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

On the Crimson Wasteland, the energy desolation has not yet been fully quelled.

The raging energy surged and churned like a collapsing tide, plowing deeper and wider wounds into the cracked earth.

Although the storm of stone projectiles formed by the explosion of the Xuanhuang Earth Dragon had gradually subsided, the terrifying heat wave permeating the air, as well as the residual Dao principles turbulence that was enough to tear apart ordinary Dao bodies, all demonstrated the horror of the clash between the strongest beings just now.

The figure of the Burning Heaven Ancestor had long since disappeared into the depths of that turbulent energy flow, leaving only a desolate landscape of broken walls and the pungent aura of demon lord blood, silently telling the story of a late-stage demon lord being forced back in panic.

The Burning Heaven Ancestor has actually retreated!
Clearly, this clone of the Sect Master is far more complex than what the Burning Heaven Ancestor described.

With just one strike, it fled immediately!

They dared not engage in prolonged combat with the avatar of the sect leader.

"call……"

The world seemed to be deathly silent.

Only the howling winds of space remained, continuing unabated.

In the deep pit, Jiang Shu slowly opened his eyes.

The gentle glow emanating from the World Tree sapling flowed endlessly around him, like the gentlest stream, caressing every inch of his meridians and flesh that had been scorched by the Heavenly Fire and torn apart by the sharp energy of Geng Metal.

The invisible vortex formed by the Devouring Dao was still slowly rotating, eroding the last trace of cold blood poison that had invaded the body.

The Dao of Creation operates at a deeper level, repairing the almost shattered sea of ​​consciousness and soul.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and although the wound on his left shoulder blade, pierced by Jinpeng's hateful blow, had stopped bleeding, the lingering aura of annihilation clung to him like a maggot, still causing waves of excruciating pain with every breath.

His face was as pale as paper, his vital energy was almost completely depleted, and his soul was like a dried-up well. Exhaustion dragged him down like a bottomless abyss.

But he stood up. His posture remained upright, like a lone peak in the desert, his spirit unyielding despite his many wounds.

The Devouring Dao was like a funnel, frantically devouring all the energy around it, repairing Jiang Shu's injuries at an extremely fast speed.

At the edge of the pit, a simple boot silently stepped onto the scorched earth.

The hem of the bluish-gray Taoist robe brushed against the dust at the edge, without any visible energy fluctuations, yet it exuded an aura as heavy as a towering divine mountain and as vast as an endless starry sea, instantly smoothing out the raging residual turbulence at the bottom of the pit like a mirror.

The Supreme Master of the True Martial Sect, Taiwu Daozun, stood with his hands behind his back.

His face was faintly visible behind the dust and smoke, making it impossible to discern his features. Only his eyes remained calm and undisturbed, as if the battle that had just taken place—a battle capable of altering the landscape of an entire region and repelling a top-tier demon realm expert—was merely a speck of dust brushed from his sleeve.

Compared to the demon race, the human race's Dao Venerables are far superior in cultivation techniques.

Especially those who are sect leaders or supreme beings, they all have the opportunity to advance to the Dao Lord realm.

He only reached the peak of the Chaos Realm because he wanted to explore a completely new path.

A clone with 30% of its power is naturally much stronger than an ordinary late-stage Dao Venerable.

"Can you still walk?"

The voice of Taiwu Daozun rang out, penetrating the space with unparalleled clarity. Every word carried the weight of a great bell, calm and peaceful.

Jiang Shu took a deep breath, suppressing the churning blood and qi in his internal organs, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I would be grateful if the Supreme Master could come to my rescue."

"My injuries did not cause any fundamental damage."

Taiwu Daozun nodded slightly, without making any movement, and an invisible yet abundant gentle force supported Jiang Shu.

The next moment, the scenery of the world changed in an instant. The scorched wasteland that was just in front of them was stretched into a blurry band of color. When they looked again, they were already in the familiar atmosphere of a solemn military tent.

Human Command Center in Riftstone City.

The massive, temporary stone hall did not collapse due to the previous tremors; instead, it appeared even more solemn and dignified.

The spiritual energy inside the hall was several times denser than before, clearly reinforced by a high-level spirit-gathering array. Several generals, whose auras were equally tired but still sharp, were whispering and discussing in front of a huge sand table, among them Hong Yue.

When the imposing yet reserved figure of Taiwu Daozun appeared at the entrance of the main hall, followed by Jiang Shu, who had changed his clothes but whose aura was still weak yet whose spine was straight, all the discussions came to an abrupt halt.

One by one, the Dao Lords who had reached the Myriad Manifestations Realm and were once almost invincible looked up suddenly, their eyes first bursting with wild joy at seeing Jiang Shu.

It should be noted that they had already received the news before Jiang Shu's battle with the Four Fiends had even begun.

However, in such a battle, not only could Dao Lords like them not intervene, but even early-stage Dao Venerables could not get involved.

We can only hope that Jiang Shu will escape danger.

Upon seeing Jiang Shu, they all looked at him with unwavering reverence and bowed respectfully in unison.

"Greetings, Master Taiwu!"

Hongyue Daozun strode forward, his tiger eyes wide open, and immediately looked at Jiang Shu. Seeing that although he looked miserable, he was still breathing, and his tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed. He solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Taiwu Daozun.

"Thank you for your help, Master Taiwu."

Taiwu Daozun casually waved his hand, his gaze not lingering on the crowd, and said indifferently, "It's alright. That guy Fentian wanted to destroy the Dao Seed of my True Martial Sect. Doesn't he even consider his own status and realm?"

After saying that, he turned to Hong Yue and said, "Daoist Hong Yue, now that this matter is settled, I will entrust the subsequent defense arrangements to you. Jiang Shu will return to the Zhenwu Sect camp with me."

"As ordered!"

Hong Yue quickly responded, his gaze falling on Jiang Shu again, full of concern, yet knowing that this was not the time for conversation.

Space rippled silently once more. This time, it seemed to have crossed some kind of geographical boundary directly. Even the flowing light of the void passage did not manifest before the scene before our eyes had already changed.

This is no longer the rugged stone hall of the front-line military camp, but rather overseas in the chaotic demon realm.

In the endless sea.

The Zhenwu Sect's battle camp stands right here.

Beyond the vast island, large ships come and go in an endless stream.

Countless military supplies were transported from the vast and desolate land.

A quiet and elegant side hall.

The hall is furnished in an ancient style, filled with a spiritual atmosphere, and exudes the calming and soothing fragrance of sandalwood.

Outside the window, one can see flowing clouds and soaring cranes.

There were only three people inside the hall.

Taiwu Daozun remained standing with his hands behind his back, as if he had never moved.

In the center of the hall, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a stern face, dressed in a purple robe with star patterns, was already sitting on a simple futon.

The Taoist priest did not exude any earth-shattering pressure; his aura seemed to have merged with the world around him, natural and harmonious.

Only in his deep eyes, where purple light flowed, sometimes as deep as the starry sky, sometimes as flashing as thunder, did he reveal the vast Dao principles contained within him.

The moment Jiang Shu's figure appeared beside Taiwu Daozun, a rare and indescribable fluctuation flashed across Ziji Daozun's usually calm face.

Those eyes, which contained the thunder and lightning of the Milky Way, suddenly lit up, like a cold star that had been dormant for billions of years suddenly bursting out with unprecedented light.

There is the dazzling surprise of finding a treasure after a long period of time, the deep emotion of witnessing a rough jade become a rare gem, and the powerful shock of witnessing a pine tree breaking through the rocks and an eagle soaring into the sky!
The light was so bright it almost outshone the light inside the hall, yet it was instantly subdued by his powerful composure, returning him to a state of calm on the surface, leaving only a deep, almost overflowing glint in his eyes. "Jiang Shu..."

The voice of the Purple Extreme Daoist rang out, like two warm yet heavy pieces of ancient jade striking each other, carrying a long-lost mellowness and a slight, imperceptible tremor.

The gaze fell on Jiang Shu's tattered, blood-stained robes, lingered for a moment on the gruesome wound on his shoulder, and finally met Jiang Shu's weary yet calm and profound eyes again.

He nodded and said two words: "Very good."

These two short words carry a weight heavier than ten thousand pounds.

The admiration and satisfaction contained within, without any embellishment, swept through the entire side hall like a silent tsunami.

However, this admiration lasted only a moment.

The burning heat in the eyes of the Purple Extreme Dao Venerable quickly cooled and settled, like boiling water poured into millennia-old ice, transforming back into a cold sharpness and unquestionable majesty.

That dignity did not come from deliberate display, but rather from the elder's deep concern for his disciple's future and his fear of possibly losing his beloved student.

Then he changed the subject:
"You clearly knew that the Burning Heaven Ancestor was very likely to go to the Desolate Sand Sea to guard it, yet you still charged forward against the Four Fiends of the Trapped Formation. Do you know that if there were even the slightest mistake, you would perish?!"

"Does he really think that just because he's advanced to the Dao Venerable realm and comprehended the Great Dao of Space, he can roam freely in the Demon Realm?"

"The Demon Realm is not as simple as you imagine! Even a powerful sect leader would not dare to venture deep into it and unleash his full power."

"No matter how great your opportunities and luck are, you still need to live long enough!"

"Before you do anything in the future, think more about the pursuit of the Burning Heaven Demon Lord!"

He did not rebuke him harshly, nor did he roar in anguish.

Each word was like a jade ruler soaked in a cold spring, devoid of any worldly concerns, yet striking Jiang Shu's heart with precision and weight.

Jiang Shu had dominated his era, his iron fists shattering countless enemies, and countless demons trembled at the mere mention of his name. Yet, when faced with his master's reprimand, he was speechless, finally only able to cup his hands and say:
“Master, the opportunity at that time was truly rare.”

After all, no one knows that his true trump card is his ability to travel between two worlds.

What others perceive as a truly hopeless situation with no chance of survival.

For him, there was always a glimmer of hope.

Even if the Demon Lord were to make a move, he would still have a chance to escape.

He paused, then, meeting the deep, scrutinizing gaze of the Purple Extreme Daoist, said frankly and firmly:

"Please rest assured, Master, I will be more cautious in my actions in the future."

This time, the Purple Extreme Dao Venerable was truly enraged.

Unbeknownst to him, his disciple had grown to such a height.

Even he couldn't protect Jiang Shu anymore...

This time, if it weren't for the Sect Leader's intervention...

Jiang Shu may truly be facing a desperate situation.

It is important to understand that, as the great battle has progressed, Jiang Shu's identity has become more than just his personal disciple and the deputy head of the True Martial Sect; he has gradually become one of the pillars of the human race's morale.

His reputation far surpasses that of his master.

If something unexpected really happens.

This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the cultivators on the front lines.

Although his disciple had cultivated from a weak body to where he was now, every time he had fought for his life.

Although every Dao Venerable in the vast Cangmang Domain has experienced countless life-and-death battles.

But the life-or-death battle that his disciple had experienced was beyond the comprehension of most people.

Ancestor Burning Heaven.

Late stage of Demon Lord.

This is a realm that even some Dao Venerables cannot reach, even if they spend their entire lives trying.

His own disciple was able to continuously escape from the pursuit of the Burning Heaven Ancestor...

The Purple Extreme Daoist looked intently at Jiang Shu, and finally could only let out a cold snort and say:
"It would be a miracle if you could be so cautious."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shu knew that his master was no longer angry, and he chuckled and brushed the matter off.

Seeing that the master and disciple had finished speaking, the sect leader naturally took over the conversation and said with a smile, "This time, we owe you a lot. You destroyed the array's core and killed several demon lords. The pressure on the front line has been relieved by more than half."

"As long as no demon lord intervenes in this great battle, our human race can almost certainly conquer the Chaotic Demon Sea and a portion of the demon realm."

"At that time, with the surge in resources, our True Martial Sect may be able to make further progress."

The sect leader is stern and unsmiling in front of outsiders, and even when dealing with his former true disciples, he remains silent.

But he was completely satisfied with Jiang Shu.

After he finished speaking, he clicked his tongue twice and said, "Tsk tsk, it's only been a few years, and you've already advanced from Dao Lord to Dao Venerable. It's truly unprecedented."

"Moreover, his foundation is so deep... it's bizarre. He has cultivated several supreme Daos and is still able to maintain this speed of breaking through realms."

"Junior brother, you've really taken on a good disciple."

Speaking of Jiang Shu's foundation, even the most knowledgeable sect leader couldn't quite see through it, and could only describe it as mysterious.

Have you ever seen someone who ignited their own life force, was chased for hundreds of thousands of miles by the Demon Venerable Ancestor Burning Heaven, and was able to stand up and speak again in just half an hour?

It's likely that the inner world Jiang Shu has created this time is definitely extraordinary.

This is truly a great opportunity.

The sect leader recalled the scene of Jiang Shu devouring the Dao essence of heaven and earth to replenish himself, and couldn't help but marvel twice.

Compared to Taiwu Daozun, who had personally witnessed Jiang Shu's mysterious nature.

Ziji Daozun was still angry, but after hearing what the sect leader said, the lines on his face softened a lot.

The last trace of reproach in his eyes quietly faded, turning into deep satisfaction.

He never expected that his closed-door disciple would advance from the mere Yuan Dan realm to the Chaos Realm Dao Venerable realm, which is almost the top combat power of the human race, after the start of the great battle.

Even he himself is probably not as good as his disciple at this moment.

"In that case, congratulations!"

The voice of the Great Daoist Master Taiwu was like the resounding of a golden bell, carrying for tens of thousands of miles and echoing throughout the entire endless sea.

"By my decree, the entire Zhenwu Sect shall open the Xuanhuang Cloud Sea in this boundless sea and hold a 'Grand Banquet for Seeking the Dao' for ten consecutive days!"

"Congratulations to Jiang Shu, the newly ascended Dao Venerable of our human race, the Supreme Profound Dao Venerable! Congratulations to the countless heroes of our human race who fought valiantly, slaying demons across thousands of miles without returning!" (End of Chapter)