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

A chilling wind, carrying the stench of decaying rust and aged blood, swept across the inky black earth, howling like the whispers of countless dead souls.

In the shattered space, Jiang Shu's figure faintly emerged, taking a step out.

His calm breathing became increasingly labored, each breath feeling like he was inhaling scalding sand, burning his lungs and meridians.

The condensation of several clones, coupled with this hiding, almost completely exhausted his remaining energy and spirit.

If that still doesn't work, the best option is to be forced to travel between the two worlds.

"call……"

Let out a long breath.

Jiang Shu looked in the direction where the ancient image had left.

Even now, he hasn't completely relaxed.

In the far distance, the earth-shattering roar, the shriek as space was torn apart by brute force, and the aftershocks of the annihilating Daoist aura released by the broken spear stimulated his taut nerves like a drumbeat.

He sat cross-legged, the sacred embryo within him quietly absorbing energy from another dimension.

In the past, as long as he kept breathing, his body would gradually recover.

But this time, the injuries were far too severe.

Even his own path will be destroyed.

He poured all the little power he had painstakingly accumulated into the heart of space.

First, completely seal off the surrounding space.

It was as if the entire space had frozen into a deathly silence, returning to the original chaos.

Time slips away little by little, each breath feeling like a hundred years.

Finally, the terrifying aura of pursuit from the ancient images vanished completely into the deep darkness of the distant canyon, like the receding tide.

All that remained was the low hum of the distant spatial vortex as it devoured the massive bone fragments, and the suffocating oppression of this absolutely desolate place itself.

The crisis has been temporarily averted.

Jiang Shu slowly closed her half-open eyes.

A feeling of exhaustion swept over his entire body like a tidal wave, and the remaining Dao fire flickered uncertainly in his meridians, each flash accompanied by a tearing pain.

Forcibly tearing through the spatial barrier and falling into the secondary turbulence, it also ignited the blood and qi, activating the clones containing different emotional origins. This not only drained the last trace of Dao rhyme from Jiang Shu's body, but also made his already riddled body, which was riddled with holes from burning Dao fire, even worse.

His path was crumbling, his vital energy and blood seemed to have no root, like a flower in the desert, about to wither.

His face was deathly pale, and he sat helplessly on the ground, his once robust body now withered and emaciated.

Jiang Shu is now so powerful that even a random expert at the tenth realm could threaten him, let alone a peerless genius at the tenth realm.

Forcing himself to control his disordered breathing, Jiang Shu didn't catch his breath for a moment. He immediately slid silently, like a shadow that had lost all its luster, toward the nearest twisted, dark stone pillar.

The movement aggravated the wound on his ribs where the broken spear of the ancient demon image had grazed him. The lingering annihilation Dao aura there was eroding his life force, bringing waves of icy numbness that penetrated deep into his bones.

Jiang Shu mobilized the last remaining soul power in his sea of ​​consciousness, resonating with the Heart of Space with great difficulty. He carefully suppressed all fluctuations of his aura, minimizing his vital signs, as if he were merging into the dust of this desolate land.

Darkness enveloped him, with a viscous and heavy texture.

The stench of decay and desecration that permeated the air did not dissipate; instead, it became even clearer, wisps and strands trying to burrow into his pores and erode his consciousness, like living things.

The heart of space conveys a continuous, profound throbbing.

Jiang Shuping lay flat on the ground, greedily absorbing all the energy around him that he could absorb.

The Law of Power shattered all filth, the Law of Primordial Chaos restored it to its most original Dao essence, and finally the Law of Devouring devoured it, replenishing its own Dao essence and the void in its Qi and blood.

"The Demon Realm is probably in the midst of a chaotic battle. Going back now would be extremely unwise. Although I was seriously injured this time, I did manage to seize a few opportunities for a breakthrough."

"Once I leave this place and enter a state of seclusion, it shouldn't be long before I can advance to the Venerable Realm."

"Chaotic Realm..."

Jiang Shu murmured, but he didn't dwell on it.

This place remains a dangerous area.

Unlike the vast and boundless realm, in the Cangmang realm, the highest combat power among the human and demon races is only the Dao Lord and the Demon Lord.

In the absence of them, the Chaos Realm is the strongest existence.

But in the Star Ruins Realm, he already sensed that if he were to delve into deeper secrets, the Chaos Realm might only be the beginning.

Jiang Shu lowered his expectations and began to explore his surroundings following the pulsation of the Heart of Space.

This throbbing sensation is not purely malicious; it is more like a painful and murky fetal movement.

Some guesses gradually emerged in his mind.

Without much speculation, Jiang Shu stood up, leaning against the cold, slippery stone pillar riddled with strange holes. His gaze, like a deep pool, slowly swept over this space that made even the soul feel uneasy.

Beneath my feet lay inky black mud, which was not actually soil, but rather a viscous sediment mixed with endless despair, madness, and shattered souls.

Stepping on it makes no sound, yet you can almost feel the coldness and slipperiness of the abyss.

Countless jet-black stone pillars rise from the ground, twisted and bizarre, their surfaces covered with indescribable natural patterns, like veins that spontaneously formed during their growth.

These veins faintly flow with an ominous, dim light, as if silently drawing upon the sinister power permeating this world.

Jiang Shu cast his deep gaze into the depths of this area.

He finally saw it: in the blurry space, a building with an indistinct outline stood majestically on a stone platform slightly higher than the ground!
Even from a great distance, the cold, ancient, and sacrilegious Taoist aura emanating from the stone platform was clearly discernible.

altar!

An altar exuding an ancient aura.

The altar's overall structure is not entirely regular; it appears to be constructed from some kind of unidentifiable, enormous black animal bone and strangely colored stones with a metallic sheen, and its surface is also covered with eerie natural runes.

These runes were dim and twisted, more obscure and difficult to understand than any ancient bronze runes he had ever seen. They exuded a primal madness and evil, bearing an unsettling resemblance to the so-called mechanical matrix he had encountered before, which he had seen in the War God's Catalogue, yet they were also completely different.

The sense of distortion and fluctuation in the surrounding space did not completely disappear; instead, it surged like a slow tide with a strange rhythm.

Jiang Shu endured the excruciating pain, concentrating his severely weakened spiritual senses as he attempted to perceive the essence of this area. There was no clear framework of laws, no stable Dao traces or pathways.

This place is more like a fragment of void that was roughly torn off and then forcibly injected with a massive amount of ancient battlefield baleful energy, fragments of laws, endless chaotic will, and that sinister aura.

They were strangled and merged in the chaos, yet were also drawn to and transformed by this eerie altar.

Like a deformed embryo, struggling to give birth to life amidst chaos and pollution!
Leaning against the cold stone pillar, Jiang Shu's gradually recovering mind stirred up a storm of emotions.

Life is born!

This is not a simple case of an ancient road image giving rise to sentience, nor is it the result of the residual imprint of a powerful individual.

This throbbing sensation, this struggle like a fetus kicking and struggling in murky amniotic fluid.

This nascent world will, which draws upon, transforms, and attempts to construct itself, all points to a chilling possibility.

The Ancient Path of War Souls has not "gained" consciousness; it is striving to "come alive"!
From a fragmented, desolate battlefield from ancient times, over a long period of time, under the catalysis of boundless malevolent energy, chaotic laws, and this sinister foreign core power, it is being distorted into a living embryonic world with basic, naive instincts!
A world of death, slaughter, madness, and evil!

It should be noted that the records in the Ancient Path Secret Realm are of the ancestors of the human race.

Even if it were to truly develop sentience, it shouldn't be this bizarre!
This altar...

The scene from that day in the War Alliance reappeared in his mind.

The terrifying evil aura that descended upon the core area of ​​the War Alliance, the disappearance of Zhan Jiuxiao and other core high-ranking members, the strange martial law and blockade of the core area, the failure of the Star Token, Liu Yue's stammering words of terror, and Zi Ling's lie about her unknown whereabouts...

All the clues instantly connected in Jiang Shu's mind.

The situation within the alliance is far more complex than simply "an unstable energy field in the ancestral land."

The source or important component of this force that invaded the high-ranking members of the War Alliance, triggered a battle at the peak of the Venerable level, and forced Zhan Jiuxiao to lose contact, may be this very force that is entrenched in the heart of the War Soul Ancient Road, namely this Yin Evil Altar!
They come from the same source, like the same malignant tumor spreading across different bodies.

The changes in the War Alliance and the anomalies in the Ancient Path should be two different points in the same disaster!

If the speculation is confirmed, I am not only trapped in a dangerous ancient battlefield, but also in a malevolent world matrix that is frantically "coming alive".

Those eerie images, the soldiers with self-healing abilities, the ever-growing and stronger pursuers, the sealed spatial coordinates and exit mechanism... all these are the instinctive rejections and attacks generated by this world in order to maintain its own survival and growth.

They regard all intruders as filth and impurities that hinder their birth, and they want to drive them out, devour them, and assimilate them!
This Star Ruins Realm...

The level of danger far surpasses that of the vast and desolate wilderness!
The deeper Jiang Shu went into the inner circle and the more secrets he learned, the more he saw the immense crisis.

It seems that the rise of the Doomsday Cult in the Star Ruins Realm is definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

For example, the layout in front of him was something that the Doomsday Cult could not possibly have created.

The Doomsday Cult may simply be a group of forces that created it together, placed in the forefront to attract hatred.

Wait until the breakthrough.

I will temporarily leave the Star Ruins Realm and focus on rapidly improving my strength in the Vast Expanse Domain!
The future crisis in the Star Ruins Realm is definitely not something that ordinary Venerables can withstand.

Jiang Shu's gaze swept over the gloomy ink swamp and twisted stone forest, sensing the slow but steady pulse of "fetal movement" deep within the space, and his eyes grew increasingly calm.

His avatar temporarily attracted the ancient images.

However, he cannot guarantee that the ancient images will not reappear later.

Not to mention, there might be other dangers here.

Being in this place, every corner could pose a deadly threat to him.

Even if one manages to escape temporarily, as the power of this world of death and impending doom continues to grow, its search capabilities, aggression, and spatial containment will only become stronger.

Unless it's traveling between two worlds!
However, traveling between the two realms is only a temporary solution. If the crisis here escalates, even if one returns, one might not be able to snatch a chance of survival even if one is at the peak of the Chaos Realm.

There is only one way to truly break this deadlock.

Destroy the altar!

The sinister altar at the heart of this deep valley is not only the core driving force behind the changes in the ancient path, but it is also likely the hub where the power of this world converges, and may even be a key node connecting to the outside world, such as some kind of change within the War Alliance.

Only by destroying it and interrupting the gestation process of this world of death can we possibly break through the solidified spatial barriers.

So leave!

Sitting cross-legged, Jiang Shu's mind was like a calm, waveless sea.

Although the energy within this ancient path is too mixed and chaotic, filled with fragments of sinister laws and malevolent energy.

But with the Primordial Dao present, these energies can gradually be assimilated into his body.

The Heart of Space should be able to protect him for a while. As long as he is not found by the ancient images for the time being, he will have enough time to recover.

……

Deep within a relatively stable crimson cavern, some distance from the inky black land where Jiang Shu was located, beyond a spatial distortion.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and a sense of unease.

The dozen or so survivors sat around a few crimson flame crystals that barely emitted light and heat. In the dim light, each of their faces was filled with exhaustion, pain, and lingering fear.

Yu Sha sat cross-legged, her face as pale as paper. The cold aura surrounding her was far less pure than before. Her damaged essence made it difficult for her to even maintain her body temperature. The sweat that seeped from her forehead instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals.

Lanxi nestled against another disciple of the Battle Alliance. The once lively girl in blue had empty eyes, and her hands, which were wrapped around her knees, trembled slightly. Judging from her condition, her physical injuries were secondary; the blow to her spirit was far more severe. Even if she survived, she would likely be shrouded in the shadow of what had happened in just one day for the rest of her life.

Blood was everywhere on Zhan Feng's severed arm, and ancient medicinal herbs floated around him as the severed arm gradually grew back.

But the previous battle had already caused great damage to his very essence, making him, who was usually so arrogant, unusually silent.

On the other side, Zhan Yun was in equally bad shape.

A large dent was clearly visible on the left side of the sternum, with blood flowing continuously and tears along the edges. The inner soft armor was soaked through with dark red blood plasma.

But she could endure these injuries.

Having merely swallowed the pill, Zhan Yun forced himself to stay alert, looking around with his brows furrowed from time to time.

Compared to Zhan Feng, she was more thoughtful.

She vaguely sensed that there was an increasingly obvious disturbance in this space, as if it were… (End of Chapter)