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

At the entrance to the Ancient Path of War Souls, the "door" forcibly torn out by spatial rifts resembled a gaping maw in agony, its edges shimmering with an unstable, chaotic light.

Thick, viscous void sludge dripped from the cracks in the door, corroding the ground and creating pits that emitted a pungent, fishy stench.

A body covered in strange, rust-colored bone patterns was gently enveloped by a pure and domineering spatial force and slowly pulled out from the "door".

This person was none other than Jiang Shu, who was seriously injured.

His body was broken and tattered, his skin was withered like dehydrated dead wood, his muscles were atrophied and collapsed, and the Dao Foundation aura that once contained immense power had shrunk to the point of being barely perceptible. Only a faint trace of divine soul fluctuations proved that he had not been completely annihilated.

The bone rust patterns covering his entire body were like living things, deeply embedded in his flesh and bones. With each faint breath, the runes flickered, locking in his last glimmer of life.

The spatial power he pulled out suddenly condensed, transforming into a giant, illusory hand with broad bones, seemingly containing the power to create the world.

Behind the giant hand, Zhan Jiuxiao, dressed in a dark gold battle robe and with a face as solemn as an ancient mountain, appeared.

His brows furrowed, his eyes sharp as lightning, sweeping over Jiang Shu's miserable state in an instant before fixing his gaze on the massive gate that was struggling to heal.

"Deputy leader."

An elder with white hair and beard, dressed in a star-patterned Taoist robe, stepped forward, his voice solemn.

"The membrane of the small world has been born, and the will within it is fierce, evil, and filthy. The passage that we tore open together is being rapidly repaired and rejected by its laws, and the backlash is increasing."

"Forcibly stabilizing the channel and sending in power could trigger its core self-destruct mechanism, completely detonating this world embryo."

The other four elders remained silent, their bodies surging with vast yet extremely restrained energy fluctuations, working together to suppress the distorted door.

A dull, squeezing sound came from the spatial barrier, as if two invisible behemoths were wrestling.

Zhan Jiuxiao withdrew his gaze from the gradually closing "door" and landed on the dying Jiang Shu, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Without any hesitation, a cold, metallic command boomed in the ears of all the high-ranking members of the alliance present:

"Save him at all costs!"

"Now!"

This order carried an unquestionable determination, as if it contained the will accumulated over countless years by the War Alliance.

The space paused slightly, and five powerful divine senses instantly covered Jiang Shu's remaining body, intertwining and probing.

At the same time, several logistics elders, who were proficient in alchemy and formations, appeared in front of them like ghosts.

They were all shocked when they saw Jiang Shu's miserable state.

It's a miracle that he survived such severe injuries, with his Dao foundation teetering on the brink of collapse and his vital energy depleted.

“Vice Alliance Leader, Jiang Shu returned from the ancient road with only a sliver of consciousness. Now that his safety has been ensured, he has suddenly fallen into a deep sleep. Under these circumstances, the cost of reviving him would be extremely high.”

An elderly man with white hair and beard spoke hesitantly.

He harbored some sectarian prejudices.

Although Jiang Shu possesses extraordinary talent, he is by no means a member of their battle alliance.

However, what looked at him was Zhan Jiuxiao's eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Act according to orders."

The old man trembled, then bowed his head in agreement, and led the already sleeping Jiang Shu away into the distance.

Jiang Shu's remains were quickly transferred to an ancient spirit array called the Profound Origin Creation Pool deep within the core forbidden area of ​​the War Alliance.

This place is isolated from the outside world, and its spiritual energy is so rich that it has turned into tangible clouds and mist, permeated with the ever-flowing rhythm of creation.

He was carefully placed in the center of the pool on a naturally formed jade platform.

The jade platform was smooth and warm, flowing with the gentle essence of the earth, barely protecting the last remaining spark of his life.

Saving Jiang Shu has become the highest order of the alliance, and resources can be obtained at will.

The elders could not hide their pain as they took out a bottle of jade marrow containing specks of starlight and a deep green color. It was a rare treasure that could only be formed after being nurtured for ten thousand years deep in the core of a star, the Ten Thousand Year Azure Marrow.

As a single drop fell, its abundant and pure life essence and celestial Daoist principles seeped into Jiang Shu's parched and withered body like sweet rain.

A faint "crackling" sound emanated from deep within the bones, like withered trees stretching out in the spring breeze. The meridians and flesh that had shriveled due to the evil energy slowly swelled up, and the filthy bone rust patterns emitted a faint "hissing" sound when they came into contact with the clear light of the star marrow, as if they were being burned.

"Elder..."

"Continue. This is the Alliance Leader's order. Only by saving Jiang Shu can we save the Young Alliance Leader and the others."

"As ordered."

Three perfectly round pills, with interwoven red patterns resembling Daoist runes, were fed into Jiang Shu's mouth.

This is the Great Rejuvenating and Meridian-Regenerating Pill, personally refined by the number one alchemist in the War Alliance. It uses the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Meridian-Regenerating Divine Herb as the main ingredient, combined with nine kinds of rare earth vein essence.

The elixir dissolved instantly upon entering his stomach, and a surging torrent of medicinal power surged directly towards his crumbling Dao foundation.

Meanwhile, a crystal-clear lotus root with nine holes and nine sections was embedded between Jiang Shu's chest and abdomen.

The Primordial Qi Lotus Root is a legendary sacred object born in the primordial chaos. It is one of the most precious treasures of the War Alliance. The wisp of primordial purple qi contained within it is an unparalleled divine object for repairing and connecting broken foundations.

The lotus root merged into Jiang Shu's body, beginning to reshape his broken and twisted Dao foundation.

In response to his depleted spirit and chaotic state of mind.

A black, incense stick, neither gold nor wood, only three inches long, was lit beside the jade platform. The fragrance was not a scent, but a clear, icy torrent of spiritual energy that rushed straight into the sea of ​​consciousness. It was the Nine-Turn Soul-Cleansing Incense that stabilized the soul.

But most importantly, Zhan Jiuxiao took action himself.

He pointed his fingers like a knife and made a cut in his palm without hesitation.

Unlike the bright red of ordinary people, his blood was as deep as crimson lava, each drop containing terrifying life essence and fragments of Dao principles.

Seven drops of blood essence containing the supreme power of the War Alliance Master were forced out, transforming into seven blood beads burning with crimson-gold flames, which slowly rotated around Jiang Shu's head.

The terrifying energy from the dissipated essence and blood directly merged into Jiang Shu's body, igniting his nearly extinguished life force in the most brutal and effective way, forcibly repelling the erosion of the bone rust curse, and helping him refine the vast restorative medicinal power within his body.

The entire Xuan Yuan Creation Pool shone brightly, its energy surging and forming a massive vortex.

The elders responsible for protecting the Dharma and harmonizing the medicinal power by the pool were doing their best, their faces solemn, their hair and beards flying backward as the energy flow blew them away.

A day later, Jiang Shu's eyelashes trembled slightly in his tightly closed eyes on the jade platform.

Consciousness is like struggling to rise from the bottom of a dark, cold ocean.

First came numbness, then came an unbearable, sharp pain, like being stabbed by a thousand needles at the same time.

But this pain brings a real sense of being alive.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and instead of the expected broken body and near-death weakness, he saw a soft halo and a pervasive spiritual mist.

Recalling the fatal injuries on his body, Jiang Shu slowly sat up and looked down to examine himself. He found that his skin, which had been as withered as a tree, had regained its fullness and luster, and his muscle lines were smooth and tough, full of power.

Although the terrifying bone rust curse patterns on the body surface have not completely disappeared, the filthy luster flowing on them has been suppressed by a layer of warm and tough life treasure light, like an ancient rock sealed deep in the earth's veins, temporarily silent.

More importantly, within the body. Although there are still some minor cracks in the foundation that have not yet been healed, and the primordial aura is slightly weak, the main structure is as stable as ever.

The broken, twisted, and collapsed laws were perfectly reconnected and connected by a pure and profound primordial purple energy, and even became slightly more resilient and condensed than before!

His blood and qi surged like a great river, and his powerful strength flowed naturally through his limbs and bones. With just a little time to nurture and settle, he could fully recover to his peak condition.

He knew better than anyone just how serious his injuries were on the ancient road.

If he were to recover on his own, it would probably take at least several hundred years.

The cost of this rapid recovery is absolutely unimaginable for ordinary people.

The efforts of the War Alliance also proved that his contributions to the Ancient Road were not just wishful thinking on his part.

Just as Jiang Shu was experiencing the earth-shattering changes within his body, the restrictions outside the stone gate rippled slightly.

A tall and composed figure appeared at the edge of the pool.

It was Zhan Jiuxiao, the vice leader of the War Alliance.

His gaze was sharp as he swept over Jiang Shu's entire body, a fleeting hint of satisfaction passing through the depths of his eyes, followed by an even deeper solemnity.

"It seems the Mysterious Pool of Creation lives up to its name. It's good that you've woken up."

Zhan Jiuxiao's voice was deep and powerful, with a metallic quality, and he went straight to the point without any pleasantries.

"How are you feeling? Is there still any discomfort?"

"I feel fine, thank you very much, Uncle Zhan."

Jiang Shu stood up, bowed, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke sincerely.

He knew that the alliance had invested a great deal of rare and precious materials in him for this battle.

There are definitely voices of opposition within the alliance.

For things to go so smoothly, Zhan Jiuxiao must have made a big decision.

"The body and foundation are no longer in serious condition. The foundation is solid and undamaged. With just a few days of rest and recuperation, the power should be restored."

"It was used by the guild..."

Zhan Jiuxiao raised his hand to interrupt him, and said again, "The resources are being used on you to ensure the survival of the War Alliance. There's no need to say more."

His gaze shifted to the mist in the pool, then seemed to pierce through space, landing on the unreachable depths of the ancient path.
"Your condition is recovering better than I expected."

"Then, you should know best what's going on inside the ancient road."

Jiang Shu's expression hardened, and the ancient battlefield flashed before his eyes, along with those frenzied images, the evil altar, and finally, the malevolent, nascent embryo of a dead world.

He said in a deep voice, "Uncle Zhan, at the core of the Ancient Path of War Souls, there is a sinister altar that is devouring fragments of the void, battlefield resentment, and the lingering thoughts of all living beings, forcibly nurturing a nascent small world embryo filled with malice."

"Its will is filthy and greedy, and it is purely destructive towards all intruders, including us."

Zhan Feng, Zhan Yun, and the others are still inside.

Jiang Shu's tone became somewhat heavy when those names were mentioned.

When he left the ancient road, he was still somewhat conscious, but he was severely exhausted. If he hadn't fallen asleep to recover and resist the curse on his body, he might not have been able to hold on.

After all, if it weren't for the War Alliance's intervention...

In that final moment, his thought was already to travel back to the Demon Realm.

The image of Hu Erdan, whose fate was unknown, was still vivid in my mind.

Zhan Jiuxiao remained silent for a moment, and the spiritual mist in the pool seemed to freeze for a second.

When he spoke again, his tone was heavy and sincere.

"Yesterday, we worked together to tear apart the ancient road barrier to rescue you, which has already alarmed its core will. If we forcefully break in now, it is very likely to detonate the entire fragile embryo, and the consequences will be unpredictable."

"The guiding restrictions on Zhan Feng, Zhan Yun, and the others were completely shielded by the laws of that embryo, making it impossible to pinpoint their location."

He stared intently at Jiang Shu, his gaze carrying a barely perceptible hint of pleading.

"Only you will enter it again, firstly because you are familiar with the path and know the core and the root of its mutation."

"Secondly, you possess the Heart of Space. Although it is now shattered, its Daoist essence remains, making you the most likely to sense a shared aura."

He opened his palm, and a small seal, no more than an inch in size and carved entirely from some kind of bluish-gray mineral, floated silently in the air.

The small seal has an ancient and simple shape, with cloud patterns faintly outlined on the seal knob. The whole seal exudes a strange spatial fluctuation. The aura is not particularly powerful, but it is exceptionally condensed and profound.

"This is the Void Yuan Seal, a rare artifact I acquired in my early years, which resonates strongly with the Dao of Space."

Zhan Jiuxiao pushed the small seal toward Jiang Shu.

"If you find Zhan Feng and the others, no matter where they are, as long as the situation allows, immediately use all your spatial laws to pour them into this seal."

"It has no offensive or defensive capabilities; its only function is to briefly and clearly transmit the spatial coordinates of its location."

"At that time, I will take action to locate the position and forcibly guide them."

Jiang Shu did not hesitate at all and reached out to take the cold Void Seal.

This small seal feels slightly heavy in the hand, and a warm, spacious feeling spreads from the palm.

"I see!"

His answer was firm and resolute.

Jiang Shu knew that the reason why the War Alliance had invested so much effort in treating him was that they wanted to use him to find the prodigies who had been trapped in the ancient road.

If all these prodigies really do perish.

That would be a huge blow to the War Alliance as well.

The entire alliance will fall into a period of transition with a lack of capable leaders.

Of course, most importantly, compared to the Venerable One and others, he had gone deep into the ancient path and had a better understanding of it.

Just then, the space beside the jade platform rippled gently like water.

A blurry figure stepped out from within.

The figure was not tall, and even somewhat blurry, as if it were formed from the purest fragments of space that had accumulated over countless years.

He stood there, and the surrounding mist naturally distorted and retreated, and the light seemed to undergo some kind of subtle folding.

There is no outward display of oppressive power, yet it gives one a sense of silence as if facing an ancient abyss.

Jiang Shu's pupils contracted slightly. With just a casual glance, the insights he had gained about the laws of space surged uncontrollably within his mind, like a drop of water falling into a boundless sea of ​​void, unable to stir even the slightest ripple, leaving only his own insignificance and absolute submission. (End of Chapter)