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

"Who?!"

A thunderous roar exploded in the core of the solidified sea of ​​sand.

The sound waves, carrying the wrathful pressure of the demon lord, crashed down in all directions like an invisible siege hammer.

The air was forcibly compressed and exploded, and the originally drifting yellow sand was instantly pulverized into dust. It was then immediately imprisoned in a small area by the terrifying sound wave, forming a stagnant and eerie sand fog.

The White Tiger Demon Lord's claws did not retract; instead, they expanded in size with a roar.

On the tip of the claw, five darker and more refined black cracks quietly formed, like the fangs of an abyss demon, radiating a terrifying sharpness capable of cleaving through a small world.

Its massive body crouched slightly, seemingly preparing to pounce, but in reality, its hidden intent was like the most sophisticated radar, scanning every inch of the surrounding area.

The vibration of every grain of sand, the flow of every wisp of vital energy, even the slightest ripple in space.

It wants to find the lurking culprit who dared to snatch its prey from the jaws of death.

at this time.

In the void behind and to the side of the White Tiger Demon Lord's massive body, a tiny "dot" appeared out of nowhere.

This point has no light, no fluctuation, like a tiny, almost imperceptible pinhole on a canvas, gently punctured by the tip of a brush.

A figure emerged from this insignificant "point," without any warning energy disturbance.

He was as if he had been sleeping there all along, and only now was an invisible painter adding a stroke to his life.

His movements were fluid and natural, as if he and that space had been one since time immemorial.

The Taoist robe with its simple blue cloud pattern was plain and elegant. His figure was upright but not ostentatious, and his aura was as restrained as a deep well.

Only those eyes remained eerily calm. When their gaze fell upon the White Tiger Demon Lord, the pressure created by the stagnant space seemed to melt away like thin ice under the warm sun.

The raging crimson energy torrent within Lu Chong's body lost its last restraint and surged toward Liu Qingyan, who was closest to him.

Seeing that the out-of-control self-destruction was about to tear the heavily injured talisman cultivator to shreds, Jiang Shu didn't even turn his head to look in the direction of the explosion.

He simply stood there, his right hand naturally outstretched, his five fingers pointing towards the space where the surging crimson torrent was located, making a loose clenching motion.

Silently.

Time seemed to have been paused.

The roaring, surging crimson energy, powerful enough to flatten mountains, was expanding wildly and tearing everything apart just a moment ago, but suddenly solidified three feet in front of Liu Qingyan.

It's like a three-dimensional painting that has been pressed into amber by tremendous force.

Violent energy particles, churning blood and dust...

They were all forcibly frozen in place, maintaining the dynamic of an explosion, yet frozen in death, unable to move an inch.

That space was subjected to a hundred or a thousand times the gravity, forcibly sealing the chaos into a solidified glass sphere, refracting an eerie and dangerous luster.

"Roar!!!"

An unprecedented ominous sign of death pierced the White Tiger Demon Lord's soul like a million steel needles.

The figure that appeared silently brought it not pressure, but a deeper kind of terror.

His half-step demon lord cultivation, which he had always been proud of, was as fragile and laughable as a blank sheet of paper in front of this person.

It is this terrifying being's absolute and supreme control over space.

Its spatial confinement is like child's play to the opponent, easily broken.

Fear completely overwhelmed arrogance.

Countless thoughts surged through its mind.

Is this the Dao Venerable of the Eight Great Sects?
Why have I never seen this before!

But these thoughts only flashed through my mind.

In the midst of a great battle, the worst thing to do is to be distracted.

Even if it is a Dao Venerable, as long as it is not a mid-stage Dao Venerable, with its half-step Demon Venerable realm and the trump cards it has accumulated for more than a thousand years, it has a good chance of escaping!

After all, some newly promoted Dao Venerables have only opened up the space within their bodies.

In terms of spatial control, it's not much better than that.

It is only missing the opening of its inner world to reach the realm of a demon lord!
Without hesitation, it unleashed the five annihilation cracks, condensed to their fullest extent, from its giant claws.

The target was that figure that appeared out of nowhere.

Five jet-black cracks instantly ripped through the deathly silence of the frozen sand sea. Wherever they passed, space shattered and vanished silently like a fragile glass mirror, leaving behind five vacuum passages trailing death's tail, which instantly attacked Jiang Shu.

This was almost the pinnacle of the White Tiger Demon Lord's lifelong understanding of space—fast, accurate, and ruthless.

It has almost reached the attack power of a demon lord!

However, faced with such a blow.

Jiang Shu's eyes remained calm and serene.

Faced with a tearing force comparable to that of an ordinary Dao Venerable, he neither blocked nor dodged.

He simply stared calmly at the approaching crack until, just as the dark claw of death was about to touch his nose, his right fist moved.

fast!
It was so fast that its trajectory could not be captured by sight, and even space did not have time to emit a tearing shriek, as if the moment the fist was raised, it had already reached its final destiny.

The fist struck precisely, without the slightest deviation, without enveloping the massive tiger's body, but rather aimed with extreme accuracy at the point where the five annihilation cracks converged at the very core of the spatial laws.

That core, like the unification of five claws, connects the White Tiger Demon Lord's giant claw's primordial demonic power with his spatial perception—a fatal weakness.

There wasn't even any surging light on the fist's surface; there was only a thin layer of chaotic color flowing like a water film. It was the return to simplicity and the ultimate expression of power after countless laws and Daoist principles were fused and compressed to the extreme.

Everything is imbued with absolute mass and destructive essence in this one punch.

The All-Encompassing Fist!
Click!

A very faint, yet perfectly clear, breaking sound rang out.

The five annihilating cracks shattered inch by inch the instant they touched the chaotic fist, like delicate glass struck by a giant hammer.

The force of the punch was not yet exhausted.

That fist, which embodied the body tempered by a Venerable Realm expert and the strongest laws, traced back along the broken cracks, heading straight for the giant claw that the White Tiger Demon Lord had unleashed.

puff!
There was no earth-shattering roar of the collision, only a muffled sound that sent chills down your spine as flesh and bones were instantly crushed and pulverized by immense force.

Under the almost breathless gaze of Lu Chong and Liu Qingyan, and in the reflection of the White Tiger Demon Lord's vertical pupils, frozen with boundless terror, the enormous tiger claw, covered in hard white fur, with muscles as bulging as mountains and surrounded by primordial demonic energy, crumbled inch by inch like a sandcastle struck by a heavy blow.

First, the claw tips, sharp enough to tear apart Dao artifacts, shattered silently, turning into the finest energy specks and dissipating.

Next came the massive bones, tendons, and blood vessels connecting the claw tips...

It felt like being squeezed hard by an invisible giant hand.

The bones, harder than refined gold, were reduced to dust with a loud crack, and the tough demonic blood and muscles exploded like fireworks.

The immense demon blood mixed with the primordial essence surged and evaporated instantly, forming a blood mist that covered half of the sand dune.

"what!"

A bloodcurdling scream, filled with excruciating pain and utter terror, finally burst forth from the White Tiger Demon Lord's torn throat.

The sound was distorted and deformed, filled with destructive sonic waves that shook the sand dunes for miles around. Demon blood gushed out like a torrent of lava, instantly melting deep pits into the yellow sand below.

This White Tiger Demon Lord, a powerful figure who held sway over the region and regarded Dao Lords as mere weeds, experienced for the first time an irresistible terror originating from the very source of life.

What exactly is that terrifying figure?
Ordinary Dao Venerables definitely don't have such strong combat power!
It should be noted that in the battles between humans and demons, humans were able to win by using various methods.

Formations, talismans, elixirs, and Daoist artifacts.

Even the most outstanding talents must use various magical techniques and supernatural abilities to win in battle.

No one directly confronts the demon race with their physical bodies.

The physical body is the strongest path for their demon race!
Although it is only a half-step demon lord, when it comes to physical strength, even an ordinary Dao lord might not be able to compare with it!

But just now, this simple punch made it panic and become unstoppable!

Amidst the pervasive blood mist, the White Tiger Demon Lord's massive body retreated wildly due to excruciating pain and instinctive fear.

Its only remaining front paw frantically clawed at the ground, creating a huge trench tens of meters long.

The ferocious tiger's head twisted in agony, its dark golden vertical pupils staring intently at Jiang Shu, filled for the first time with only primal fear and disbelief.

It cannot understand, cannot perceive.

The aura of this human before him was undoubtedly that of a Chaos Realm cultivator, but the absolute control over space with every move, and the terrifying power that crushed his strongest claw strike as easily as crushing bubbles, were completely beyond his comprehension.

It was familiar with every Chaos Realm Dao Venerable among the eight major sects, but there wasn't a single one like this young man!

As a half-step demon lord, it was arrogant and self-important.

Although Jiang Shu caused a bloodbath among the demons.

But after all, it's only the Myriad Manifestations Realm. Even if it's the peak of the Myriad Manifestations Realm, it's still just the Myriad Manifestations Realm!

It simply knows people's names; it wouldn't deliberately try to remember their faces.

Its seclusion was for the purpose of advancing from the half-step demon lord realm to the demon lord realm in this great battle.

In its eyes, the myriad realms are nothing but ants.

"Daoist Tai Xuan?!"

Having almost burned away all his life essence, covered in blood, and with his consciousness beginning to dissipate, Lu Chong's extremely tense heartstrings seemed to be suddenly severed the moment Jiang Shu appeared.

The figure before me was both familiar and unfamiliar. Familiar because of the handsome features and the familiar aura of a fellow student I had spent every day with.

What was unfamiliar was that profound and silent aura, like a vast starry sea, and the absolute majesty that could beat the terrifying White Tiger Demon Lord half to death with a mere gesture.

Isn't this White Tiger Demon Lord already a half-step Demon Venerable?

Such combat power is something that even a Dao Lord could not possibly achieve.

Could it be... Jiang Shu... Jiang Shu took that step!
No... how long has it been?

Even with such profound foundation, his progress in the Myriad Manifestations Realm felt slow, and the further he cultivated, the more stagnant he felt.

Advancing to the Chaotic Realm seems like an eternity.

Even in the midst of a great war, with countless opportunities, it might still take over a thousand years to achieve that.

But today, Jiang Shu's aura... is clearly...

"Senior Brother Lu, it's been a long time."

Jiang Shu lowered his head, smiled at Lu Chong's miserable appearance, and said.

"Luckily, we arrived not too late."

As he followed his senses back to the human race's territory, he suddenly sensed a powerful aura in the far distance, as if it were fighting with someone.

Jiang Shu immediately realized that this was very likely a battlefield between the human race and the demon race, so he rushed over without stopping.

However, Jiang Shu was now in the heart of the demon realm. If he really walked freely, he would definitely be discovered. Therefore, he was a little slower in coming because he was being cautious. He never expected that the one who was in danger was his own sect's senior brother.

Fortunately, I caught up.

Of course, it was only when he arrived that he realized that the aura he had vaguely sensed earlier clearly had not yet reached the Demon Venerable Realm.

Judging from the exchange just now, this white tiger should have reached the stage of mastering the Great Dao of Space, but has not yet opened up its inner world.

This is quite normal; his ascension to Venerable in the Eternal Tower seemed easy.

But in reality, he had experienced countless near-death experiences and incredible opportunities before that.

Especially in the Sage's Tomb, the Sage preached and received a World Tree sapling and a mysterious stone.

These are all the supreme resources for his breakthrough.

If he hadn't traveled between the two worlds and had remained only in the vast Cangmang Domain, even if he could cultivate at a faster pace, he might only have reached the point of comprehending and mastering the Great Dao of Space by now.

He became a half-step Dao Venerable, at the same level as the White Tiger Demon Lord.

After all, to advance to the Chaotic Realm, mastering the Great Dao of Space is the entry point, but the most fundamental thing is to open up the inner world.

This is the work of water milling.

In the Star Ruins Realm, there are many Venerables who, after comprehending and mastering the laws of space, still spend hundreds or even thousands of years to hone their skills and open up their inner world.

Successfully promoted to the rank of Venerable.

Of course, this is not to say that the White Tiger Demon Lord is not powerful enough.

The combat power of the White Tiger Demon Lord is indeed overwhelming for a Dao Lord of the Myriad Manifestations Realm.

Even if a large number of Dao Lords at the Myriad Manifestations Realm came, they would still be nothing more than ants.

Even for Jiang Shu himself, if he had not comprehended the Great Dao of Space and was only at the Myriad Manifestations Realm, without using any of his trump cards, it would be extremely difficult for him to fight against the White Tiger Demon Lord.

But now, to him, the so-called White Tiger Demon Lord is nothing but an ant.

Not to mention killing with a flick of the finger.

At least, it's just a matter of throwing one or two more punches.

Therefore, after making his move, he stood calmly in the void.

The Dao essence emanating from his body was like countless stars, radiating an undeniable brilliance.

"Long time no see, junior brother."

The Dao fire on Lu Chong's body had been extinguished, and he was extremely weak. He almost collapsed to the ground, his face pale, but he still managed to force a smile.

Although his cultivation level wasn't high, he had seen far too many Dao Venerables during his nearly two years of fighting on the battlefield.

So although it couldn't be determined immediately, after a few breaths, it was basically confirmed that their legendary junior brother had broken through, fully mastered the Great Dao of Space, and become a Dao Venerable.

Jiang Shu should now be called Tai Xuan Dao Zun.

Jiang Shu flicked his finger, and a precious pill appeared at Lu Chong's lips.

"Senior Brother Lu, please swallow this pill. Otherwise, with your current injuries, it will definitely affect your Dao foundation."

"I'll kill this kitten first, then we brothers can catch up." (End of Chapter)