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

"call……"

Between heaven and earth, endless gales and demonic winds howled.

There was no powerful new wave of energy, no large-scale activation of teleportation arrays, and no sign of a thorough search of the surrounding area.

The Burning Heaven Ancestor did not leave; he was like a furious magma statue, nailed to the core of the desolate sand sea.

That pent-up rage seemed poised to ignite and evaporate the entire world at any moment.

In the shadows of the rock crevice, Jiang Shu's pupils were like an ancient well, completely still.

Another half day passed, and still nothing changed.

The aura of the Burning Heaven Ancestor remained completely still, like a boulder pressing down on the earth, leaving only silent anger floating in the air.

The three villains had exhausted their restlessness and were left only with numb, deathly guard.

Three more hours passed, and the aura of the Burning Heaven Ancestor finally stirred, but he did not go far away. Instead, he remained in the desolate desert, guarding a key point of the formation.

The auras of the other three ferocious beasts drifted away into the distance, but the fluctuations of demonic power around them indicated that they had been keeping an eye on this place.

This area is immobile.

Jiang Shu's mind raced. The Burning Heaven Ancestor was determined to stay at this broken array eye, either because he believed he would turn back for the treasures or information that the remnant array might have left behind, or because this array eye was of great importance and he did not want any more mistakes.

However, the fire phoenix, now thoroughly enraged, was at its most focused, yet also most stalemate moment.

His gaze and anger were fixed firmly on the desolate desert.

Meanwhile, his henchmen, the three ruthless villains he had killed with trepidation, were already heading towards Thousand Streams Ravine. They were the easiest targets to bully, and the shortest route to his goal.

Jiang Shu sighed deeply.

Before he had even achieved the position of Dao Venerable, he had once escaped from the clutches of the Burning Heaven Ancestor, who was at the peak of the Demon Venerable realm. Although it was extremely dangerous at the time, it was indeed something to be proud of that he had escaped from the clutches of a peak Demon Venerable with the cultivation of a Dao Lord.

At that time, he still looked down on Ancestor Burning Heaven.

However, when Jiang Shu achieved the Chaotic Void Realm, comprehended the Great Dao of Space, and faced the Burning Heaven Ancestor again, he truly realized the gap between himself and him.

The reason I was able to escape from him was indeed due to good luck.

Jiang Shu's gaze pierced through the rock wall, across the boundless yellow sand, and landed in the direction of Qianliujian.

Of the three extremely dangerous demon fortresses mentioned in the intelligence, this is the one that forms a triangular formation with the desolate desert.

The four villains in the trap have a clear division of labor. The desolate desert is now guarded by the Burning Heaven Ancestor, so the only place the three villains can retreat to is Thousand Streams Ravine.

Jiang Shu's figure faded and disappeared in the darkness like ink in a painting.

This time, the spatial folds were even longer, the trajectory like a spider silk floating on the raging sea, making full use of the fragile nodes in the entire area that had not yet recovered after being disrupted by the great battle, carefully avoiding the blazing "sun" in the core of the desolate desert.

Having traversed countless miles, the moisture in the air suddenly thickened, carrying a deep, piercing chill and the stench of decaying blood.

We've arrived at Qianliujian.

The view suddenly shifted; the pure, intense yellow and fiery heat of the desolate desert vanished without a trace. It was as if I had fallen into a gigantic, cursed tomb.

Thousand Streams Stream—the name sounds like a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters.

But when Jiang Shu looked down, what he saw was not green mountains and clear waters, but layers upon layers of twisted and intertwined dark canyons.

The sky was shrouded in thick, dark gray miasma, a perpetually bleak and gloomy expanse.

Streams of murky water... no, they can't be called streams, they're more like thick black mud, writhing and tangling with difficulty at the bottom of the canyon, converging into a vast and filthy dark network of water.

The river was filled with rotting monster corpses, broken bones, and unknown clumps of slime, emitting a nauseating stench.

Dark green or purplish-black pustules continuously swelled on the surface of the black water. When they burst, the venom splashed onto the rock walls on both sides, making a sizzling corrosion sound and rising acrid white smoke.

The rock face is riddled with holes, corroded with countless fine pores and grooves, like the surface of a rotting corpse.

The pale white moss reflected a chilling hue in the dim light amidst the miasma.

Thick, black vines, shaped like twisted ghost claws, sprouted from the cracks in the cliff face, extending downwards with unbridled arrogance, greedily drawing in the murky black water and the pure demonic energy permeating below. The vines were covered with sharp bone spurs and hooked suckers.

The air was thick with damp, slippery moisture, mixed with a strong smell of decay and an unsettling, sticky sensation.

Visibility is severely obstructed here; beyond a hundred feet, it becomes blurry. Divine senses are also blocked and weakened by the foul miasma and chaotic water elemental demon power, and are even defiled.

Everywhere there was the howling of the wind, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, as it traveled through the dense network of waterways and jagged stalagmites.

This is Thousand Streams Ravine, the lair of the water demons, a deadly trap.

Every inch of its land and every breath of its air is permeated with the filthy laws of the demon race, attempting to assimilate intruders into a part of decay.

Jiang Shu hovered in the shadows at the highest point of the canyon entrance, as if blending into the colors of the rock face.

His divine sense, like the finest raindrops, blended into this filthy environment, carefully scanning away the vines and bubbles that clearly possessed demonic detection power.

Soon, he "saw" them beside a relatively open mudflat formed by the confluence of several huge black rivers.

Three familiar and powerful demonic forces lingered on that murky mudflat, like three hidden reefs thrown into stagnant water, stirring up the surrounding chaotic currents.

A hundred-zhang-long ice dragon coiled in the deepest part of the muddy pool. Its white scales were stained with filthy black mud, but the cold air was still fierce, freezing the surrounding mud into an ice ocean, steaming with bone-chilling cold mist.

Its massive head drooped slightly, and its cold, vertical pupils held lingering fear and apprehension, but more than anything, they showed signs of exhaustion, as if it were resting and healing.

Jin Peng chose to settle on the top of a black, rocky peak that was riddled with erosion.

Its once magnificent golden feathers appeared somewhat dull, losing their sharp, sky-piercing edge. It stood on one leg atop the peak, its eagle eyes half-closed, its sharp gaze warily scanning the surrounding filthy environment, yet unable to conceal the frustration and a hint of suppressed fear deep within its divine light.

The Golden Rocs are very clean animals, so they are extremely disgusted by the dirty environment here. Occasionally, they will shake off the slippery water plants that have entangled them.

The most violent of them all is the Fire Dragon.

It was clearly out of place in this environment; its originally ferocious crimson scales were eroded by the polluted water vapor, turning dark in color, and its demonic fire had subsided considerably.

Its massive body was mostly submerged in the black water, with only its ferocious dragon head and a small part of its back visible. Beneath the dark surface, dark red flames rolled and resisted the filth.

It appeared unusually agitated, its bony tail slapping violently against the murky water from time to time, stirring up towering black waves with a foul stench. It opened its massive jaws, emitting low, venomous roars. The dark red light at its wounds flickered, clearly indicating that the fire poison wounds had not yet healed and were further disturbed by the filthy water element, causing it great discomfort. All three were in poor condition.

The demise of the Earthworm, the furious rebuke of the Burning Heaven Ancestor, and the deep psychological trauma left by that terrifying human brat all weighed heavily on their hearts.

Especially when they are defeated head-on in their area of ​​expertise, where they believe they are best at combined attacks, the psychological trauma caused by this sense of defeat is even greater than the physical injury.

Being in this filthy place, which made the fire dragons particularly uncomfortable, made the atmosphere even more somber and tense. Although they were trying to regulate their breathing, they were like frightened birds, outwardly strong but inwardly weak.

"I'm afraid our situation won't be good when we go back this time."

Ice Dragon's voice was deep.

Upon hearing this, the fire dragon grew even more enraged and said, "Just what great opportunity does that human Jiang Shu possess? He's only been a Dao Venerable for a short time; logically, he should only have just begun to comprehend the Great Dao of Space, yet..."

It couldn't finish its sentence, filled with extreme anger and disbelief.

All four of them were born into powerful races and were chosen by the Imperial Palace long ago to form the Four Fiends of the Vanguard. They practiced combined attack techniques and could even trap a Dao Venerable of the Chaos Realm for a time.

We cannot break through their traps and defenses in a short time.

However, Jiang Shu dealt them a head-on blow.

Jin Peng didn't speak, but just looked at his surroundings with disgust.

Without the perfect combined attack formation of a mid-stage Demon Venerable, without the oppressive aura of the Burning Heaven Ancestor, and without even the heavy pressure of the Earth Louse as a binding agent, these three fierce beasts, even if they joined forces, might not be able to defeat an ordinary mid-stage Chaos Realm Dao Venerable.

At this stage, the three villains also withdrew their divine senses and began to recuperate.

I was afraid that another big battle would be about to begin.

Jiang Shu remained silent in the shadows for a moment, like the best hunter, calculating the movement of light and shadow and observing their habitual patterns of movement.

The fire dragon once again lashed out with its tail, splashing up large amounts of black water that obscured part of its view of the cliff face.

Startled by the commotion, Jinpeng glanced disapprovingly at the fire dragon.

Just as the water splashed and Jin Peng's gaze shifted, Jiang Shu moved!
"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

Silent vibrations echoed through the complex canyon waterways, like low, rumbling thunder rolling from the ground.

As early as when Jiang Shu arrived, he had already selected several naturally formed weak points in the space of Qianliujian due to the flow of water veins and the corrosion of foul air as marks. Now, he detonated them at the same time, instantly destroying the three villains' foothold.

The space above the solitary black rock peak where Jinpeng stood suddenly collapsed inward, forming a twisted vortex that pulled at the already loose rock peak beneath its single foot.

The frozen silt surrounding the icy ocean, which was as solid as ice, suddenly cracked open with countless spiderweb-like fissures, and the filthy black water below seemed to come alive as it frantically surged upwards.

Before the black water curtain that the fire dragon had just stirred up had even fallen, the space behind the water curtain strangely folded and stretched, twisting part of the turbid water curtain into a temporarily turbid spatial mirror.

This sudden spatial anomaly instantly shattered the three villains' facade of vigilance.

"Jiang Shu!"

"careful!"

The Golden Roc shrieked in alarm and anger, having immediately sensed Jiang Shu's attack!

One after another, highways surged around it.

Its wings burst forth with dazzling golden light, forcefully stabilizing itself against the suction force that tore through the collapsing space.

The space around the ice dragon on one side froze instantly.

The frozen space naturally formed a defensive zone.

Its icy vertical pupils contracted sharply, and it instinctively urged even deeper freezing air to try to freeze the surging filth once more, its massive body searching for Jiang Shu's location.

The most direct reaction came from the raging fire dragon. It was already extremely agitated, and when the water curtain in front of it suddenly became bizarre and blurry, and the space beneath its feet seemed to become unstable, its furious mind was instantly ignited.

Without thinking, he let out a hysterical roar at the distorted water curtain space, and the dark red poisonous fire accumulated in his mouth surged out like a flood bursting its banks, recklessly rushing towards the blurry chaos in front of him.

The scorching heat and foul stench of the flames instantly engulfed the mirrored space and a large expanse of murky water!

Just as the fire dragon unleashed its full power of poisonous fire, a spatial rift less than a foot long silently opened on the side of its massive head and vulnerable neck, in the area most completely concealed by its own torrent of flames.

No light leaked out from the crevice, only the deepest nothingness.

A hand covered in a shimmering glove emerged from nothingness with lightning speed!

The hand appeared too strangely and too precisely, at the very moment the fire dragon's weakest point was exposed.

The spatial runes flowing on the gloves glowed faintly, like the leaping trajectories of stars.

With its five fingers spread out, it did not gather any dazzling light, but only a layer of hazy gray mist, like the beginning of heaven and earth, before chaos was divided.

Within this gray mist lies a terrifying principle that governs the return of all things to their origin.

Taichu!

The hand gently pressed down on the scales on the side of the fire dragon's neck, which were covered with hard bone spurs.

puff!
Like a scalding blade cutting into solidified grease.

The fire dragon's tough scales, which could withstand attacks of the same level, softened and dissolved silently under this palm enveloped in primordial mist, like ice in hot oil.

The primordial aura instantly invaded the depths of its flesh, bones, and muscles. Everything it came into contact with, including matter and demonic power, was rapidly collapsing into its most initial and basic state of energy particles!
The gray mist spread rapidly, and the neck bones, meridians, and even the violent demonic power flowing within them that the palm touched were quickly losing their original structure and activity.

"Uh!"

The fire dragon roared in agony, but the violent roar had just burst from its throat when it abruptly stopped.

Because its throat, which spews poisonous fire, has already begun an irreversible "reversion" under the primordial breath!
Its massive body convulsed violently, struggling desperately, as dark red poisonous flames erupted uncontrollably from its body, spreading in all directions.

However, this did nothing to stop the fatal gap in the neck from rapidly expanding and spreading under the erosion of the Primordial Dao.

Its vitality is pouring out like a flood bursting its banks! (End of Chapter)