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

Jiang Shu stood suspended in the void.

The surrounding space was filled with countless shattered spaces, and spatial turbulence tore through it.

Even ordinary Dao Lords and Demon Lords, when flying into the sky, could be caught in the crossfire and face mortal danger.

Jiang Shu simply took a step forward. His expression was calm, and the Yuan Power within his body, which was a fusion of various Great Daos, surged like a huge wave in the ocean. Although the Qi Swallowing Myriad Manifestations Fist he had just unleashed was astonishing, it was also a considerable burden on him. The Dao Laws that he needed to coordinate and mobilize instantly were too vast.

He raised his gaze and looked down indifferently at the completely collapsed Riftstone City.

He slowly uttered a single word.

"kill."

The word "kill" contains the boundless path of slaughter.

The Dao energy emanated downwards, blessing a human cultivator underground.

On the city wall, the few remaining demons, their courage extinguished, were still instinctively using bone spears or inferior demonic arts to resist the probing attacks launched by the humans, but to no avail.

The city's protective formation has been broken. One of the two powerful demon lords is dead and the other is missing. The Azure Wind Demon Eagle was severely injured by a spatial rift and fell to its death, its fate unknown.

The city walls are now defenseless and have no strong defenses to rely on.

The last pillar of the demon race in this city, the Golden Horned Demon Antelope, was reduced to nothingness by his punch, a devastating blow to the demon race's morale.

Jiang Shu turned his gaze toward the human alliance and nodded almost imperceptibly toward Lu Chong's location.

Immediately, his figure swayed slightly, and ripples spread across the space beneath his feet like waves.

He did not make another move.

The city should fall; what remains is no longer needed.

Rather than lingering here and causing unnecessary complications, it would be better to find a quiet place to recover from the injuries.

Through his battles with the three demon lords, Jiang Shu gained some new insights into the Dao of Space.

Fighting is always the best way to improve oneself.

……

The moment Jiang Shu's figure disappeared silently amidst the spatial fluctuations, the human alliance launched an even more ferocious offensive!

"Break the city!"

Lu Chong suddenly stood up, ignoring his injuries, and roared angrily!

"The Daoist Master slays the general!"

"Brothers! Follow me and defeat the enemy!"

A disciple of the Zhenwu Sect roared as he personally carried a huge armor-piercing battle flag and charged ahead of his men toward the crumbling stone city with its protective shield broken and the morale of the demon army in disarray!

"kill!!"

The endless roars merged into a torrent of steel, crashing into the undefended Riftstone City like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking!

War drums thundered, horns blared, and all kinds of siege equipment were unleashed at full power. The powerful warriors no longer cared about the Demon Lord's interception, and powerful streams of magical light crashed down on the city walls and the interior!

The morale of the human cultivators was like a wildfire that had been ignited, burning through all the darkness!
The defeat of the demon race was already a foregone conclusion.

Jiang Shu reappeared in a hilly area a hundred miles away from Lieshi City.

Here you can overlook the entire battlefield, but you've already escaped the vortex of noise and bloodshed.

The mountain wind howled, blowing his tattered blue robe.

He didn't rush to leave; he needed to catch his breath and process the earth-shattering yet extremely energy-consuming "Qi Swallowing All Things Fist," as well as his recent breakthrough to the Venerable realm. He needed to reflect on his experience after actual combat.

This battle, in which he killed the Golden Horned Demon Antelope, was more about verifying and perfecting his method of merging the Great Dao.

The 256x acceleration within the Eternal Tower is ultimately just a simulation; only a true bloodbath can completely solidify one's realm and make one's power as responsive as an extension of one's own limb.

He sat quietly cross-legged on a blue stone, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had entered a meditative state.

However, the outward-extended divine sense acted like an invisible radar, meticulously scanning every subtle fluctuation in the battlefield space within a radius of dozens of miles, in order to guard against any unforeseen events.

Within his body, the Venerable Space, which had merged with the chaotic Dao patterns of the Black Stone core, was slowly absorbing the last remaining fragments of law devoured and decomposed from the Golden Horned Demon Antelope, undergoing subtle adjustments and consolidation under the rich vitality emanating from the World Tree sapling.

The path of integrating the multiple laws of the Qi Swallowing All Things Fist was also being re-examined in his mind, striving for greater harmony and freedom next time.

In the far distance, the shouts and explosions from the direction of Riftstone City continued to echo, but it was clearly a one-sided slaughter. The city had fallen. The outcome was decided.

However, beneath Jiang Shu's slightly closed eyelids, her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

During the brief respite after his all-out burst of power, his divine sense detected an extremely subtle, almost ethereal fluctuation of thought, as if it came from an infinitely distant place.

The fluctuation carried a hint of anger, a hint of coldness, and a hint of dignity that had been violated, like a shadow cast by a cloud hanging in the sky, flashing by so quickly that one might think it was an illusion.

If he hadn't just finished a full-force battle and his consciousness hadn't been in a highly alert, stressed state, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

Was it because my overbearing actions alarmed some ancient beings of the demon race?

The figure sitting cross-legged remained as steady as a mountain, but a string in Jiang Shu's heart quietly tightened.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the vague direction where the Demon Realm's core imperial palace was located, a place whose depths were unfathomable.

Jiang Shu never underestimated the demon race.

It seems that the demon race produced some extraordinary figures in an ancient era that is now impossible to trace, leaving behind a great legacy, such as the Myriad Spirits Forging Venerable Array, which was previously unheard of.

Having entered the Chaotic Realm himself, he naturally knew how rare and precious this realm was.

The fact that the demon race could create a demon lord with just a large formation shows the extent of their power.

What's even more terrifying is that this is just the outward manifestation of the grand formation.

Could there be an even more terrifying hidden force within the demon race, pointing not only to the Demon Lord, but also to the Demon Sovereign, or even... the legendary immortals?

Jiang Shu's breathing gradually stabilized, regardless of the circumstances.

The foundation of the eight major sects is ultimately no less than that of the demon race.

As long as the Demon Lord doesn't take action.

With his foundation and various trump cards, even when facing some powerful demon lords, he would definitely not be completely defenseless.

Not to mention, he can also travel between the two realms at critical moments and return to the relatively safer Star Ruins Realm.

Jiang Shu let out a breath.

This was his first official move since returning to the vast and desolate realm, and it had already stirred up a storm.

The death of the Golden Horned Demon Antelope was enough to enrage the Imperial Palace.

And the Burning Heaven Ancestor, this true giant, has probably already set his sights on this place.

"It seems that going into seclusion for quiet meditation won't be so easy."

Jiang Shu murmured softly, his voice lost in the mountain wind, only his eyes remained sharp as knives.

He showed no sign of backing down, only a calm acceptance of facing even greater challenges.

Having power in hand is for dealing with even greater storms.

The Golden Horned Demon Antelope was just the beginning. The Burning Heaven Ancestor had chased him for tens of thousands of miles. If it weren't for the trump cards given to him by the various sect leaders and supreme beings, he probably wouldn't even have had the chance to travel between the two realms. He would get his revenge sooner or later.

He adjusted his breathing and closed his eyes again.

The Yuan energy within his body surged more orderly, and the World Tree sapling swayed with green light, accelerating the repair of the subtle damage to his Dao body and consolidating the nascent spatial form.

The insights into the Dao principles brought by the Qi Swallowing All Things Fist, along with fragments of pure metal elemental laws extracted from the Demon Lord's origin, intertwined and swirled in his sea of ​​consciousness, slowly being digested.

He needs to quickly and thoroughly digest the lessons learned from this battle, and then find out the details of those three exceptionally dangerous outposts.

The chaotic swamp, the Thousand Streams Ravine, and the desolate desert—that is where the real grand conspiracy is hidden.

He always felt that Lu Chong's encounter with danger there was by no means accidental.

The peculiar earth vein fluctuations deep within the desolate desert and the vast array will he sensed from the deeper part of the demon realm when he just devoured the Golden Horned Demon Antelope might have some mysterious connection, but this was only Jiang Shu's guess.

……

The last trace of demonic energy above Riftstone City was completely dispelled by the soaring blood energy and the war cries of the human race.

Without the city's protective formation and without the Demon Lord's presence, this once rock-solid demon stronghold fell in less than two hours under the furious onslaught of the human alliance.

The transformed demons and demon lords who put up a stubborn resistance were all killed, while the low-level demon soldiers were either divided up and annihilated or taken prisoner amidst desperate cries.

Amidst the devastation of the ruins, the human cultivators began to methodically clear the battlefield, collect the remains of their comrades, inventory the spoils of war, repair the damaged city defenses, and establish a secure human stronghold.

Every piece of black rock stained with blood is now a milestone in humanity's counterattack.

The armored strongman guarding this place, known as "Lord Pan Shi Dao," Hong Yue, is directing his soldiers to take over the relatively intact altar area in the city.

Several trusted True Lords, along with cultivators skilled in formations, meticulously examined the remains of the Golden Horned Demon Antelope in the heart of the now-ruined City Lord's Mansion.

The lingering aura of annihilation there was chilling, but what concerned Hong Yue even more were the few indelible, unique demonic patterns that seemed to resonate subtly with the entire sea of ​​sand and its surrounding veins.

"Master Dao."

A Nirvana Realm cultivator skilled in perception stepped forward and reported solemnly.

"These remaining traces are six or seven parts similar to the core sealing array patterns of the Imperial Palace recorded, but they are also mixed with an extremely strange vitality and chaotic meaning, which is very eerie."

"I have some difficulty in making a conclusion, so I would appreciate it if you could go and observe it yourself."

Hong Yue frowned deeply. It was no ordinary person for a core member of the Imperial Palace like the Golden Horned Demon Antelope to be personally overseeing the situation here.

The three dangerous locations pointed out by the Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable have already revealed only the tip of the iceberg in this desolate desert.

"In that case, I'll go and see for myself."

After Hong Yue finished speaking, he stood up.

He had only taken two steps when he turned back and said, "Go and inform the Supreme Daoist Master Tai Xuan to come here."

At the same time, a streak of light pierced through space, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, and went straight into the temporary command post that the human race had just set up in the demon race's interior.

It's an urgent battle report!
The Supreme Master of the Danfu Sect grabbed the trembling, crimson jade talisman sealed by a secret technique.

Upon probing with divine sense, only two concise yet weighty messages were found:

"Stone Rift City has fallen, and the Golden Horned Demon Antelope has perished!"

"The one who made the move is Jiang Shu, the Supreme Daoist Master of the Tai Xuan!"

The inscription at the end is the talisman mark of the Daoist overseeing the battle, who accompanied the team to record the battle situation.

This is followed by a supplementary assessment from the rear command center.

"The Supreme Daoist Master Tai Xuan appeared and split the rocks, killing two early-stage Demon Lords and one mid-stage Demon Lord. His combat power was terrifying."

"Having attained the Dao of the Chaos Realm, the Demon Clan's Imperial Palace is shaken. The Demon Clan's powerful figures will surely send people to intercept and kill us. Please make your decision!"

Although the two intelligence reports were short, they were like two thunderbolts from the heavens, exploding in the command center.

The Supreme Master of the Danfu Sect was so engrossed in the jade talisman that he almost crushed it. For the first time, an unbelievable shock and subsequent ecstasy clearly appeared on his white-haired, youthful face.

"Jiang Taixuan really succeeded!"

"A Chaotic Realm cultivator... He actually killed the Golden Horned Demon Antelope with a single punch?!"

Upon hearing this, the powerful figures around him were equally shocked and speechless.

A few years ago, he was just a disciple of the Dao Lord who was exceptionally talented, but now he can kill a mid-stage Demon Lord as easily as cutting grass?
This has exceeded all their understanding of genius.

"The Supreme Daoist Venerable!"

"It's Senior Brother Jiang! He's back!"

"Quickly, send this victory report to Emperor Wuzong and to the allied forces!"

"Furthermore, we must let the entire vast domain know that my human race's Tai Xuan Dao Venerable has been promoted to Dao Venerable!"

Without him needing to say more, almost simultaneously, through a special military communication network, these two messages spread like wildfire, quickly igniting the long and tense human front.

Humans were elated, while demons were furious.

The Zhenwu Sect, the Zhenwu headquarters in Linyuan City.

The central command tent, brightly lit, was even more somber than it had been a few days prior.

The worry between the brows of the Purple Extreme Daoist was almost tangible. On the map he had spread out, the three marks representing extremely dangerous places—dark green, light blue, and burnt yellow—were now as glaring as poisonous sores.

The supreme leader sat in the main seat, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the armrest of his chair, producing a dull sound.

"There has been no new activity regarding Lu Chong's Blood Danger Talisman; it has been more than seven days now."

His voice was low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

Just then, a golden talisman, more dazzling than any of the previous talismans, carrying the glory of victory and the might of a dragon, ignored all restrictions and rushed into the tent like a meteor, hovering steadily in front of the Purple Extreme Dao Venerable.

The tent was instantly so quiet you could hear a pin drop; everyone's attention was drawn to the strange talisman.

The Purple Extreme Daoist raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the talisman, and a vast amount of information surged into his mind.

The city of Riftstone fell, and the demon clan's venerable one perished. The one who made the move was Jiang Taixuan!
When that familiar name and that astonishing record clearly appeared, the Purple Extreme Dao Venerable froze. Then, his usually steady body, as solid as a mountain, began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

A smile, like a spring breeze thawing an ancient ice age, slowly bloomed from the depths of his eyes and quickly spread across his entire face.

The smile grew wider and brighter, eventually transforming into a clear, resonant laugh filled with boundless joy and pride!
"Okay, okay!"

The laughter seemed to contain the power to break through the fog, instantly dispelling the gloom that had shrouded everyone's hearts for days.

The sect leader also stood up abruptly, his eyes burning.

"He is back?!"

"He even slew the Golden Horned Demon Antelope? He really stepped into that realm?!"

"Absolutely true!"

The Purple Extreme Daoist Master clapped his hands and laughed heartily, all the fatigue on his face vanished, replaced by radiant spirit.

"My disciple Tai Xuan has already reached the position of Dao Venerable, and can slay demons with a single punch!"

These few words, packed with information, silenced the entire True Martial Sect camp, before erupting into a deafening roar of joy! (End of Chapter)