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

Although Jiang Shu's combat strength was already ahead of Zhan Feng and Zhan Yun at this time.

However, he had only been in the Star Ruins Realm for a very short time.

They know far too little about the various forces and geniuses in the Star Ruins Realm.

He followed Zhan Feng's gaze and saw a mechanical humanoid, noticeably smaller and darker in color than the other mechanical bodies, gliding silently toward him.

Its structure was exceptionally simple, without any superfluous decorations. Its head was a smooth curved surface, also without facial features, only two tiny points of scarlet light, coldly locking onto the three of them.

These "eyes" instinctively evoke a chilling, inhuman indifference, as if one were being stared at by a cold, metallic venomous snake.

"'Entropy' was ordered to conduct a rapid physical scan before entering the tomb to assess the risks."

A synthesized electronic voice, equally cold as the mechanical messenger but seemingly younger, or rather, more hollow and unnatural, rang out.

The dark blue mechanical arm rose, and a very faint, almost imperceptible dark red light swept across the three people's bodies for less than a tenth of a second.

The scan was complete. The dark blue mechanical entity "Entropy" said nothing more, silently turned around, and disappeared around the corner of the metal passage in that unsettling gliding motion.

"How rude! I'll give him a good beating."

Zhan Feng couldn't help but rub his arms, as if trying to rub off a layer of non-existent goosebumps.

In the universe, all is silent.

The itinerary is confirmed.

Everyone secluded themselves in their rooms to cultivate and adjust their condition to its optimal state.

After an unknown amount of time, the star shuttle hovered at the edge of an absolutely desolate star field.

This is the deepest part of the Abyss Star Vortex.

But what I saw before me was not the raging vortex I had imagined; instead, it presented an eerie calm.

Space was extremely distorted, and light was broken and refracted within it, revealing layers upon layers of dark shadows, like huge folds.

There were no nebulae, no dust, and even the glow of distant background stars was completely swallowed up, leaving only a stagnant, pitch-black curtain.

However, at the very center of this tranquil curtain, a distorted spot of light stubbornly persists, constantly changing shape and emitting a faint but undeniable fluctuation.

The entrance to the Sage's Tomb lies deep within those spots of light.

Jiang Shu stood quietly in front of the circular observation window, her gaze fixed on the distorted area, her brows slightly furrowed.

It was too quiet. So quiet it was unsettling.

He subconsciously touched his chest, where deep within his flesh and bones, once corroded by the deathly aura of the ancient demon's shadow, a barely perceptible, chilling tremor seemed to be responding to something.

Deep within this seemingly peaceful and terrifying starry sky lies a horror far beyond imagination.

This is not only the remnant of the saint's power, but may also contain other things that have grown up over the long years.

Outside the Star Shuttle, landing craft of various shapes clung to its massive body like steel ticks.

Time passed silently in this suffocating environment.

A few days later, the in-cabin communication system rang.

"All exploration team members, assemble on the third deck."

It was Elder Lei's voice.

The landing craft's interior space is small and feels quite cramped.

Elder Lei, Elder Scarface, and another elderly man with equally imposing aura and white hair and beard appeared together.

Elder Lei's gaze swept over everyone in the cabin with lightning speed, including Jiang Shu's trio, the geniuses from the War Alliance's affiliated forces, and the elites selected by other forces.

"We will arrive at the target point shortly."

Elder Lei's words were concise and to the point.

"After entering, the three Venerable Elders, Lieyang, Hanyue, and Duanyue, will be in charge of leading the team directly."

He pointed to three people with imposing auras, dressed in the armor of War Alliance elders.

"Stay close to your respective squads."

He glanced again at the scarred elder and the white-bearded old man, and continued.

"Elder Tie, Elder Yun, and I will work together to stabilize the rift here. Remember these three points for your journey!"

"First, time is limited. The space inside the tomb is still slowly collapsing, and the estimated time for the cracks to stabilize is only half a month."

"Second, act within your capabilities. The dangers inside far exceed expectations. Even with the best opportunities, you still need to be alive to seize them."

"Third, in the event of a drastic change in the rules or a spatial storm, immediately retreat according to the retreat command; delay will result in certain death!"

"Disciples of the War Alliance should be of one mind and support each other!"

The last sentence was meant for the members of the War Alliance. His gaze lingered on the faces of Zhan Feng, Zhan Yun, and Jiang Shu for a moment, exuding an undeniable air of authority.

"As ordered!"

The human warriors bowed and accepted the order, then boarded small landing craft, launched from the star shuttle, and, like a school of fish in the deep sea, swiftly sailed towards that distorted darkness.

However, as they approached the central spot of light, the unsettling sense of distortion intensified instantly, pressing down heavily on everyone and the landing craft they were on.

This caused some cracks in the hull of the landing craft.

Zhan Feng and the others looked rather solemn, each gripping their weapons tightly.

Fortunately, the landing craft they were on were the pride of the mechanical race. Whether it was the materials, the technological content, or the inscribed arrays, they were all top-notch in the entire universe. As the arrays inside operated, the discomfort quickly disappeared.

Three landing craft hovered in front of a massive spatial fold.

The hatch opened, and the group, led by their respective captains, struggled to drift toward the distorted patch of light amidst weightlessness and violent turbulence.

Jiang Shu's internal spatial power quietly circulated, helping him stabilize his body, and his gaze was fixed on the center of the light spot.

A chilling stillness enveloped the core of the Abyss Star Vortex, and the distorted spatial folds resembled solidified giant waves, layering and pressing together.

The spot of light at the center is the flaw that has appeared in this saint's tomb due to the erosion of the long years, and it is also the weakest point.

The light spots shifted and changed, like a huge piece of glass covered with cracks, still stubbornly burning, emitting energy fluctuations that even made the Venerable One's heart tremble.

The three landing craft struggled to maintain their stability amidst the invisible turbulence of space, like fragile duckweed floating on an undercurrent.

As time passed, the distortion from the outside world intensified, causing the metal bulkheads to groan under the strain. The defensive runes etched upon them flickered, struggling against the omnipresent pressure from the outside.

"The channel has begun to stabilize."

Elder Lei's voice, deep and powerful, pierced through the suffocating energy turbulence inside the landing craft, penetrating the communication array and carrying an unquestionable determination.

The first to make a move was the elder of the War Alliance with the scar on his forehead.

His large, bronze-colored hand clenched forward, without any dazzling light, but a force field as heavy as an ancient mountain suddenly descended. The spatial folds in front of him were visibly flattened in a small patch, like a giant fist smashing into a viscous quagmire, briefly creating a relatively stable area.

This elder did not seem to be proficient in the laws of space, but instead used the law of pure and unparalleled force to forcibly carve out a foothold in this chaotic space.

"Such immense strength!"

Jiang Shu was secretly astonished upon seeing this.

Zhan Feng nodded in admiration and said, "There aren't many people in the alliance who specialize in the laws of energy. Elder Lei's understanding of energy is second only to that of a saint. If you have the chance, you should definitely go and ask him for guidance."

Jiang Shu agreed.

The Law of Power is too high a level. Although many powerful cultivators practice the Law of Power, very few can regard it as their fundamental law.

"Humph!"

Almost simultaneously, an old man with a white beard from a dominant force snorted and flicked his finger.

Several thin, hair-like silver rays shot out from his fingertips, precisely penetrating the edge of the solidified force field area.

These silver rays have no physical form; rather, they are manifestations of the spatial cutting laws condensed to their ultimate form.

Like the most skillful carving knives, they silently smooth and flatten those stubborn spatial folds along the edge of the force field, like rotten wood.

This is the Great Dao of Severance, which is also the path that Jiang Shu cultivated.

By observing the actions of a powerful being, one can gain insight into one's own path of cultivation.

The mechanical envoy's dark blue body also moved.

Its movement was completely unexpected, appearing as if it had glided into the vicinity of the nascent passageway.

It did not raise its hand to cast a spell, but an extremely complex geometric light array lit up on its chest plate.

The light array rotates silently, and the invisible spatial model construction and stable algorithm are transformed into a substantial force field that spreads out.

Wherever it covered, the turbulent spatial currents seemed to be constrained and resolved by an invisible grid, and then calmed down, thus finely reinforcing and maintaining the passage opened up by Elder Scarface and Elder Cloud.

The cold, impersonal data stream seemed to replace the chaotic laws, making them docile.

On the other side, the powerful figure from the Giant Spirit Clan roared, and a huge warhammer wrapped in bronze-colored baleful energy appeared in his hand.

Instead of working with the War Alliance and the powerful beings of the Machine Race to construct the passage, he slammed his warhammer into a violently churning spatial fold near the passage entrance.

A dark red light of the law of destruction exploded from the hammerhead, causing the folds to collapse and stop briefly, greatly reducing the pressure on the main passage.

His methods were rough and direct, like a bull clearing a path, buying crucial time and space for the intricately woven tunnel.

The Heavenly Crystal General's entire body glowed with dazzling blue and white arcs of electricity, which intertwined in front of him to form a huge diamond-shaped force field shield. This shield stood at the very front, neutralizing all the chaotic and violent spatial fragments surging in from the entrance of the passage, like a heat-insulating barrier in front of a furnace.

The Zerg's compound eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, and its chitinous mouthparts opened and closed, releasing silent energy resonance sound waves.

The sound waves strangely resonated with the faint energy pulsations inherent within those spatial folds.

Like applying strange fingering techniques to an out-of-control string, it causes some overly active, unstable points that could lead to a chain reaction of collapse to release energy prematurely, thus maintaining local balance in a roundabout way.

Although this balance carries the eeriness and ruthlessness unique to the Zerg.

The powerful figures from all races displayed their skills, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their unique abilities.

Different star artifacts shimmer with light representing different laws, and different spells outline mysterious trajectories.

This is a symphony of power, but even more so a contest of precision.

Powerful forces were carefully poured into the distorted area, like carefully threading a needle through a piece of glass art on the verge of shattering.

The shattered fragments of space, like broken glass, were smoothed out by an invisible force.

Pulled by countless forces, the light spot at the entrance struggled to stretch from a distorted ellipse into an unstable portal that could barely accommodate a person, its edges constantly undulating and flickering.

"It's now!"

"go!"

Elder Lei's roar was like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.

The powerful figures maintaining the stable passage were all sweating, especially the Scarface Elder and the White-Bearded Elder who were maintaining the main passage; their auras were slightly fluctuating due to the intense exertion.

The door trembled, as if it could twist and collapse again at any moment.

This is a small world created by a sage, and most likely a sage at the late stage or even the peak of the sage realm. Even though the sage is dead, it is not something an ordinary cultivator can do by forcibly chiseling a hole in the small world.

Simply by opening a passage, they had already held back nearly ten experts at the peak of the Venerable realm.

No wonder the mechanical race was willing to tell others about this great opportunity.

Such a price is difficult to accept even for a supreme power.

Without further prompting, the powerful warriors from various races, who had been poised to unleash their power, shot forth like arrows released from a bow.

The human race's Zhanfeng, Zhanyun, Jiang Shu, and several elders, along with their elite juniors, followed closely behind.

The mechanical race's "entropy" moved silently, so fast that it almost left afterimages.

The young master of the Giant Spirit Clan roared as he stormed through the doorway.

The insectoids, the crystal race, the nomads, and the treasure hunters from various overlords all used their own methods, transforming into streaks of light, merging into space, or leaving faint phantoms, to swarm in.

The moment Jiang Shu stepped through the portal, he felt as if he had plunged into solidified honey, thick and sticky.

A tremendous, invisible pressure pressed in from all directions, carrying a heavy sense of ancient decay yet boundless vastness.

He subconsciously activated the power of space to protect himself, and the runes on the Shattered Gloves instantly lit up. An invisible spatial membrane isolated most of the pressure, but the heavy sense of stagnation in time and space still seeped into his bones and soul through the protective power.

As the light faded, the view suddenly became clear.

The world before him was completely different from the desolate and lifeless tomb he had imagined.

This is a world that appears to be nearly complete.

Looking up, there was not a pitch-black universe or distorted light and shadow, but a sky with the hues of dusk and strange cracks.

The clouds were thick and heavy, like solidified lead, yet they shone with a golden-red glow, as if the sunset had been eternally frozen in the moment before its collapse.

The light was dim and constant, and a sense of twilight before sunset permeated the air.

The land is not flat; the view is filled with countless floating mountains and broken landmasses.

The massive mountain peaks hang upside down in the sky, and the river stops flowing in the void, solidifying into a long chain of glittering gems.

Dense vegetation covered many floating continents, the trees were incredibly tall, their branches and leaves shimmering with a metallic and crystalline luster, their shapes bizarre and twisted, like sculptures kneaded by some force.

Tiny specks of light floated in the air, like miniature stars, emitting faint yet pure energy fluctuations. (End of Chapter)