forgotten corner.

The space was a solidified leaden gray, so dense it was opaque.

Dead silence, absolute dead silence.

Even the omnipresent battle spirits, shouts of killing, and wails of agony on the ancient battlefield have disappeared.

The air was as thick as mercury, and every breath carried a strong, chilling aura that penetrated deep into the lungs, as if freezing the blood.

This sinister and dark aura was ten times, or even a hundred times, stronger than what he had sensed outside!
The ground was no longer blood crystals, but a jet black, as if it were the solidified silt that had been accumulating for millions of years, and it was exceptionally hard and cold to step on.

As far as the eye could see, there were countless jagged and twisted black stone pillars. The shapes of these pillars were extremely bizarre, like the bones of a giant beast that had been forcibly twisted, or like solidified petrified vines pointing to the sky. Their surfaces were covered with dirty, dried dark red patterns, the lines of which were strange and resembled some kind of blasphemous sacrificial runes.

A strange whisper seemed to resound directly from the depths of the soul, filled with decadence and temptation.

At the deepest part of this space, the outline of a very large altar can be vaguely seen.

The altar was a dark, murky green, seemingly constructed from the spine of some enormous creature, with a millstone-sized crystal core embedded at its top, emitting a faint, ominous red glow.

Beneath the altar, a massive shadow writhed, emanating a chilling aura.

The texture and style of the altar's surface, as well as the aura emanating from its center, gave Jiang Shu a faint sense of familiar dread. It wasn't the giant silver eye, but rather the ancient bronze road and the strange image of the War God's Record deep within his mind.

Dark red blood seeped from the War God's Manual, the ancient bronze road was stripped of its battle memories, and the image of the halberd-wielding War God in the War God's Manual briefly transformed into a mechanical matrix...

Strange occurrences within the alliance. An unexpected event on the ancient battlefield.

Images flashed through Jiang Shu's mind.

It was as if a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared.

However, before Jiang Shu could grasp this spiritual light...

Crack!
A tearing sound, so sickening it made your teeth ache, came from the entrance to the broken spatial passage behind you.

A heavy, chilling pressure, carrying an intense killing intent, slammed in like a tangible hammer.

Ancient footage!

Its mind had long been set on Jiang Shu.

Even though they were separated by countless spaces, they could forcefully tear apart everything in front of them and descend upon Jiang Shu.

This is the Venerable Realm!

Although the tenth realm and the Venerable realm are only one realm apart, the difference is as vast as heaven and earth.

No expert at the tenth realm has ever been able to escape the pursuit of a Venerable.

The colossal figure of the ancient image passed through the passage and stepped into this desolate land.

However, it was, after all, just an energy entity, and the prolonged battle caused it to suffer considerable energy loss.

"They've caught up with us, just as expected."

Jiang Shu has never underestimated ancient images.

He was prepared, his hands forming a seal, and the space in front of him condensed into a final, clear spatial Dao rhythm.

After gaining a deeper understanding of the Heart Sutra, he did not choose to attack the image's solid armor.

Instead, it is like a skilled weaver, precisely piercing the most sparse and sinister center point between itself and the image.

hum!
A completely transparent, thin as a cicada's wing yet incredibly strong spatial barrier instantly formed.

Jiang Shu cleverly used the sinister and chaotic power of this space itself as a glue.

This barrier, like a giant one-way lens, briefly refracted the image's form and pushed it back a distance, while simultaneously preventing the ancient image from directly locking onto his aura.

The image suddenly paused, and a hint of hesitation flashed in the crimson eyes.

It seemed as if the target was suddenly pulled away, began to blur, and was surrounded by a sense of disturbance.

Then, it launched a sudden attack.

Terrifying forces rippled before him.

The spatial barrier trembled violently, emitting a mournful cry as if on the verge of collapse, and much of the sinister aura flowing over it was dissipated.

However, the spatial barrier that Jiang Shu condensed this time contained the mystery of spatial displacement. Most of the power of the violent attack was strangely dissipated by the writhing of this fragile space itself and transferred to the black stone forest further away from the altar.

Bang bang bang!
The dozen or so thick stone pillars, covered in filthy runes, shattered instantly and turned to dust.

"We have no choice but to retreat."

Seeing that the ancient influence clearly still had some power left, Jiang Shu could only shake his head in the end.

The thought of fighting again finally faded away.

If he were still in his prime, he could certainly put up a fight.

But right now... it's best to recover first.

His injuries were far too severe. If he were to fight again, even if he managed to escape alive, it would take an unknown amount of time to recover.

Without much hesitation, Jiang Shu directly unleashed the Primordial Dao Essence, simulating Zhan Feng's furious, passionate, and soaring fighting spirit.

It condensed into a clone.

This clone was engulfed in a phantom flame with a hint of dim gold, as if Zhan Feng himself were alive.

A pure fighting spirit surged forth.

With the same level of comprehension of the Great Dao, even if this clone appeared in front of some geniuses at the tenth realm, they might not be able to react in time.

Immediately afterwards, another clone condensed into a battle cloud, a phantom holding a gleaming silver short blade, surrounded by a cold, bone-chilling silver radiance that resembled both ice and starlight.

Both the war winds and the war clouds had been sensed by ancient images before.

If it appears, as long as it can confuse the ancient image for a moment, it can give Jiang Shu a chance to survive.

Of course, this approach is also a kind of shortcut.

After all, the ancient image before us is just an image; it does not contain the true wisdom of the Venerable One.

Before a true venerable being, all Jiang Shu could do was travel between the two realms.

Even more so, it needs to be done quickly.

After all, even a slow reaction could result in being completely annihilated by the Venerable One.

Jiang Shu felt the Venerable's power more and more in his mind. His hands moved continuously, and the third clone was instantly formed.

This clone is also the most special.

Although it appeared slightly blurry compared to the first two clear figures.

However, Jiang Shu used the last bit of his spatial power to peel away and reassemble the traces of sinister aura that belonged to this decaying space itself, which had clung to him and his body from his escape through the tearing of space.

He then infused it with an extremely faint, yet profound, sense of astonishment and trepidation stemming from the depths of his soul regarding the strange phenomena in the War God's Record.

This clone had no specific form, resembling a swirling, dark, and eerie mist, within which the shadows of broken halberds, scrolls, and even mechanical patterns flashed by.

It emits a silent whisper filled with chaotic temptation and blasphemy, its target being the most primal violence and greed within the faint intelligence of the image.

The three clones, like arrows released from a bow, shot out instantly from behind the spatial barrier, fleeing in three completely different directions.

The battle wind transformed into its most explosive form, charging towards the shattered mountain range to the left with the momentum of a desperate charge.

Zhan Yun transformed into the coldest form, becoming a swift silver streak as he swept towards a misty area filled with distorted spatial rifts.

Meanwhile, that dark and eerie clone, with an indescribable allure, swiftly sped towards the core of this area, like a bolt of lightning, disappearing in an instant.

Roar!
The three targets appeared unexpectedly, their presence both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar.

They appeared simultaneously in front of the ancient image.

War winds and war clouds have both stirred up its fury.

The other condensed clone, with its eerie whispers and chaotic allure, aroused a strong but chaotic desire to devour it.

Its massive body swayed violently in place, and its scarlet eyes flashed with an unprecedented bloodlust and greed.

It's as if they've all forgotten about Jiang Shu as their target.

Without much hesitation, the ancient image took a step forward, heading towards the canyon opposite the altar, the one that most strongly tempted it among the three baits, with a thunderous roar, and the dark and eerie clone gave chase.

The enormous figure quickly disappeared into the thick gray fog and the twisted black stone forest, chasing after the bait that stirred the depths of its soul.

"tread……"

"tread……"

"Step..." (End of Chapter)