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

Blackwind City, formed by wind-eroded boulders, is a giant transit point leading to the deeper inland areas.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

Some time has passed since the storm in Panhai City, but the shadow of war still lingers over the Demon Realm.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the void.

He had a tall and upright posture, and was nearly ten feet tall.

He wore a magnificent dark gold scale-patterned robe, his face was so handsome it was almost otherworldly, and two short dragon horns, as if cast in dark gold, grew on either side of his forehead, radiating a faint sense of pressure. His vertical pupils were deep golden, flowing with an aura of indifference towards all living beings.

His internal energy and blood flowed like a dragon, emanating a pure and domineering dragon aura, and his cultivation level was roughly at the early stage of the Demon Lord realm.

At first glance, this is a dragon prodigy with extremely noble blood.

The essence of the Dragon Transformation Technique lies not only in its resemblance in form, but also in the imitation and disguise of the soul's origin through the Great Dao of the Soul, especially at the level of Jiang Shu.

Unless one is a top-tier being like a late-stage Demon Lord, it is extremely difficult to detect.

Jiang Shu would naturally not choose to reveal his true identity if he wanted to delve deeper into the demon realm.

After waiting patiently in the Demon Realm for some time, they finally encountered a pure-blooded dragon.

He controlled him with the Great Dao of the Soul, preserved his consciousness, and after briefly reading his memories, took over his identity.

Jiang Shu walked along the bustling street, his gaze falling on houses built from various demon bones on both sides of the street.

These demon bones contain residual demonic power, making them excellent materials for refining elixirs and magical artifacts.

However, among the demon race who do not know how to refine pills and craft artifacts, these materials can only be used for simple house construction, becoming part of a large formation.

The shops sell all sorts of strange items: sharp bone blades comparable to treasures, eyeballs of unknown beasts soaked in foul-smelling liquid, and ores with an eerie luster.

Half-demons of various forms came and went, their eyes mostly revealing weariness, numbness, or ferocity.

The shadow of war permeated every corner.

A long queue formed in front of a recruitment point. Several powerful demons at the Transformation Realm, who had transformed into half-human, half-demon forms, were constantly waving whips and registering the names of half-demons whose faces were filled with fear or ferocity.

Now that the great war has reached this point, almost every member of the demon race is a soldier.

Even half-demons who do not yet possess combat power must be thrown into the great battle.

The air was thick with despair and suppressed anger.

Jiang Shu's target is a relatively high-end restaurant located in the city center.

This place is a pastime for the "upper class" of the demon race, and information is relatively readily available there.

The interior of the restaurant was not as simple as one might imagine. The hall was supported by a towering vaulted ceiling made of polished, huge monster skeletons, and the skeletons were covered with ancient monster script and totems.

The ground was covered with thick salamander fur, which was soft and silent underfoot.

The air was filled with the aroma of strong liquor, charred meat, and heavy spices, and the seating consisted mostly of huge stone chairs or wide, bone-carved benches.

Jiang Shu walked in, and the pure dragon aura emanating from him, even when restrained, instantly silenced the noisy hall for a moment.

Many eyes were focused on him, some with awe, some with jealousy, and most with numb avoidance.

A voluptuous maid with a seductive figure but snake scales on her face immediately stepped forward and said in a fawning voice:
"Your Excellency Dragon, please take a seat here."

He was led to a private booth on the second floor by the window, overlooking the street below.

Logically speaking, only those who reach the Transformation Realm can transform into human form.

However, some demons are born with a natural resemblance to humans due to their racial talents.

There are also transformation pills among the demon race. Those of good quality will not have any impact on cultivation, but those of poor quality will not only be able to transform into human form, but will also have their cultivation path cut off due to the poison of the pill.

This snake woman is just like that; she has only just embarked on the path of cultivation, but she is still much better than those demonic beasts who have not yet gained sentience.

After they were seated, a maid presented them with a fragrant animal hide scroll and asked, "Sir, what would you like to do?"

The menu was written in crooked, demonic script. Jiang Shu casually ordered a bottle of century-old monkey wine and a plate of roasted golden-threaded blood python meat, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the surroundings.

He could clearly hear the low, resentful murmurs in the lobby downstairs.

"Why is this great war still going on? We demons are clearly not weak, but we've been defeated time and time again. If you ask me, we shouldn't have invaded the Cangmang Great Domain in the first place!"

"Almost all the great demons in our clan were conscripted to fill the front lines. The clan's resources were exhausted, and then they still came to collect star-patterned ore. I worked my butt off in the mines for a year, and it all went to the Imperial Palace!"

A tall, muscular old ape with gray hair slammed his fist on the table, spitting as he spoke.

Although he only had the strength of the Core Formation Realm, he still managed to get several equally burly demons around him to nod in agreement.

"Keep your voice down, Old Man Shi, or the patrol team will hear you. You'll have to go to the front lines too."

"Are you all blind? Didn't you see a dragon lord just arrived? If you disturb him, going to the front lines would be the best way to die!"

A gray wolf who looked more shrewd lowered his voice and advised, his eyes nervously glancing towards the door.

"The important figures in the Imperial Palace don't even show their faces, and several Demon Lords have already perished. What are we, these insignificant demons, compared to them?"

"It's good enough to be alive. It's better than going to the battlefield yourself. At least you can still survive, right?"

"Pooh!"

Another demon with antlers appeared.

"It's better to go to the front line! Why has the human race produced so many Nirvana Realm cultivators, and even Dao Lords of the Myriad Manifestations Realm, in recent years? It's because of this great war, which has won a lot of resources. The front line is dangerous, but it also has opportunities. Maybe I can even get a great opportunity to advance to the Transformation Realm."

"Come on, resources? What do you think the front line is? If you only get ordinary resources, that's fine. But if you get too many resources, won't the other demon races come to rob you? Won't the patrol teams come to search? The front line isn't so easy to go to. But compared to the front line, I now know of an even worse place. If you hear about it, you'd better stay away."

"Falling Star Abyss?"

“Oh, right. A month ago, a junior in our clan had just advanced to the Transformation Realm when he was forcibly conscripted to the Fallen Star Abyss. At first, everyone thought it might be an opportunity, but unexpectedly, after only a few days, the soul fire of the clan was extinguished.”

A turtle demon with an extremely high-pitched voice shrank its neck and said mysteriously.

"Falling Star Abyss?"

"Isn't that a secret place jointly managed by several ancient clans? It used to be a place of great opportunities, rich in demonic energy, where one day of cultivation was equivalent to a hundred days in the outside world. How did it become like this now?"

The gray wolf's eyes flashed.

"Who knows!"

The turtle demon shuddered.

"However, I've only heard rumors that this is an order from the Imperial Palace. They want to cultivate the geniuses of various clans in the Falling Star Abyss, to produce geniuses of the same realm who are even more invincible than Jiang Taixuan."

His voice was extremely low, filled with an instinctive fear.

The surrounding old demons fell silent.

Although they were all deep within the demon realm.

However, Jiang Shu's fearsome reputation was so widespread that even though the imperial palace repeatedly tried to suppress information about his achievements, it could not diminish the perception of his power and ruthlessness among these old demons.

Sitting by the window, Jiang Shu, using the pseudonym "Golden Horn," held an exquisite bone cup, having already downed a bottle of century-old monkey wine. His expression was indifferent, like a dragon overlooking ants from a stone wall, ignoring the whispers below filled with resentment and fear.

Only when he heard the name "Jiang Taixuan" did a barely perceptible ripple pass through the depths of his deep golden dragon eyes.

"laugh!"

An undisguised sneer came from the next table.

Several arrogant eagle demons with dark golden wings on their backs were seated at that table.

The leading Crimson-feathered Eagle Demon glanced sideways at the demons discussing below, its voice not loud but clearly echoing on the second floor.

"Jiang Taixuan is just a temporary sensation,"

"This time, the Fallen Star Abyss has gathered geniuses from all races, who were personally selected and promoted by several Demon Lords, with the Imperial Palace's supreme resources poured into them. The leader is not only comparable to Jiang Taixuan, but may even surpass him!"

"As a demon, you don't consider the needs of your fellow demons. Instead, you prioritize saving your own life. No wonder your bloodline is so inferior!"

"As our ancestors did, so should our descendants!"

The Crimson-feathered Eagle Demon's words carried a condescending air, and a deep-rooted sense of racial superiority. Although there was no Dao essence flowing through his body, his aura had already reached the peak of the Transformation Realm. Under the pressure of his aura, those below trembled in fear.

Throughout the entire field, only Jiang Shu remained completely unconcerned.

They didn't even glance at it, as if they didn't care about the scene before them at all.

This information further confirms the authenticity of Xuan Chi's confession.

Falling Star Abyss is not only the key node of the formation, but also the place where the demon race concentrates its resources to cultivate prodigies.

The dragon "Golden Horn" that he replaced was actually on the list of those heading to the Fallen Star Abyss.

This could be an opportunity.

If the demon race wants to cultivate demon prodigies in the Fallen Star Abyss, the resources inside must be countless.

If I could get inside...

Although it was extremely dangerous, it did possess the ability to travel between the two worlds.

At worst, they would simply return to the Star Ruins Realm.

Jiang Shu put down the bone cup, tossed aside a few demon crystals, and rose from his seat, his tall figure gleaming with a restrained radiance in the dim light as his magnificent dark gold scale robe shimmered.

The dragon's might naturally emanated, causing the air on the second floor to stagnate slightly.

The Crimson-feathered Eagle Demon was about to get up to greet Jiang Shu and contact him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Shu simply walked past, as if he had never paid any attention.

Instantly, a flash of anger crossed the Crimson Feather Eagle Demon's face; he had only just begun to feel smug.

Unexpectedly, a dragon walked right past him without a care in the world.

His bloodline may be noble, but what does it matter in front of the dragon race?

Anger flickered in his eyes, but in the end he didn't dare say anything.

The pressure from his pure-blooded dragon identity and the unfathomable dragon might was something he, a mere Transformation Realm cultivator, could not possibly withstand.

Unless... unless I can advance to the level of a Demon Lord!

If I could... in this Fallen Star Abyss...

He gritted his teeth inwardly.

Jiang Shu didn't care what the Crimson Feathered Eagle Demon was thinking.

For him, gathering the most basic information about the demon race was enough.

His figure disappeared into the void after a few turns, and when he reappeared, he was already deep in the heart of the demon realm.

The air here is becoming increasingly stagnant.

The sky is always shrouded in a thick layer of leaden-gray haze, the thousands of stars above are dim, and only the deep cracks in the ground from time to time surge with crimson lava, outlining the ferocious contours of the desolate land.

We've arrived at Falling Star Abyss.

This is a massive fissure in the earth's surface, seemingly created by the crashing of an ancient star; as far as the eye can see, there is no end in sight.

The terrain drops sharply from the periphery, like a huge, ferocious wound on the earth, extending continuously underground.

The rock walls on both sides of the canyon are an eerie dark purple and deep black, covered with smooth, mirror-like molten surfaces and broken structures torn apart by violence.

Countless deep pits of varying sizes and shapes are scattered throughout, like festering sores on a giant beast. The bottom of the pits is pitch black, emitting a gravitational field that devours light and a chilling sense of spatial distortion.

The air was filled with fragments of violent spatial turbulence and dust, forming deadly invisible blades that occasionally grazed the rock walls, leaving deep, hissing marks.

This place is the graveyard of countless stars or other extraterrestrial objects. The remaining chaotic energy and spatial laws are like an invisible meat grinder, devouring anything that is not powerful enough.

At the entrance to the abyss, rows of rugged steel or rock fortresses, bearing strong racial characteristics, are embedded in the cliff face, like giant rivets, firmly nailed to the edge of this chaotic land.

These fortresses served not only as outposts but also as temporary gateways for various ethnic groups in the area.

"Password!"

Jiang Shu was spotted the moment he appeared in Falling Star Abyss, and a message was sent to him.

Jiang Shu remained expressionless and simply said, "I don't know the password, but I have a certificate."

The so-called password is just a trap. Every demon prodigy who enters the Falling Star Abyss will have a mark engraved in their sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Shu, based on his understanding of the soul, had already completed this step long ago.

When Jiang Shu stepped into the dragon race's exclusive fortress area, relying on pure dragon breath and the mark token extracted from the captured soul, there were already figures waiting there.

These were not simple guards, but two young dragons wearing light armor engraved with ancient dragon patterns, with calm demeanor and sharp eyes.

They also possessed the strength of a demon lord in the early stage. They were agile and their dragon horns on their foreheads, though not as gorgeous and flamboyant as the golden horns that Jiang Shu had transformed into, but they were more refined and powerful.

"Golden Horn?"

The young dragon at the head spoke, his voice clear and resonant, carrying a hint of the majesty of a dragon's roar.

"My name is Ao Hai. I received a message from my clan that you have arrived at the front lines. Welcome to the Abyss."

He didn't mince words; his tone was concise and to the point. His gaze swept over Jiang Shu with scrutiny, but also carried a complex mix of natural kinship and wariness.

Dragons are proud, but they are not stingy in expressing their appreciation to those who truly deserve their recognition.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Brother Ao Hai."

Jiang Shu nodded, mimicking the arrogant yet composed demeanor that the dragon captives in his memory often possessed.

His disguise, shaped by the Great Dao of Creation and simulated by the Great Dao of Soul, had long been ingrained in his bones and integrated into every gesture, leaving no flaw even in the slightest fluctuation of dragon breath.

"Follow me. Quite a few other races have arrived as well; they're all at the Starfall Platform." (End of Chapter)