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

"boom!"

The whole world was shaking.

All of Fang Yuanqianli's lives were reduced to ashes in such a battle.

Neither the sect leader nor Jiang Shu expected this.

The Burning Heaven Ancestor was surprisingly decisive!

Even at the cost of being seriously injured by the sect leader of Zhenwu Sect, or even losing half his life, he would still use his killing move to completely suppress and kill Jiang Shu!

A demon lord in the late stage of cultivation, and even with the potential to reach the peak, would actually make such a choice.

All for the purpose of killing a Dao Venerable who had just advanced to the Chaotic Realm.

Simply unbelievable.

It should be understood that, for those at the same Chaos Realm or Demon Venerable Realm, the more they cultivate, the more difficult it becomes.

As the world they create becomes more stable and advanced, it will require even more massive resources to support it as time goes on.

Even the most gifted individual will find their progress very slow once they reach this level.

Those who can advance to the Chaotic Realm Dao Venerable or Demon Clan Demon Venerable were all invincible in their youth.

But reaching this level often requires hundreds or even thousands of years to take just one step forward.

It can be said that although Jiang Shu is already in the early stage of the Chaotic Realm, in the eyes of some Dao Venerables and Demon Venerables, no matter how great his opportunities are, it will probably take him a long time to reach the later stage.

He would trade half of his life, which was already in the late stages of his demonic cultivation, for Jiang Shu's life.

From one perspective, it's not worth it at all.

However, Ancestor Burning Heaven still did it.

This shows that, among all the demon race, Jiang Shu's strategic threat may be even greater than that of some Dao Venerables in the late stage of the Chaos Realm!
"boom!"

Battles between Dao Venerables and Demon Venerables occur in a mere fraction of a second.

There was absolutely no time for distraction or thinking.

Just as the scarlet beam of light was about to completely shatter the emerald membrane, invade Jiang Shu's internal organs, and destroy his foundation, it struck him.

The hundred-zhang True Martial Earth-Suppressing Seal, like a mountain collapsing, slammed solidly into the massive arms of the Burning Heaven Ancestor, which were covered in lava scales and crossed above his head to block.

An unimaginable clang of metal resounded throughout the universe. At the center of the collision, a visible shockwave of dark yellow exploded outwards, accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the earth and instantly engulfed the entire wasteland.

The floating clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the cracked earth was so fragile that it rolled and burst open layer by layer, forming a terrifying basin ten times larger than before, covering a thousand miles. The space itself was also hammered by that extremely heavy force, creating a ring of fine black ripples.

"Do you really think this will stop me?!"

The Burning Heaven Ancestor let out a deafening roar, a mixture of pain and rage.

His massive lava body was as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, and he was forced to fall hundreds of feet.

The protective divine flames flickered wildly, and the crimson scales covering his right arm cracked inch by inch, peeling away like charred rock to reveal the terrifying muscles beneath, which flowed with lava but were now somewhat dull in color.

A trickle of golden-red blood, hot and scorching, meandered down from the corner of its mouth.

He withstood most of the power of the Zhenwu Earth Seal, just to seize that sliver of an opening and kill Jiang Shu.

The price was that he endured the immense pressure of the earth, his arm bones nearly cracking and his internal organs trembling.

Below, at the bottom of the pit, smoke, dust, and gravel filled the air.

Jiang Shu was covered in blood, kneeling on one knee, panting heavily. His blue robe was almost a tattered, blood-stained cloth. The clear light of the World Tree sapling was slowly repairing the terrible, scorched wound on his back. The desolation and primordial power within were being painstakingly worn away and driven away by the combined power of the clear light and the Great Dao of Creation.

Although he looked disheveled, his slightly lowered eyes revealed not only a fleeting pain but also a cold composure born of relief.

He knew that the World Tree's primordial power, the last layer of protection, had shielded him from the most erosive core of the deadly light of the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

The scorch marks on his body looked frightening, but in reality, they did not damage his fundamental Dao body. He only needed to calm his mind and regulate his breathing for a period of time to recover his over-consumed Qi, blood, and soul. With the foundation of his Chaos Space and World Tree, these injuries to his flesh, bones, and muscles would soon be healed.

The important thing now is that I've been saved.

No longer is it necessary to travel between the two worlds as previously thought.

"Bullying a junior, is this what a powerful demon is like?"

A calm, deep voice, yet imbued with supreme majesty, resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Each word was clear and distinct, like the grand tolling of a great bell, instantly calming the spatial turbulence caused by the collision of violent energy, even stilling the churning dust.

A figure appeared silently at the edge of the huge pit, blocking Jiang Shu at the bottom of the pit from the enraged Burning Heaven Ancestor suspended in mid-air.

The newcomer was not tall, and wore a white robe embroidered with gold thread depicting the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, but standing in front of Jiang Shu, he looked like an ancient divine mountain.

The Supreme Master of the True Martial Sect, the Great Wu Dao Venerable!

He stood there, his aura completely concealed, but the terrifying pressure emanating from the massive and violent demonic body of the Burning Heaven Ancestor seemed to have struck an invisible yet indestructible barrier, unable to penetrate any further.

Centered on him, the scarred wasteland, riddled with holes and ravines, seemed to gain a sense of calm and stability.

The Burning Heaven Ancestor hovered in mid-air, his burning wings flapping and bringing up a scorching gale. The crimson-gold flames in his eyes flickered wildly, and his hatred was almost materializing and bursting forth.

Looking at the seemingly ordinary gray-robed figure at the edge of the deep pit, and then glancing at Jiang Shu at the bottom of the pit, whose aura was chaotic but whose foundation was obviously intact and who was rapidly recovering, the huge head twitched slightly.

Its massive arm, struck by the Earth-Suppressing Seal, had its scales shattered and was still throbbing with pain.

"Taiwu, it's been a long time. You're still as repulsive as ever."

The voice of the Burning Heaven Ancestor was like rolling lava from the ground. Judging from his words, it seemed that he had some unpleasantness with the Sect Master.

“If you were here in your true form, you might be able to protect him. But this clone of yours is only thirty percent of your strength. You cannot protect him. This fiend has ruined my imperial palace’s grand plan and slaughtered my demon clan’s venerable ones. This enmity is irreconcilable.”

"Thirty percent is enough."

Taiwu Daozun's voice remained calm, without the slightest hint of anger, and even interrupted the roar of Burning Heaven Ancestor.

He raised his eyes, his gaze as deep as the ocean, and looked at the crimson giant shadow suspended in the air.

"Burning Heaven, how did that seal taste just now?"

"Do you really think that just because you have the Imperial Palace and that demon race's great formation, you can act with impunity behind my human race's defenses?"

"You..." Ancestor Burning Heaven was speechless for a moment.

The heavy force of the earth-suppressing seal was still echoing in his arm bone, indicating that his opponent was even stronger than he had anticipated.

Taiwu, that old fellow, has been in charge of the Zhenwu Sect for countless years. He is known as "immovable as a mountain, with an abyss-like power." His Zhenwu Daoist techniques have long been cultivated to the point where he can draw upon countless great Daos for his own use.

If we were to fight him head-on here, we would lose all our advantage in terrain.

Taiwu Daozun didn't give Fentian Laozu a chance to launch an attack. Before he finished speaking, his left hand, which was behind his back, quietly formed an ancient hand seal.

The movement was extremely small, like lightly sweeping away dust with a whisk.

Rumble!
From the depths of the cracks in the boundless wasteland below, nine extremely condensed pillars of dark yellow light instantly rose up.

The beam of light was only about ten feet in diameter, but its color was like the essence of the earth, with countless illusory images of mountains and rivers floating inside. They were like nine spiritual dragons of the Xuanhuang earth veins, breaking through the rock layers and roaring as they rushed straight towards the Burning Heaven Ancestor, who was thousands of feet high in the sky.

The Burning Heaven Ancestor's pupils suddenly contracted. He saw that wherever the nine Xuanhuang Earth Dragons passed, space was forcibly fixed, and even the scorching and twisting power of his Burning World Flame was greatly suppressed.

Taiwu Daozun's technique is clearly an extremely powerful art, condensing the purest power of penetration and sealing.

He felt extremely threatened; if he were to take the attack head-on, the consequences would likely be far more than just minor injuries.

Ignoring the need to continue his harsh words against Jiang Shu, his divine flames erupted from his entire body.

"The Domain of Burning Heaven!"

The crimson divine flames transformed into an enormous, incomparable fiery shield, enveloping his entire body.

Above the protective barrier, countless phantoms of the Vermilion Bird divine beast emerged from the flames, emitting sharp screech that pierced the soul, and spewing Vermilion Bird True Fire, capable of incinerating all things, at the nine Xuanhuang Earth Dragons that were rushing towards them.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...boom!
Dark yellow and crimson, extreme heaviness and extreme heat, two completely opposite supreme Dao principles and primordial forces collided fiercely in mid-air.

Instead of a deafening explosion, the two forces annihilated and neutralized each other, producing a muffled roar that silenced heaven and earth.

Blinding light engulfed the sky, and the center of the collision formed a chaotic, inescapable energy wasteland that was constantly collapsing inward.

The bottom of the deep pit.

Dust filled the air, but under the invisible aura of Taiwu Daozun, this place became a tranquil haven amidst the chaotic storm.

Jiang Shu had no interest in the earth-shattering confrontation above him.

He sat cross-legged, palms facing upwards, and slowly closed his eyes.

The sounds of battle and energy explosions from the outside world seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier, becoming distant and blurry.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the already formed chaotic space now resembles the eye of the sea after a storm, slowly rotating, weary yet containing the promise of new life.

The World Tree sapling took root within, sensing the complete relaxation of its owner's mind. Its branches and leaves unfurled slightly, and an even richer, ethereal glow flowed out.

Jiang Shu's thoughts sank into his body.

The most conspicuous wound was the scorched wound on his back, inflicted by the desperate beam of light from the Burning Heaven Ancestor. The skin and flesh were charred and rolled up, and you could even see the dark marks burned on his shoulder blade, with the faint traces of the burning blood poison still stirring.

But under the cleansing light of the World Tree, the edges of the necrotic flesh began to gleam with a faint glow of life, and tender new buds, like the most resilient grass seeds, struggled to break through the charred shell and sprout outwards.

The process was excruciatingly painful, but Jiang Shu didn't even flinch.

The greater hidden danger lies in the Gengjin Annihilation Power that has invaded the bone marrow. It is a curse mark left by Jinpeng at the cost of the Great Dao Origin and his life, like a cold steel needle stirring in the bone crevices.

Jiang Shu activated the Devouring Dao, creating a miniature gray vortex. He carefully sucked out the destructive, cold golden light from the depths of his marrow and threw it into the center of the chaotic space.

There, desolation and primordial power intertwined, forcibly disintegrating and eroding this pure yet malevolent force.

At the same time, the warm current of the Great Dao of Creation followed closely behind, like the best bricklayer, patiently repairing the meridians and periosteum that had been cut to pieces by the power of annihilation.

On the other side, the Burning Heaven Ancestor's Blood Poison, which he had blasted into Jiang Shu's body, was extremely domineering. Like countless tiny flame insects, it darted wildly along his blood vessels, intending to burn away Jiang Shu's blood and foundation.

But at this moment, they have lost their support and are exposed to the chaotic domain of the World Tree seedling within Jiang Shu's body.

Wherever the clear light reached, the blood poison, like thin snow exposed to the sun, sizzled and was quickly refined, transforming into a warm and nourishing current that nourished the body.

As the internal cultivation deepened, a trace of color gradually returned to Jiang Shu's pale face, and his rapid, heavy breathing became long and even.

The depleted Yuan energy, like a dried-up riverbed receiving fresh water from its source, began to slowly replenish itself.

The feeling of exhaustion gradually faded, replaced by a sense of profound and solid strength that was returning.

The weariness of the soul gradually subsided, as if washed away by warm water, and the mind became clear.

The barrier that had once seemed precarious to him, the threshold of the early-stage peak of Dao Venerable, now appeared clearer and more relaxed, thanks to his clear mind and rapidly repairing body.

He did not deliberately strive for higher realms, but simply allowed this understanding to settle deep within his Dao heart.

The clash high in the sky is not over yet.

The nine Xuanhuang earth dragons and the Vermilion Bird True Fire of the Burning Heaven Domain are still fiercely fighting, annihilating and melting each other to form a dazzling sea of ​​light.

However, the Burning Heaven Ancestor, who was inside, felt extremely strained. The Xuanhuang light pillar was incredibly tough, continuously drawing on the earth's power. Each time a layer was annihilated, new earth vein power would immediately replenish it from the cracks below, endlessly replenishing it.

However, his Blazing Heaven Domain consumed his own original demonic power.

This place is far from the Demon Clan's imperial palace, and the support from powerful figures in the rear is too far away to reach.

Even more deadly, the white-robed figure at the edge of the pit moved.

Before Taiwu Daozun could even lower his left hand, which was forming a hand seal, his right hand, which was behind his back, shot out like lightning. His index and middle fingers were joined together like a sword, and he pointed at the Burning Heaven Ancestor in the sea of ​​light.

The movements were simple and unadorned, without any brilliance or even a sound.

But the instant he pointed his finger, the nine Xuanhuang Earth Dragons in the sea of ​​light, which were locked in a stalemate with the Vermilion Bird True Fire, suddenly let out a deafening roar, sounding like the wails of pain and power being forcibly unleashed.

Their bodies instantly became extremely solid, as if they were truly compressed and condensed from millions of pounds of heavy mountain rocks.

On the dragon's body, complex earth patterns suddenly lit up, and the boundless essence of earth and stone was frantically drawn out and gathered in one place.

Immediately afterwards, the bodies of the nine Xuanhuang earth dragons exploded violently in the shocked gaze of the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

Boom boom boom!
The explosion sounded like nine mountains containing boundless gravity and the earth's source power instantly disintegrating, turning into countless millstone-sized stones, each condensed with the essence of the Great Dao, forming a series of violent torrents.

Each "stone" carried the power to tear through the void, incredibly heavy, ignoring the remaining flames. Like a storm of stone projectiles fired from an invisible giant crossbow, it swept indiscriminately towards the Burning Heaven Ancestor and the Burning Heaven Domain he had created. (End of Chapter)