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

That's too late!

The annihilation storm brought by the broken spear arrived first, and the space around Jiang Shu froze and cracked inch by inch like an ice layer.

Jiang Shu hadn't expected that the power of this ancient demonic image had reached a whole new level.

At this moment, even he himself was ready to abandon everything and travel between the two worlds.

And right now.

The sky is shattered.

Like a scroll being suddenly torn open by an invisible giant hand, revealing an inky sky, billowing foul air, and solidified space...

All the existence constituted by laws was violently torn apart by an overwhelming and unreasonable force, completely ripped open to both sides.

Five illusory figures, yet like fulcrums of the universe, appeared and disappeared at the edge of the rift in the sky; they were the five Supreme Elders of the War Alliance who maintained the passage.

A golden figure, so real it made the entire filthy world tremble, stepped out from it.

Battle the Nine Heavens!
He was only wearing a dark gold casual outfit, yet he seemed to be carrying the weight of the entire cosmos on his shoulders.

His gaze did not fall on anyone, not even on the towering, earth-shattering image of the ancient demon.

Like a traveler passing through his own courtyard, he casually raised his right hand, extended an index finger, and pressed it down on the image of the ancient demon that was thrusting the broken spear at Jiang Shu and the Void Yuan Seal.

There was no light, no howling, and no surge of energy.

Time and space froze completely where his fingertips pressed down.

The broken spear, radiating a destructive aura, instantly turned to dust, which then silently spread along the arm, the shoulder armor covered with dark red runes, and the hideous head.

Like an invisible eraser wiping away the dust from a painting.

The image of the ancient demon froze in mid-air, the crimson light in its eyes extinguished, and its enormous body, starting from the point where its fingertips touched, turned into the finest dust inch by inch, dissipating into the air that had suddenly become incredibly clear yet incredibly still, without even stirring up a wisp of wind.

Crush?

No, it's more like the indifference of brushing away a speck of dust.

The image of an ancient demon at the Venerable level is as fragile as a bubble in front of a peak Venerable who has truly touched the laws of time.

Zhan Jiuxiao then slowly turned his gaze, sweeping it across the area below.

His gaze fell upon the bone rust curse that had reappeared on Jiang Shu's body, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

But he moved faster, raising his left hand in a feint.

"Return."

As the calm, unwavering words were uttered, an irresistible yet extremely gentle spatial force instantly enveloped the collapsed Jiang Shu, as well as the severely injured and unconscious Zhan Feng and the others.

This force isolated them from all the filth in this secret realm, smoothed out the spatial turbulence, and carried them steadily upwards, flying towards the pure spatial rift maintained by the saint's great power.

Just as he was about to leave behind the pollution and disappear into the light, an extremely distant yet incredibly clear gaze locked onto Jiang Shu!

Although Jiang Shu was seriously injured, his essence was not damaged, and his divine sense remained sharp.

As it felt that burning gaze, it suddenly turned its head, its sharp eyes piercing through the closing, filthy space, fixing its gaze on the depths of that desolate canyon.

The space was layered upon layered, and the distance was immeasurable, but deep in his soul he clearly saw the ordinary man he had encountered at the end of the deep valley, the one holding a broken sword.

It—no, it should be him.

His tattered armor had vanished, replaced by a faded cloth shirt. He stood beside a spatial node surging with chaotic energy, with the blurry shadow of an eerie, dark green altar beside him.

This time, the swordsman's face no longer showed indifference.

A very faint smile curved the corners of his lips upwards.

A pure, crystal-clear halo, seemingly formed from the condensation of countless tiny starlight, silently separated from his fingertip, transforming into a stream of light that disregarded spatial distance, and lightly and precisely entered Jiang Shu's brow!
It's like sweet spring water seeping into scorched earth.

A gentle, expansive current of warmth, brimming with boundless vitality, instantly flowed through Jiang Shu's limbs and bones, sinking into the deepest part of his Dao foundation.

His Dao foundation, riddled with holes due to the backlash of the Dao Fire, began to heal at a visible speed when this warm current swept over it.

The soul, tainted by the curse of bone rust, seemed to be cleansed by the soft light of dawn, and the bone-chilling cold resentment was silently dispelled.

The immense emptiness and weakness left after the extinguishing of the Daoist fire was quietly filled by a gentle yet resilient vitality.

This vitality was not like a powerful filling brought by healing spells, but rather like a seed quietly sinking into the depths of his spiritual platform, taking root in the Dao soil of his origin, and spontaneously absorbing the essence of heaven and earth to transform into the purest life essence.

The halo entered the body, and the image vanished in an instant.

Jiang Shu didn't even have time to think of a single word before his body was completely pulled into the pure passage by the power of space. The last thing he perceived was the figure of the swordsman at the end of the canyon with a faint smile, which gradually faded away amidst the distortion of spatial ripples.

The massive spatial rift slowly closed amidst a piercing shriek. The last trace of filth from the ancient War Soul Path world was purified by the gentle halo of the Profound Origin Creation Pool, and the lingering sense of tearing in the air gradually subsided.

Only the lingering ripples in the space testify to the terrifying destruction that had just occurred.

The last remnant of the small world was completely evaporated in the pure white light of the five saintly incarnations working together, along with the hideous spatial gate, turning into fleeting dust in the void, as if it had never existed.

However, the silent shriek, permeating the depths of the soul and originating from the world embryo's dying breath, filled with endless resentment and hatred, was like the coldest ice spike, lingering in the survivors' perceptions for a long time.

A secret realm that was about to develop sentience and become a true world was so easily destroyed by a few powerful beings at the peak of the Venerable realm. Tens of thousands of powerful images within it vanished in an instant, unable to even utter a scream, turning into wisps of foul energy that were suppressed by the righteous aura emanating from the powerful beings.

Inside the main hall of the War Alliance's forbidden area, you could hear a pin drop.

Soft light filtered through the ancient array runes, yet it could not dispel the oppressive heaviness.

Several logistics elders were carefully placing the seriously injured and unconscious Zhan Feng, Zhan Yun, and others onto the prepared healing jade platform.

The gentle, warm energy flowed, nourishing their battered bodies.

On Zhan Feng's newly formed left arm, a specially made elixir is giving rise to new power.

At Zhan Feng's level, he already possesses the ability to regenerate from a drop of blood. Ordinary injuries would have healed long ago.

However, the Venerable One's attack left behind a tremendous amount of residual power of law, which would require a great medicine to recover from.

Even with the growth of a left arm, it couldn't withstand the power of Zhan Feng himself; it was just an empty arm.

Although the terrible corrosive wound on Zhan Yun's chest had stopped festering and was covered by the cold starlight, each of her weak breaths was accompanied by a burning pain in her ribs, and her tightly pursed lips revealed her exhaustion.

Yu Sha sat cross-legged on the misty, icy jade, his eyes closed as he regulated his breathing. His once vibrant, moon-like face had lost all color, and wisps of icy energy swirled around him, fighting against the lingering poison that had invaded his internal organs. Lan Xi and the other rescued disciples, though receiving proper treatment and their vital signs stabilizing, still clearly showed the shock of surviving the ordeal and the exhaustion of their strength.

Jiang Shu was the only one who was not sent elsewhere.

Jiang Shu had changed into clean clothes and stood alone by the pool. The misty life force of the Xuan Yuan Creation Pool surrounded him, but it could not completely smooth away the somber look in his eyes.

The rusty curse patterns on his body, which had writhed like living creatures, had faded considerably under the influence of the last thing the man with the broken sword had left him. They no longer emitted a nauseating, foul luster, leaving only faint dark patterns beneath his skin.

However, the extreme cold and darkness imprinted deep within his soul, like a poisonous thorn rooted in his true spirit, stubbornly clung to him, silently reminding him of the terrifying origin of that filthy world.

Zhan Jiuxiao's tall figure slowly landed in front of Jiang Shu, standing like a pillar of strength amidst the ruins after the storm.

The dark gold robes were stained with a few wisps of gray aura left by the subtle spatial rifts, carrying the residual power of forcibly tearing apart the membrane of a small world.

His eyes, which once held the power of shattered stars, now held a depth of indescribable solemnity and inquiry, devoid of the sharp edge of a warrior's blade.

He didn't speak, but his gaze swept over Jiang Shu's entire body as if it were a physical object, especially the faint yet resilient and pure, mysterious rhythm deep within his mind, radiating with vigorous vitality.

After a long silence, Zhan Jiuxiao finally spoke, his voice deep and carrying a sense of vicissitude that seemed to have pierced through the dust of time.

"What is within you is the law of creation."

"It possesses the power to create all things and nurture heaven and earth. It is said to have an orderly cycle of growth and decay, and a cycle of life and death. It is a supreme law that is no weaker than the law of your internal strength and the law of the primordial beginning."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shu was visibly shaken.

In an instant, the image of the Seed of Creation, buried deep within that filthy core yet stubbornly throbbing, flashed through my mind.

The image flashed before my eyes: the man with the broken sword stood on the verge of the world's collapse, calmly smiling as he flicked out a dazzling halo of light from his fingertips, like a galaxy of stars.

The vast aura I felt under the resonance of the Heart of Space was that originated from the ancient times, had endured vicissitudes, and contained the origin of creation.

All sorts of thoughts intertwined and converged, ultimately forming a heavy sense of sorrow and expectation that transcends eternity.

The Supreme Elders' avatars were like pine trees in the mist, silent and still. Their gazes pierced through all obstacles and landed on the seed of law that had quietly merged into Jiang Shu's core essence.

"Ancient Path of War Souls..."

Zhan Jiuxiao's voice was even lower, with a hint of almost imperceptible hoarseness.
"It's not actually a simple afterimage or remnant."

"That is a sacred land where the spirits and wills left behind by our ancient ancestors who fought against heaven and earth to protect all living beings merged with the fragments of the laws of heaven and earth. It should contain endless fighting spirit and the glory of creating the world, and be revered by later generations."

He paused slightly, seemingly reluctant to speak of that blasphemous ending.

"That sinister altar is a malignant tumor formed by post-natal beings coveting the power of the ancient path, using foreign and filthy power to try to usurp its power and distort and erode the roots of the ancient path."

"Someone wanted to distort and defile the power of creation that represents the vitality of all things in the core of the ancient road, and turn it into their own use, so they forcibly created a filthy dead land filled with endless hatred."

"The man with the broken sword..."

"The era is too ancient to be traced, but it should be an ancient hero with profound cultivation and immortal will. He revived after a brief period of confusion with his remaining obsession, and forcibly carved out a pure domain in endless filth to protect the last source of creation of the ancient path."

"When the world was about to be completely annihilated and his own mark was about to be forever silenced, he chose to ignite this spark of creation that carries the indomitable spirit and hope of the human race and give it to you."

Inside the main hall, even the aura of the saint's incarnation fluctuated for a moment.

Protect the pure source of energy at the core of the ancient path until the eve of the world's destruction.

The tenacity of that obsession and the loftiness of that state of mind during his lifetime far exceeded imagination.

"That is the last remaining pure light in the ancient source of creation, which has been refined and nurtured by countless battle spirits and essences and has been tainted and distorted."

Zhan Jiuxiao's gaze was as deep and unfathomable as he stared at Jiang Shu.

"This is the imprint of faith from the heroic souls of humanity, a gift passed down through time!"

"It is a blessing and a responsibility for you to possess such laws."

Jiang Shu clearly felt the slight tremor of the law seed deep within his spiritual platform.

It was as if a gaze from ancient times had pierced through time and landed on his shoulder.

Within the laws that were only just beginning to be comprehended, it seemed as if a power as deep and solid as a vast galaxy was slowly awakening and surging endlessly.

Jiang Shu raised his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over the unfathomable aura of the saintly incarnation, finally landing on the War Alliance Vice Leader who was close at hand, his face as resolute as a mountain.

By this time, Jiang Shu knew that he had indeed received a great stroke of luck.

After all, such laws are extremely precious within the War Alliance.

If he hadn't joined the War Alliance early on, even if this opportunity had come his way, the elders in the War Alliance wouldn't have agreed to it.

The seeds of the laws of creation swirl gently in the mind, carrying the rhythm of life.

Jiang Shu thought for a moment, then stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowed deeply, and made a meticulous gesture as he bowed towards the void of the War Alliance.

Resources can be exchanged.

But the transmission of this principle opened up a completely new path for him.

This is the grace of being taught.

You must thank me.

The space in front of Jiang Shu seemed to freeze, with only the soft sound of the pool water gently churning.

Zhan Jiuxiao gazed at the light in the young man's eyes, a light that had settled yet become even more resilient. He slowly nodded, and beyond the heaviness shrouded in the destruction of the ancient road on his resolute face, something sharp seemed to be quietly breaking through the soil.

The ever-flowing, ethereal energy within the pool gently enveloped the nascent, inextinguishable flame deep within Jiang Shu's Dao Foundation.

Silence flowed through the hall for several breaths. The misty vapor of the Xuan Yuan Creation Pool seemed to thicken even more. The soft halo cast a faint shadow on Jiang Shu's lowered eyelids, but it could not conceal the complex light that had settled in his eyes.

Although he had a great opportunity.

But the layers of confusion that had lingered in my mind for over a month did not dissipate as a result.

In front of him, Zhan Jiuxiao stood with his hands behind his back, his dark golden figure casting a long silhouette on the edge of the pool.

His insightful eyes did not miss the fleeting confusion and inquiry in Jiang Shu's eyes, and he immediately spoke:

"Still have questions in your mind?" (End of Chapter)