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

"As expected of the Venerable One, you are truly extraordinary. Even without using anything, the surrounding air seemed to materialize. If I hadn't used the Law of Power, I wouldn't even have been able to get close to you!"

"Your understanding of the laws of space doesn't seem like that of someone who has just entered the Venerable Realm."

"No wonder those old guys in the War Alliance kept telling me to accumulate more experience, saying that the higher you get to the Venerable Realm, the more you realize how important the accumulation of previous realms is. If you don't have a solid foundation, it will be extremely difficult to become a Saint later on. Even if you can make up for it, you will need more rare and precious materials."

Zhan Feng released Jiang Shu, looked him up and down, grinned, and his eyes were full of amazement and heartfelt joy for his brother.

Zhan Yun stood to the side, his figure still upright beneath his cyan armor. When his cold eyes fell on Jiang Shu, they softened slightly. A tiny curve appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said softly, "His aura is as steady as a mountain. No wonder it is said that the Law of Space is extremely important among the many laws and is an important standard for advancing to the Venerable level."

"It turns out that when you comprehend and control the laws of space, the other laws also undergo completely new changes. Originally, they only evolved in the universe, but now they can operate in the inner world of the body, which is equivalent to the laws existing in the body."

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, you have achieved the Venerable Realm and your future is limitless."

Compared to Zhan Feng, Zhan Yun's observations were more meticulous.

She came from the Battle Alliance, and although she was only at the tenth realm, she was no stranger to the Venerables.

It became even clearer that even if Jiang Shu did nothing, just standing there was enough to demonstrate the Venerable's power.

Her praise is often simple and direct, yet carries great weight.

Jiang Shu reached out and tapped Zhan Feng's newly healed arm, saying with a smile, "Your arm has recovered quite well."

"His aura is also much stronger; he's probably not far from reaching the Venerable Realm."

Although reaching the ninth realm allows one to be reborn from a drop of blood, the reborn body is ultimately inferior to the original one.

It's unknown how long it will take to recover.

For Zhanfeng, this recovery will only be more difficult.

Because he not only wants to restore an arm, but also to repair the broken foundation.

But now it seems that Zhanfeng's foundation has not been lost, but rather has been further enhanced.

The accumulation of power by this brother and sister is terrifying. Coupled with the resources of the War Alliance, they could achieve the position of Venerable in a very short time if they wanted to.

"I originally planned to accumulate more experience, but I didn't expect you to progress so quickly. I also need to catch up."

"Come on, I brought a jar of fine wine. Let's drink until we drop!"

Zhan Feng put his arm around Jiang Shu's shoulder and winked at Zhan Yun. When the three of them reappeared, they were in a space.

On an ancient stone table sits a dark bronze jar engraved with star maps. Three wine cups of the same material, with a deep hue, exude a rich aroma that seems to have been formed from the sediment of countless stars over millennia.

This is a rare and precious product specially supplied to the War Alliance, the Myriad Stars Brew.

This seemingly small wine jar is actually quite remarkable; it's a treasure capable of sealing space, enough to hold an entire vast ocean.

Without much small talk, Zhan Feng broke the seal, and the rich, mellow aroma of the wine instantly filled the air.

He personally poured three glasses of dark golden liquid, with what appeared to be fine stardust flowing within them.

"The first cup!"

Zhan Feng raised his cup, his voice booming like a bell.

"Congratulations to my brother Jiang Shu on breaking through to the next realm!"

"The Venerable One has taken the first step on his path."

He tilted his head back, poured the entire glass of wine down his throat, and let out a satisfied exhale.

Jiang Shu and Zhan Yun exchanged a smile and then raised their glasses to drink.

As the wine entered his throat, it was as if a galaxy rolled through his limbs and bones, bringing a gentle yet powerful warmth that nourished the Venerable One's body.

"This second one!"

The war wind was poured again:

"We are honored to have received such a great opportunity in that saint's tomb, which has given us more chances to reach the realm of saints."

"Venerable One, for us, this is only the beginning. Our goal is to become a saint!"

"Third cup!"

A deep glint flashed in Zhan Feng's eyes.
"Honor to the War Alliance! The War Alliance has survived this crisis, but fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Perhaps in the great calamity to come, we will be able to advance even further."

After three glasses of strong liquor, the atmosphere became completely lively.

Zhan Feng recounted the perilous escape of Jiang Shu after he fell into a coma, the crisis of the Star Shuttle being intercepted by the Mechanical Race, and the importance the Supreme Elder attached to him upon his return to the War Alliance.

Jiang Shu shared his insights on stabilizing his realm, as well as his deeper understanding of the laws of space.

Zhan Yun didn't say much, just watched with a smile. Occasionally she would speak, but her few words were always able to pinpoint the crux of their conversation, revealing her extremely high level of understanding of the laws.

As the conversation progressed, the topic inevitably shifted to the sage's plans and the bizarre collapse of the world.

"It all felt too easy."

Zhan Feng took a big gulp of wine, wiped his mouth, and frowned, a rare occurrence for him.

"That sage seems to have directly fed us his inheritance. Although this opportunity is too great, the more extraordinary it is, the more careful we must be."

"The more I thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. It was as if he had arranged it all on purpose, just waiting for us to come and collect it."

Zhan Yun gently stroked the cold rim of the cup with his fingers and said softly, "We can never fathom the actions of a sage."

"Perhaps it's a helpless move due to a lack of strength, or it may be an arrangement with a deeper meaning. The only thing that is certain is that Brother Dao has now become the center of the storm and is destined to be the focus of everyone's attention."

Her gaze fell on Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu gently placed the wine glass on the table, nodded, and said, "I understand what you mean."

“Saplings of the World Tree are extremely rare, and that black stone is even more powerful.”

"But so what?"

"I can bear the consequences of these actions."

Before he could advance to the Venerable Realm, Jiang Shu still had to worry about Venerables in the Star Ruins Realm attacking him.

Although he can travel between the two worlds.

However, to travel through it, one needs reaction time.

I'm afraid he'll be killed by the Venerable One before he can even react.

But now, even if the most powerful Venerable makes a move, he can buy himself a few breaths of time.

It was enough for him to travel between the two realms and return to the safe and vast wilderness.

As for being a sage, the realm of a sage is a completely new realm.

On the one hand, in the Star Ruins Realm, the saints of each major power need to be stationed in their respective forces. Even when they make a move, it is only as an avatar, not in full strength, so they may be able to react in time.

On the other hand, no matter how great the opportunity he obtains, it is only an opportunity to become a saint. What saint would take action for the sake of becoming a saint?

No matter how great the opportunity, it would not be noticed by the sage.

As countless thoughts raced through his mind, Jiang Shu couldn't help but recall the cold and complex gaze of the saint's afterimage when he was collecting seedlings and black stones in the saint's tomb.

But this matter was too important, and even the Supreme Elder was reluctant to discuss it, so he decided to keep it buried in his heart for the time being.

The brief celebration did not last long.

As the jar of Wanxing wine was emptied, the atmosphere shifted from enthusiastic to calm and serene.

"I will remember your kindness today," Jiang Shu said solemnly as he stood up.

"But I have just broken through to the next realm. Although my foundation is solid, I still need time to study and comprehend it deeply."

"The turmoil at the Sage's Tomb has not yet subsided, and the Zerg and the Machine Race are eyeing us covetously. We must maintain peak performance at all times."

"Therefore, I need to go into seclusion again to try to refine that black stone more deeply, comprehend the mysteries of the World Tree, and strive to make further progress in my spatial mastery."

He paused, looked at Zhan Feng and Zhan Yun, his eyes open and honest.

"Furthermore, very few people know about my breakthrough to the Venerable level."

"The fewer people who know my exact current condition, the more advantageous it is for us and for the War Alliance."

He did not intentionally conceal it from his fellow disciples, but rather knew that he had become a key target for certain entities. The more ambiguous his true intentions were, the more effective he would be in battle.

A glint flashed in Zhan Feng's eyes, and he nodded emphatically, a wicked smile on his face.

"Playing dumb to catch the tiger, I understand what you mean, to outwit those lumps of iron and big bugs!"

"No problem, I'll just say you were too badly injured and went into seclusion deep within the Eternal Tower to heal. I won't let you know a thing!"

Zhan Yun nodded and smiled, "That's only right. My brother and I will keep our mouths shut."

"You can go into seclusion in peace. We will handle the many affairs outside."

"Thank you!"

Jiang Shu clasped his hands in a fist salute. This trust and sense of responsibility speak louder than a thousand words.

After seeing Zhan Feng and Zhan Yun off, Jiang Shu returned to the Eternal Tower. He first glanced at the portal leading to the ninth floor of the Eternal Tower, then casually tore the space apart with a wave of his hand, took a step out, and disappeared.

Inside the Eternal Tower, Jiang Shu breathed heavily, until he had once again comprehended the "Panwu Great Strength Dao Canon" and the "Great Void Heart Sutra".

His eyes gradually opened.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a familiar world.

After achieving the Venerable One status, Jiang Shu originally felt that he might be able to comprehend some of the secrets of his interdimensional travel. However, during this brief period of travel, apart from the flow of space, he felt nothing else.

There was no earth-shattering roar; the space was like the surface of water where a pebble had been thrown in, with a barely perceptible ripple spreading outwards.

The next instant, a figure seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, "spit out" from the center of the ripples, and landed steadily on the valley floor filled with sharp, jagged rocks.

It was Jiang Shu.

The moment their feet touched the ground, a familiar feeling, different from the pure spiritual energy inside the Eternal Tower and also quite different from the decaying and violent aura of the Saint's Tomb, rushed over them.

That was unique to the vast and boundless realm, carrying a profound and profound Daoist flavor.

However, his body remained completely sealed off, and even his own vital energy was suppressed.

He didn't move immediately; his whole body was like a rock frozen in an instant, with only his sharp, razor-sharp eyes rapidly scanning the surrounding situation.

The wind howled, stirring up the sand and dust at the bottom of the valley.

The cliff face, like menacing fangs, cast shadows of varying depths in the dim light.

Time seems to stand still here, yet it also carries an indescribable sense of length.

It's been almost a year...

Jiang Shu's nerves were like a bowstring stretched to its limit.

The reason he used the interdimensional travel to return to the Star Ruins Realm last time was to come to this Demon Realm to destroy the core of the Myriad Spirits Forging Venerable Array. He was then discovered by the Burning Heaven Ancestor, who was at the Demon Venerable Realm, and chased him for three days and three nights, almost annihilating his soul with a single palm strike.

In the end, he was only able to escape by using the Fire Spirit Vein to conceal his aura and a wisp of Xuanhuang Mother Qi.

Even now, the blazing giant hand of the Burning Heaven Ancestor, carrying the power to burn the heavens and boil the seas, and his crimson pupils full of mockery and cruelty, are still etched in his memory.

His gaze was fixed on the direction of the valley entrance, the spot where the Burning Heaven Ancestor had once stood suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, there was no longer any overwhelming demonic aura.

My gaze followed the path in my memory, searching the surrounding cliffs and rock crevices...

There were no hidden demonic figures, and no trace of any restrictions being placed.

Dead silence.

The only sound was the hissing of the wind passing through the cracks.

The tense body finally relaxed a little.

The taut string seemed to be gently plucked by an invisible hand, releasing most of its tension.

Jiang Shu let out a long, silent breath of stale air that had been building up in his chest.

Counting the time, it has been almost a year since I left.

With the battle at the front lines in full swing, and given that the Burning Heaven Ancestor is a powerful figure at the Demon Venerable level, it's impossible for him to have spent a year searching here.

"They must have already left, right?"

Jiang Shu pondered this.

However, he did not relax. Instead, he suppressed his blood and Daoist energy and searched the surroundings. However, he still found nothing but ruins and glass-like solids burned by the Phoenix True Fire of the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

It's safe for now.

Jiang Shu didn't linger or express his feelings for long.

He is currently in an area controlled by the demon race, and every moment he stays there increases the chance of things going wrong.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the cold air of the vast and desolate domain, and silently spread out the immense divine consciousness of the newly promoted Venerable in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The terrain and landforms of the surrounding tens of thousands of miles unfolded slowly before his eyes like a three-dimensional scroll.

The direction of the mountain range, the flow of primordial energy, and even the activity patterns of some low-level demonic beasts are all clearly visible.

He quickly pinpointed that direction.

That is where the Daoist energy flows, and where the blood and qi of many human cultivators intertwine and converge.

That's the front line of the human race!

Having determined the direction, Jiang Shu no longer hesitated.

Instead of taking to the air, he chose the most primitive and safest method: he stomped his feet hard on the ground, causing the hard rocks to sink and crack slightly under his force. He shot off like an arrow, becoming a blurry shadow that was difficult to see with the naked eye, skimming along the uneven ground and the shadows of the jagged rocks, rushing towards the human camp.

Its speed was so great that the strong wind it generated crashed against the fragile space on both sides, yet its figure completely merged into the vast wilderness outside the valley in just a few turns.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the central command tent of the Zhenwu Sect became even more solemn than before.

An uneasy sense of unease hung in the air, as if a single spark could ignite it.

The Supreme Master of the True Martial Sect, an old man dressed in a simple Taoist robe, had his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape.

He pointed heavily at three areas on the map spread out on the table with his fingertips.

It's still the same three places: the Chaotic Swamp, the Thousand Streams Ravine, and the Desolate Sand Sea.

"How long has Lu Chong been gone?"

The Sect Leader's voice was deep and suppressed, carrying the weight of an impending storm.

The Purple Extreme Dao Venerable at the lower seat also had a grim expression and replied in a deep voice:
"It's been five days." (End of Chapter)