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

"The Supreme Daoist Master!!"

"Daoist Master! He killed the Golden Horned Demon with a single punch! Heaven blesses Zhenwu!"

"The Supreme Dao Venerable is indeed the Supreme Dao Venerable! It hasn't been that long since we last met, and he has already advanced to the Dao Venerable Realm and even killed three Demon Venerables in one fell swoop!"

The news is out.

The entire city of Lin Yuan seemed to be ignited by this joyous atmosphere, and the morale, which had been somewhat suppressed recently, instantly reached its peak.

Some cultivators who were familiar with Jiang Shu were overjoyed and shocked.

It's important to understand that breaking through a certain level of mastery always becomes increasingly difficult.

In the early stages, one can rely on resources and the guidance of elders to force a breakthrough.

However, once one reaches the Nirvana Realm, especially the Myriad Manifestations Realm, the comprehension of the Great Dao can almost entirely rely on the cultivator himself.

The Chaotic Realm is a realm that many Dao Lords of the Myriad Manifestations Realm may never reach in their entire lives.

Known as the Daoist Master, if it weren't for the great war between humans and demons...

In the past, the Daoist Master would rarely appear in public.

This is the true essence of a sect.

It is the foundation of the bulk.

They are among the people who are closest to heaven and earth.

"Junior Brother's cultivation level..."

Even Hai Guang Zhenjun's voice trembled slightly.

After entering the Demon Realm, he obtained a considerable amount of cultivation resources from the demon race, which allowed him to advance to a higher level of cultivation. However, his comprehension of the Great Dao gradually reached a bottleneck.

Once you cross that threshold, you can truly comprehend it and enter the realm of all phenomena.

I thought I would see my junior brother again the next time.

Then you can be at the same level as your junior brother.

Unexpectedly, I heard again that my junior brother had already advanced to the Chaos Cave!
To become a Daoist master in the sect.

The gap in their levels of understanding has not only not narrowed, but has widened.

"Even Master only recently advanced to the Chaos Realm..."

Hai Guang Zhenjun murmured to himself, then suddenly transformed into a streak of light and flew toward his junior brother Ruyi Zhenjun's cave.

Judging by the time, the third junior brother is currently focused on refining a quasi-Dao artifact.

It seems that it's time to let my junior brother come out of seclusion.

On the battlefield of Zhenwu Sect, streaks of light leaped out.

The voice of the Purple Extreme Dao Venerable resounded throughout the entire world:

"Order a banquet to celebrate the arrival of my disciple, the Daoist Master Tai Xuan!"

……

The Demon Clan's Imperial Palace.

Deep within the imperial palace, permeated with the aura of antiquity, the atmosphere was the complete opposite of that in Lin Yuan City—cold and oppressive, like a sea of ​​lava about to erupt.

On the enormous, ancient throne, engraved with totems of countless beasts, a figure was blurred, with only two crimson-gold eyes that gleamed like magma from the abyss, flashing with a fury that could incinerate everything.

The will of the Burning Heaven Ancestor was like a tangible raging fire, scorching every inch of space within the main hall.

Beside him, several other demon clan venerables with equally profound auras all had extremely ugly expressions.

The Dragon Lord, whose aura was the most ancient and powerful among the dragons, with the faint phantom of two imposing horns on his head, had a somber expression.

He once sent one of his clones to intercept Jiang Shu, but the attempt failed and he was even injured, losing face and harboring a deep resentment towards Jiang Shu.

Upon hearing the name "Tai Xuan Dao Zun Jiang Shu" and learning that he had annihilated the Golden Horned Demon Antelope with a single punch, his dragon eyes, which contained the vicissitudes of time and boundless power, narrowed slightly, and an indescribable solemnity and cold killing intent surged deep within them.

"Jiang! Shu!"

The voice of the Burning Heaven Ancestor was like two pieces of divine iron rubbing against each other, each word carrying an uncontrollable rage and a hint of disbelief.

"This monstrous creature is not only not dead, but has actually stepped into the Chaos Cave?!"

"It was my dereliction of duty!"

The Shadow Lizard Demon Lord, responsible for tracking Jiang Shu's movements, lay prostrate on the ground, his voice trembling with fear.

He possessed the cultivation level of a late-stage Demon Lord and fought against several Dao Lords from the eight major sects during the great battle. Within his clan, he was also a figure akin to an ancestor.

But at this moment, he seemed like a humble ant.

Compared to the Demon Lord, the Demon King was still too weak.

"After it disappeared, it was as if it had completely evaporated. Even with the Blood Soul Tracking, we could not find any trace of it."

"Thinking that he has already infiltrated back, and still..."

The news of Jiang Shu's three punches that killed the Golden Horned Demon Antelope in the Battle of Riftstone City, along with the scorching smoke and lingering stench of blood, was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely imprinted on the core walls of the Demon Clan Imperial Palace.

Deep within the imperial palace, the ancient palace itself, suspended above the eternally burning crimson sea of ​​rocks, suddenly emitted a deep, muffled roar, like a primordial beast being enraged.

The buzzing sound wasn't loud, but it carried a vibration that seemed to tear apart the vital energy.

The myriad beast totems engraved on the palace walls, which once witnessed the glory of the demon race, now faintly flow with a dark red halo between the patterns, like bulging blood vessels.

The enormous door, cast from the bones of an unknown primordial beast and etched with totems of worship by countless demons, suddenly swung open with a hum.

There was no howling wind coming through the gap in the door, only a pressure more viscous and violent than the magma itself, like an invisible tide as heavy as a mountain, crashing out with the heat waves of magma.

The space surrounding the Imperial Palace Square was forcibly pressed into frozen amber by this will.

The few demon servants responsible for sweeping outside the hall, whose auras were only at the early stage of transformation, didn't even have time to let out a scream.

An invisible, immense force swept over them, and their tough demonic bodies, like insects repeatedly ravaged by the core of ancient ice and lava, were instantly reduced to several clumps of blurry, viscous matter of mixed colors. These clumps were then swallowed up by the surging sea of ​​rocks below the plaza. Even the bone fragments and energy dissipated from the demon cores were instantly burned into nothingness, leaving no trace.

"Jiang Shu!"

The two words seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of a volcanic vein, carrying a destructive will that could burn through the void and turn everything into ashes.

The sound echoed within the hall, its sharp points resembling countless half-melted guillotines rubbing and scraping against each other. The scorching sound waves penetrated deep into the soul essence of every demon lord present, causing these powerful beings, who were usually capable of suppressing an entire star field, to feel an uncontrollable chill seeping from their very bones, and even their protective demonic auras instinctively trembled slightly.

The crimson sea of ​​rocks churned violently, and a giant wave of flames, deeper and hotter than lava, was forcibly lifted up by a force. At the top of the wave, a tall and imposing figure rose up on the flames.

The fiery red hair of the Burning Heaven Ancestor stood on end, like wild grass ignited by lightning.

His aged face, branded with ancient demonic markings, was completely distorted by rage. His bulging muscles stretched and bulged beneath his skin, as if they were about to tear his face apart and burst forth with scorching flames.

What's even more striking is the protective divine light that flows endlessly around him, representing the origin of the Vermilion Bird Divine Flame.

At this moment, the divine flames were no longer a gentle, flowing river of fire. Instead, they resembled a solar flare that had been forcibly compressed and then erupted out of control, violently licking and scorching the solid spatial barrier of the imperial palace itself, which was strong enough to withstand the impact of stars.

The ramparts emitted a teeth-grinding sizzling sound, and the air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell.

"waste!"

"A bunch of utter trash!" Ancestor Burning Heaven strode forward through the churning lava, each step carrying the force of a thousand pounds.

The lava beneath his feet was not gently lifted, but violently trampled, forming a bottomless vortex-like pit.

The entire floating palace suddenly sank and plummeted dozens of feet downwards.

The lava sea trembled violently, creating waves that crashed against the palace foundation, spewing forth a shower of fire.

"Golden Horn... deserves to die!"

"The stronghold that the Imperial Palace painstakingly established on the front lines over a thousand years has been uprooted by human ants in the blink of an eye!"

"This hatred is unbearable! This is an utter disgrace!!"

His gaze, like solidified magma nailed to a spot, was ultimately fixed on those beings in the core area of ​​the hall whose auras were even more ancient and profound.

Above the highest seat in the main hall is a constantly shifting, mysterious purple aura.

Within the purple aura, it seemed as if thousands of dragon shadows were swimming and sleeping.

At that moment, a long, resonant sigh, like the distant sound of an ancient bell, emanated from within, each syllable carrying the chill and absolute majesty accumulated over millions of years.

This sigh easily overshadowed the scorching, sea-boiling heat emanating from Fentian's body.

"Burning Heaven, calm down."

The Dragon Lord's voice was completely flat, yet it possessed an innate power to freeze time and space, enveloping the area with undeniable force.

"Roaring is futile."

On the other side, a massive phoenix shadow, shrouded in divine light like a glorious sun, fluttered its wings slightly in response to the Dragon Lord's voice.

With each slight tremor of its wings, golden-red feather phantoms scattered like billions of molten gold stars, illuminating the entire sea of ​​lava with a golden brilliance, as if it had instantly plunged into the depths of a golden furnace.

"This kid has already shown his potential."

Phoenix Lord's will was condensed and clear, and his words were like hot gold forged in extreme heat.

"The Dao traces remaining in the City of Rift Stone are mixed and domineering, yet perfectly integrated."

"Especially the power of the spatial laws, which has almost reached a state of perfection, far beyond what ordinary juniors who have just entered the Chaos Cave can achieve."

“There must be some enormous secrets about him that we have yet to fathom.”

These two voices of supreme will descended like two invisible divine mountains.

Even though Fen Tian's fury was about to burst out of his head, he had no choice but to forcibly restrain the uncontrollable flames raging around him in the face of this absolute pressure and calm scrutiny.

The crimson flames became viscous and condensed, but the burning hatred deep in his eyes, as intense as the core of underground lava, did not diminish in the slightest.

"Jin Jiao used his own Geng metal sharpness as the edge to fiercely attack the core of his fist power, but was crushed by the opponent's backhand palm, his source was destroyed, and his body and soul were burned to ashes!"

"Jiang Taixuan's palm strike even drew upon a portion of the primordial energy of heaven and earth, forcibly fusing all things into one furnace."

"That is absolutely not the kind of method a newly promoted Dao Venerable should possess. If we allow it to continue growing, before the Myriad Spirits Array is completed, this fiend will be a threat to the destruction of our clan!"

The vertical pupil phantom within the dragon's purple aura slowly opened a crack.

As far as the eye could see, the void distorted slightly, and the laws and order of this place were being silently reorganized.

"In just a few years, Jiang Shu has grown to this level."

There was a very brief pause in his voice, and his breath carried a rare hint of caution, as if he were weighing the workings of the stars.

“At the heart of the desolate desert, the space fluctuates erratically, and the Myriad Spirits Array also shows subtle changes.”

"When the Stone Rift City fell, a trace of the array's will, triggered by the fall of the Golden Horned Demon Antelope, emanated from there. Perhaps we can use this to glimpse Jiang Taixuan's whereabouts."

His immense will turned toward the shadow in the center of the hall, which was like a splash of thick ink, constantly writhing.

That was the hidden origin of the Shadow Lizard Demon Lord.

“Shadow Lizard, you are in charge of the pursuit.”

"Could we track down Jiang Taixuan's whereabouts through this slight fluctuation?"

The thick shadow rippled and contracted violently, squeezing out the dry, taut sound of the Shadow Lizard Demon Lord, like the scraping of metal.

"Reporting to the Dragon Lord, its aura seems to have broken free from the constraints of this world's rules, and there is absolutely no cause or effect to be found."

"But now that the human race's higher-ups know about the desolate desert, given Jiang Taixuan's personality, he will definitely go there. Perhaps we can take this opportunity to eliminate him."

The Kunpeng Demon Lord's eyes, which resembled the sun, opened and closed.

"Jiang Taixuan must die!"

"As long as he lives, I will never be able to eat or sleep in peace!"

The chilling aura, like invisible ice needles, instantly pierced through the anger and rage that had previously permeated the imperial palace, freezing in the hearts of every demon lord.

The deepest schemes of the imperial palace seem to have had a corner of the curtain ruthlessly torn away.

Jiang Shu is terrifying.

It's unimaginable that he could injure a dragon clan avatar while only at the Dao Lord realm, and even escape from the clutches of the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

Now that he has achieved the position of Dao Venerable and comprehended the Great Dao of Space, what level has his ability reached?
The muscles on the face of the Burning Heaven Ancestor twitched uncontrollably. He took a step forward and smashed through the viscous lava sea beneath him with his violent aura, creating a bottomless pit where magma churned wildly in all directions!

His voice was low, yet it was more terrifying than a lava eruption.

"give it to me!"

"This scoundrel's life should be taken by my own hands!"

"The fact that I failed to completely melt it with one palm strike back then is my lifelong regret!"

"Today, let him wail for ten thousand years under the light of the blood sacrifice of all spirits!"

He lowered his crimson head deeply, facing the purple aura and sun wheel where the Dragon Lord and Phoenix Lord were located.

"I humbly request that the two Venerable Ones dispatch the Trapped Camp to surround and kill this fiend within the eye of the desolate sand sea formation."

"If I fail again this time, I am willing to accept the punishment of having my soul burned and my spirit refined by the Imperial Palace!"

The thick shadow twisted and rolled rapidly, eventually coalescing into a thin, withered, blurry human figure that seemed to merge with the shadow itself.

The Shadow Lizard Demon Lord's shrill voice carried a sharp, metallic scraping sound.

"Lord Burning Heaven is absolutely right!"

Deep within the desolate desert, at the array's core, the laws are disordered, space is frozen, and the array itself instinctively protects it. Only a specialized, coordinated attack team capable of ignoring the harsh environment can ensure absolute safety!

"The four fierce beasts, Jinpeng, Bingchi, Tieyan, and Huojiao, can lock the void, imprison the earth, sever magical power, and burn the soul."

"If he dares to break into the core of the array, even if his body is forged from ancient divine metal, he will surely be refined into a wisp of smoke on the Altar of Ten Thousand Spirits!"

The crimson sea of ​​magma fell into a brief, deathly silence. High above, amidst the swirling purple mist, the dragon's eye, representing supreme will, slowly closed, carrying a resolute determination that severed all escape routes.
"allow."

"Order Burning Sky to lead the Four Fiends of the Vanquishing Formation to the Desolate Desert immediately."

"Activate the power of the central core of the Myriad Spirits Array and nail Jiang Shu to the depths of the array!"

"Regardless of the means, life or death!" (End of Chapter)