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

"Ancestral Dragon, this is the awakening of the Ancestral Dragon's bloodline!"

"Though it is only a faint shadow, it is the true manifestation of the source!"

"Golden Horn, if you can truly inherit the will of the Ancestral Dragon, in the future, not only will you be able to kill Jiang Shu and Jiang Taixuan, but our entire Demon Realm may even be able to launch a counterattack against the Cangmang Great Domain because of you!"

Huangya's cloudy old eyes were fixed on Jinjiao, so sharp it seemed to want to rip his soul apart, and his tone was incredibly excited.

These words were like a drop of boiling oil thrown into a pot, igniting the tense atmosphere.

From the direction of the Phoenix Clan, the red-haired youth leading the group, Feng Chi, had a livid face.

He pressed his lips together, and deep within his golden pupils surged an undisguised apprehension and a suppressed yet unmistakably clear jealousy.

Bloodline is the supreme glory and foundation of the demon race. He boasted that his bloodline was pure and noble, and that he was only one step away from returning to his ancestral form. Just now, he had attracted everyone's attention by summoning the phoenix phantom.

But this dragon clan's golden horn, which he had never heard of before, actually stirred up the chaotic light that drove even the Ancient Mirror of Origin to madness, and was even directly given the title of "Shadow of the Ancestral Dragon" by Huangya. How could his Phoenix Clan save face?
Even more terrifying was the ancient pressure emanating from the chaos, which, even through the turbulent energy, made his soul tremble, as if he had encountered his natural nemesis.

Feng Xiao, standing beside him, was even paler and subconsciously took a half-step back. The contempt she had shown in mocking the dragon race earlier had vanished, leaving only a deep sense of solemnity.

The Kunpeng Clan was much quieter. The group led by Xuan Ling simply watched silently, their gazes as deep as the sea, seemingly impervious to any light.

However, if a discerning eye looks closely, they will notice extremely subtle spatial ripples flashing deep within their pupils, revealing their profound inner turmoil.

Xuan Ling, in particular, stared intently at Jin Jiao with his silver-gray eyes, as if trying to pierce through the dragon's skin and see its true nature.

The appearance of this golden horn was too sudden and too shocking.

If the Dragon Clan truly possesses such a prodigy.

With such a massive investment of resources, how could it possibly only reach the current mere Demon Lord realm?

At the very least, he was a peak-level Demon Lord.

It's even possible that he could surpass Jiang Taixuan at this moment.

What exactly is the Dragon Clan plotting?

Or is there something wrong with this Golden Horn?

A faint, almost imperceptible doubt, like an undercurrent beneath the surface of water, quietly swept across my mind, only to be soothed by the deeper spatial fluctuations.

He maintained a low profile without making a sound.

All other races, whether the wild and explosive True Roar Clan or the pure-blooded demons of various forms, were all shaken to their core at this moment.

The gaze directed at Jiang Shu was incredibly complex, a mixture of awe, envy, and disbelief.

The bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon has long since vanished into legend.

How could it have revealed its traces in this abyss today?
The dragons were the most excited.

Ao Hai and the other dragon youth were stunned at first, then their immense joy overwhelmed their composure.

Compared to other races, they, like Golden Horn, are all dragons.

The bloodline of the Golden Horn signifies that the dragon race will prosper once again.

It is even possible that in the future, they will continue to unify the demon race.

Ao Hai rushed forward and slapped Jiang Shu's shoulder hard, his voice distorted with excitement.

“Golden Horn. No wonder I felt you were different the first time I saw you.”

"Even though his cultivation level is two minor realms lower than mine, he gave me a vague sense of unease at the source. I was still wondering about it then, but now it seems that this must be the pressure brought by our bloodline!"

"That's it, that's it!"

"Your bloodline wasn't apparent before because you hadn't yet comprehended the Great Dao. You hadn't advanced to the Demon Lord realm, but now that you've comprehended the Great Dao, you're like a dragon emerging from the sea!"

Ao Hai's eyes were filled with excitement.

"Stop daydreaming, Senior Huangya is asking you a question. Which lineage do you belong to?"

Jiang Shu's gaze remained somewhat blank.

As if completely stunned by what was before him, he was utterly bewildered.

But only he knew that his heart was in turmoil.

Ancestral Dragon Bloodline?
He is a pure human, and his body contains the Great Dao of the World Tree, the Primordial Beginning, the Wasteland, the Soul, and many other Daos. Where would he get any dragon blood?
Not to mention that ethereal and elusive Ancestral Dragon?!

If I really do have the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon.

From the very beginning, he didn't even need to rely on the panel; he could cultivate all the way through with just the power of his bloodline, without any bottlenecks.

Why go through so much danger?

Why must we endure the trials of life and death to reach this point?

But now, everything in the ancient mirror seems impossible to fake.

The immense sense of absurdity and potential danger sent a chill down Jiang Shu's spine.

Since the Source-Seeking Stone Mirror could not possibly err, what exactly happened to me?
As the master of the Dragon Transformation Technique, Jiang Shu was well aware that his Dragon Transformation Technique was merely a "simulation," and that he was still essentially a human.

Could it be that the Dragon Transformation Technique has become so powerful that it can even deceive Dao artifacts of the Origin-Seeking Stone Mirror level?

Or perhaps, the appearance of the Ancestral Dragon was not due to the reversion of his own bloodline to its ancestral form at all.

Or is it because of a greater opportunity within himself?

My mind was almost a jumble of thoughts.

After all, according to Jiang Shu's original plan, he should have already failed at this point and had to travel between the two worlds.

But now it seems they can continue to fish in troubled waters.

Whatever the crisis may be...

As long as you're in the Demon Realm, there's always a chance.

The confusion in my eyes gradually cleared.

Jiang Shu did not hesitate any longer, even though he had already advanced to the Chaos Realm.

But once he reached that level, he naturally realized just how vast this world was.

The Chaotic Realm is merely a comprehension of the Great Dao of Space, where a small world has been created within the body.

It is not true invincibility.

Above the Dao Venerable realm, there is the Dao Lord realm.

Not to mention the even more ethereal and elusive path to immortality.

Jiang Shu's gaze unconsciously drifted towards the desolate cliff.

At this moment, Huangya had already taken out a black jade talisman with a profound aura, and immediately imprinted it with his divine sense, rapidly transmitting information. The jade talisman then flashed and disappeared into the void.

It seems he urgently sent the news of "the discovery of the Golden Horn bloodline reverting to its ancestral form" to the Demon Clan's Imperial Palace.

The most urgent task now is to suppress the heated discussions about blood ties within ourselves.

Otherwise, once the peak demon lords in the imperial palace arrive, all his disguises may be exposed.

Jiang Shuqiang suppressed the shock and absurdity in his heart, forced a smile, and gave a stiff smile to the still excited Huangya and the dragons who surrounded him. His voice was deliberately slow and carried a subtle hint of guidance.

"Senior Huangya, you flatter me. I don't know why."

"Perhaps it was during the time of his ascension to the Demon Lord stage that he had some connection with the Ancestral Dragon on the Great Dao."

Jiang Shu paused, his gaze sweeping over the various eyes that had once again converged upon him because of his words. He raised his voice slightly, drawing the attention of all the prodigies back to the matter at hand.

"Everyone, now that we've arrived here and our bloodlines have been verified, we should put the matter of bloodlines aside."

"With the resonance of the star coffins and the approaching time, embarking on the path of starfall is our most important task right now."

"No matter how high one's bloodline is, one still needs to grow."

"With my current level of skill and combat strength, I'm afraid I might not be able to withstand even one punch from Jiang Taixuan."

He deliberately mentioned the Spirit-Guiding Land and the Star Coffin.

As expected, the moment the term "Star Coffin" was uttered, Huang Ya, who had been somewhat dazed by the bloodline phenomenon, saw the fanaticism in his eyes fade slightly, and a deep calculation quietly flashed through his mind.

Indeed, Golden Horn was indeed a descendant of the Ancestral Dragon.

But it is also possible, as he said, that it is merely a resonance and harmony on the path of life.

After all, if it were truly a case of bloodline reversion, one shouldn't only be at this level now.

Moreover, even if one truly possesses the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon, it still requires a significant amount of time and resources to cultivate one's way up.

He still needs to complete the task first.

The matter of Jinjiao will be guided by the Imperial Palace.

As soon as Jiang Shu finished speaking, the greed and desire in the hearts of the other selected demon geniuses were instantly ignited. The shock brought by the bloodline was indeed enormous.

But the ultimate goal of this trip is to enhance our own strength.

"Yes, Young Master Jinjiao is right!"

Huangya quickly regained his composure, his face once again displaying its majesty, but the excitement and solemnity of "discovering a treasure" deep in his eyes were even stronger.

"Opportunity should not be missed."

"May all the outstanding talents cherish this opportunity."

Although the future of Jinjiao is uncertain, it does not prevent Huangya from becoming friends at this time.

He addressed him as "Young Master," which was a way of getting to know each other beforehand.

With a wave of his hand, the ancient light patterns on the meteorite platform suddenly lit up as if they had come to life, with complex and mysterious lines extending into the abyss.

A strong sense of spatial tearing descended instantly, enveloping all thirty prodigies, including Jiang Shu, whose bloodlines had been recognized.

With a flash of light, everyone disappeared from the meteorite platform.

The next instant, an impenetrable darkness and immense pressure assailed from all directions.

The ground beneath my feet was a rough surface that was constantly writhing, as if it had been formed by the compression of billions of stellar debris.

All around was an endless void, exuding a chaotic and obscure dark hue. Countless fragments of broken stars, of varying sizes and shapes, floated slowly and heavily in the void like silent islands. Each collision sparked silent annihilation sparks and released the remnant power of ancient stars that could freeze a soul in an instant.

Those forces, like tangible undercurrents, seeped in silently, heavy and cold, imbued with the deathly stillness of time and the terrifying power left behind when stars perished.

Deeper still, deep within the earth's crust, something heavy seemed to be rising—the earth's turbid air, mixed with the yin and filth accumulated over millions of years in the abyss, silently eroding the life force and even the foundation of the Dao of all intruders.

Starfall Road!
This is the only way to the core spirit-guiding land.

The moment they stepped onto this strange and terrifying road, almost all the demon race prodigies involuntarily sank down, as if they were being pressed firmly onto this star-skull road full of sharp edges by an invisible hand.

Those with slightly weaker cultivation turned deathly pale instantly, immediately unleashing their bloodline power, their demonic energy surging forth as they struggled to resist the omnipresent, heavy erosion.

Ao Hai let out a low roar, and hard dragon scale phantoms appeared around his body. Each dragon scale shimmered with resistance, but you could still clearly see his muscles tense, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly, his steps much slower than usual, and he didn't even have the strength to speak immediately.

The situation is largely the same for other ethnic groups.

The Phoenix Clan unleashed their protective true fire, but the crimson flames flickered and dimmed considerably under the intense, impenetrable erosion of the ancient star's residual power.

The Kunpeng clan used their spatial talents to try their best to avoid the areas with the most terrifying corrosive power. Their figures flickered erratically, as if dancing on the tip of a knife, but each change of position was extremely difficult.

The True Hou clan simply abandoned skillful dodging and relied on their incomparably strong physical bodies to withstand the attacks, their heavy footsteps pounding on the star debris with a teeth-grinding crunch.

Jiang Shu, being in the midst of it all, naturally had to "get into character."

He also immediately let out a muffled groan, leaning slightly forward, his dragon aura surging around him, and golden scales shimmering beneath his skin.

He tried to control his breathing, making it slightly rapid, and deliberately made his steps heavier, leaving subtle energy ripples under his feet with each step.

His brows were furrowed, revealing a stubborn determination to persevere and not allow any mistakes.

However, even if it was a deliberate performance of strain, it was still astonishing enough in the eyes of the other struggling demon geniuses.

While struggling to urge his dragon energy to resist the invisible corrosive force that was as sticky as mud, Ao Hai looked at Jiang Shu, panting heavily.

Although Jinjiao was gritting his teeth and holding on, with fine beads of sweat even appearing on his forehead, his posture remained unusually stable.

His footsteps landed firmly, and although his breathing was also sluggish and heavy, it was far from chaotic like others. The heavy residual power of the ancient star and the filthy earth energy seemed to take special care of others, and when it flowed around him, it was slightly pushed away by an invisible force.

In an environment where fragments of celestial debris were constantly being crushed and shattered by an invisible force field, the debris around Golden Horn seemed to fall a fraction of a second slower.

"Golden Horn..."

Ao Hai, panting heavily, looked at Jin Jiao with renewed shock.

"You're not just comprehending the Great Dao and resonating with the Ancestral Dragon. Your combat power is nothing like that of an early-stage Demon Lord."

"Even a mid-stage or late-stage Demon Lord might not be as good as you."

"It's a pity that you rose to power too late. If it had been a hundred years earlier, you might have already become a demon lord. There would be no chance for Jiang Taixuan then."

Before Jiang Shu conducted the bloodline test, Ao Hai's bloodline purity was the strongest among those present, and he had even attracted the phantom of the Ancestral Dragon. However, he was still slightly inferior to Jiang Shu at this moment, and the Great Dao was struggling to protect him.

Another dragon youth cast a look of surprise and envy, wanting to say something, but was knocked off balance by an even stronger surge of residual power, and quickly shut his mouth and focused on resisting.

Feng Chi and Feng Xiao watched from afar. Feng Chi's expression grew even more unpleasant. He pursed his lips and remained silent, desperately trying to ignite his true fire.

Feng Xiao's gaze swept back and forth between Jiang Shu's slightly labored but steady progress and her own shaky protective true fire. She bit her lip tightly, and the resentment and jealousy in her eyes almost materialized.

But she dared not utter a sound, her mind already exhausted from maintaining her protective demonic power. (End of Chapter)