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

More importantly, it involves taking risks when entering.

Not only can it grant one a massive amount of power, but it can also provide an opportunity to delve into the core operating mechanism of the Demon Race's Myriad Spirits Forging Array, and even use it in reverse to plant seeds that might come in handy someday.

Almost the instant the last word of Huangya was uttered, Jiang Shu, in his golden horn form, suddenly opened his dragon eyes.

There was no fear or hesitation in those golden, vertical pupils; all thoughts were disguised.

Even his voice began to carry an intense, suppressed, and pure burning killing intent and greed.

The greed in his eyes not only reflects his inner thoughts, but also perfectly matches his current identity as a dragon.

"Can!"

Jiang Shu's thoughts were like a sharp blade cleaving through the void, resolutely and forcefully carving into the depths of the desolate sea of ​​consciousness.

"Once I emerge from seclusion, the first thing I will do is set foot on the front lines of the human race, take Jiang Taixuan's head, and make it the first sacrifice for me, Golden Horn, to establish my authority over the world!"

The voice was both cold and fervent, perfectly matching the extreme ambition of a dragon prodigy bursting forth under immense temptation and pressure.

"Good good!"

Three divine thoughts exploded in Jiang Shu's heart lake in succession from the desolate cliff, and his joy almost broke through his disguise.

Within his withered body, the life force, which had been like stagnant water, surged!
"With such ambition from Young Master Golden Horn, the demon race is fortunate! The Imperial Palace is fortunate!"

"In that case, the spirit summoning shall begin!"

He didn't say anything more, abruptly cut off the telepathic communication, and instantly focused all his energy on activating the massive and terrifying matrix beneath his feet.

At the same moment, deep within the Imperial Palace at the heart of the profound Demon Realm, the ancient altar suspended above the Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Demons shone with intense crimson light.

The desolate cliffs, with their cries like the collision of ten thousand years of ice, carrying the name "Golden Horn," swept across the entire Falling Star Abyss like an invisible tidal wave, and through the secret techniques of the Imperial Palace, spread at an unimaginable speed to every corner of the vast star field controlled by the demon race and the front lines.

"Our race has witnessed the radiant sun appear in the world!"

"The Golden Horned Young Lord of the Dragon Clan, bearing the shadow of the Ancestral Dragon, has activated the Chaos Pillar of Light from the Ancient Mirror of Origin, illuminating the deep valleys of the Demon Realm. This is truly a miracle unprecedented in all time!"

"He is destined by Heaven to be the one to lead our demon race. Jiang Taixuan of the human race will surely fall at the hands of the Golden Horned Young Lord!"

"The baptism of the Star Abyss is already underway. The day that Young Lord Golden Horn emerges from seclusion will be the day Tai Xuan is beheaded!"

"All spirits of the demon realm should celebrate together!"

The news spread throughout every territory of the demon race in a very short time, like a blazing spark thrown into a long-suppressed pile of dry tinder.

In an ancient demon fortress built from giant beast bones on the front line, an atmosphere of gloom and exhaustion originally permeated the air.

As this wave of thought, imbued with supreme majesty, swept across, countless half-demons and ordinary transformed demons suddenly raised their heads. Their eyes, which had been filled with despair due to repeated defeats, first showed disbelief, then erupted with fanatical flames.

"The bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon!"

A wolf-like demon in the Transformation Realm, wielding a treasure he had stolen from a human cultivator, shouted hoarsely, his voice trembling with excitement.

"If he truly possesses the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon, what is there for Jiang Taixuan to fear!"

Beside them stood a turtle demon with a shell on its back, its deep voice filled with a long-suppressed desire.

His entire clan was almost wiped out in this great war.

They couldn't help but hate human cultivators!
"Young Master Jinjiao!"

"Kill Jiang Taixuan!"

Deep within the fortress, even more earth-shattering roars resounded, as the demon lords, terrified and frustrated by Jiang Shu's slaughter, vented their frustrations.

Even the Demon Lord was invigorated!
For a long time, Jiang Taixuan's name has been like a nightmare, suffocating the younger generation of the demon race and causing repeated heavy blows to the front lines.

At this moment, the Imperial Palace personally announced the emergence of a dragon clan prodigy who was comparable to Jiang Taixuan and even dubbed his "arch-nemesis." How could this not make their blood boil?
The fervent shouts spread like wildfire to other outposts.

Countless demon strongholds erupted in frenzied roars, the sounds of clashing weapons and beating war drums intertwined, and the suppressed morale soared like a powder keg that had been ignited.

Even the half-demon who chose the demon race believed that their choice was finally the right one!

However, amidst this near-frenzied excitement, not all demons lost their minds.

Some old demons who had experienced many battles, or demon lords with deep thoughts, after a brief moment of excitement, had a hint of doubt quietly flashing in the depths of their eyes.

"Golden Horn?"

"I have never heard of such a person in the dragon race before."

"Is what the Imperial Palace said really reliable? Jiang Taixuan's achievements were truly built from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!"

Many powerful demons also expressed their doubts, after all, compared to a so-called young lord who had never been heard of before, Jiang Shu's battle record was more real and made people feel suffocated.

"The Ancient Mirror of Origin, the Pillar of Chaos, the Shadow of the Ancestral Dragon—these things sound impressive, but we've never heard of them before. Could they be something the Imperial Palace made up to boost morale?"

Ever since the Dragon Lord's clone failed and the Burning Heaven Ancestor's two attempts to kill Jiang Shu were unsuccessful, the credibility of the Imperial Palace's words had plummeted. Now, the sudden appearance of a Golden Horned Young Lord was truly unbelievable.

Not to mention, according to the information, the Golden Horned Young Lord is only at the Demon Lord realm.

"I hope it's true. If this Golden Horn can really stand up to Jiang Taixuan, then our demon race will have a chance to turn the tide."

The pressure Jiang Shu exerted was immense. Even many Dao Venerables who had reached the mid-stage of the Chaotic Realm were far less intimidating to the demon race than Jiang Shu.

These doubts were drowned out by the deafening cheers, yet they flowed quietly like an undercurrent.

……

The front line of the human race, the command center of the True Martial Sect, Qingtian Peak.

Above the void, in front of the enormous war map, the atmosphere suddenly became as heavy as lead.

When the Dao Lords stationed in one area received the intelligence report from the Demon Realm, their expressions turned solemn upon seeing the words "Ancestral Dragon Bloodline" and "Slay Jiang Taixuan".

The orderly rhythm of the proceedings inside the hall was disrupted, and a sense of tension, as if being targeted by a powerful enemy, silently spread.

"Golden Horn of the Dragon Clan..."

"Pure-blooded dragons are already incredibly powerful, almost all of them destined to reach the Demon Lord realm. If they truly possess the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon, they might even advance further. Indeed, annihilating the demon race is by no means easy."

Many demons don't know what this Ancient Mirror of Origin is, but some ancient Dao Lords can find out from their sect's records.

A long-bearded Daoist gasped, his finger unconsciously tapping on the glaring words on the briefing.

"How dare the Imperial Palace claim the title of 'arch-enemy' of the Supreme Daoist Master Tai Xuan?"

Where does their confidence come from?

Beside him, a Dao Lord who had reached the peak of the Myriad Manifestations Realm stroked his long beard, his eyes sharp.

"The Ancient Mirror of Origin is a treasure of the demon race, said to be able to see the origin of one's bloodline."

"The purity of Golden Horn's bloodline must be extraordinary to be able to trigger the pillar of chaos."

"The demon race seems to be suffering repeated defeats, but we all know that they haven't used their true strength. Now it seems that this Golden Horn must be one of the demon race's strengths, and they must have been cultivating it for a long time."

"I wonder if Daoist Taixuan has made any further progress during his seclusion these past few days."

"As long as Daoist Tai Xuan continues to make progress, even if that Golden Horned One has the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon, he can still suppress it steadily."

Although the Dao Lords all knew of Jiang Shu's achievements, none of them underestimated the current state of the demon race. Their worried whispers echoed in the hall, their gazes involuntarily drawn to the main seat.

Behind the enormous jade table, the Purple Extreme Daoist sat upright, his face ashen.

He held a delicate teacup in one hand and sipped slowly.

His gaze fell on the briefing, but it seemed to penetrate the paper and see a figure deep in the distant Star Abyss being carefully nurtured by the old monsters of the demon race as a "supreme treasure".

These Dao Lords all assumed that Jiang Shu was still in seclusion.

Only he and the Taiwu Sect Leader knew that Jiang Shu had already ventured deep into the Demon Realm.

It seems that this trip was indeed more dangerous than he had imagined.

The Purple Extreme Dao Venerable remained calm. His cultivation level was not considered extremely high among Dao Venerables. Even now, he was only slightly outstanding among Dao Venerables at the early stage of the Chaotic Realm.

However, with the rise of their disciple Jiang Shu, the status of their Zhenwu Sect gradually improved.

He demonstrated absolute ability to deploy troops and handle affairs.

Having mastered the intelligence network of the human race, they had long since memorized the names of most of the young prodigies of the entire demon race.

But I've never heard of the name Golden Horn.

Could it be that this golden horn has been hidden deep within the imperial palace all along?

In fact, they were noticed and nurtured by the demon lords very early on.

Countless thoughts swirled through my mind.

Just then, an extremely condensed and penetrating wave of divine thought ignored the layers of restrictions on Qingtian Peak and accurately entered the sea of ​​consciousness of Ziji Daozun.

This fluctuation carried the unique "Dongxu" Daoist charm of the Dao Yi Sect, peaceful yet not to be ignored.

Fellow Daoist Ziji, urgent news from the Demon Clan Imperial Palace: Golden Horn, the newly promoted prodigy of the Dragon Clan, has triggered a chaotic phenomenon in the Ancient Mirror of Origin in Falling Star Abyss, and has been identified as the sworn enemy of Tai Xuan by the Demon Lord of Desolate Cliff.

This news has spread throughout the demon realm, greatly boosting morale.

Details are attached below. We hope your clan will carefully review them and take appropriate measures as soon as possible.

This is a message from the Supreme Master of the Dao Yi Sect.

As a top sect of the human race, Dao Yi Sect has an intelligence network that extends deep into the demon realm.

The Imperial Palace's high-profile publicity was immediately detected and relayed back by their undercover agents.

The leader of the Dao Yi Sect knew the importance of this matter, especially since it concerned Jiang Taixuan, so he personally sent a message to the Purple Extreme Dao Venerable.

The Purple Extreme Daoist paused very slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

The delicate touch of the rim of the cup is palpable.

Beside him, the figure of Taiwu Daozun, dressed in a black and yellow Daoist robe, silently appeared.

He naturally received the same message through his own channels.

He also had concerns about Jiang Shu.

However, neither of them had ever imagined that Jinjiao might be Jiang Shu.

After all, the demon race has countless methods at their disposal.

In weapon crafting, alchemy, talisman making, and grand formations, they may not be as skilled as the human race.

But in terms of bloodline, their lineage spans an even longer period.

There could be a misjudgment of bloodline.

If the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon were to truly come true...

Once they grow up, even Jiang Shu might not be as good as them.

After all, they all knew clearly from the sect's records just how powerful the Ancestral Dragon of the Demon Realm was.

Even the Dao Lords of the eight major sects at that time did not dare to join forces against them!
Ziji Daozun raised his eyelids expressionlessly; at this moment, he naturally could not express his inner emotions.

He glanced around the hall at the Dao Lords who were tense and worried, waiting for the highest instructions, and uttered only one word, his voice as steady as a mountain, without any ripples.

"Wait."

This word seems to contain boundless composure.

It was as if everything that happened between the demonic Golden Horn, who was listed as a sworn enemy by the Imperial Palace and was about to arouse endless expectations among the demon race, and the Tai Xuan Dao Venerable, who was ruthless and unrestrained, was just a trivial matter that could be ignored and observed.

Zi Ji's gaze returned to the surface of the teacup, looking at her own calm and unwavering face reflected in it.

Tension and anxiety still permeated the main hall. The Dao Lords took deep breaths and ceased their discussion.

After all, compared to understanding Tai Xuan Dao Zun.

How could any of them compare to the master of the Supreme Daoist Master Tai Xuan?

……

In the Falling Star Abyss, Jiang Shu had already reached an agreement with Huang Ya.

The remnants of the ancient star and the turbid air of the earth, like two surging millstones, began to relentlessly crush and wash over every body on the meteorite platform.

The remnants of the ancient star burned like molten lava, while the earth's turbid air was as cold as a chilling current from the deepest hell. These were two terrifying forces that were diametrically opposed yet shared the same origin and essence.

All the prodigies on the stage followed Huang Ya's instructions, restraining their protective magic and supernatural powers, and using only their physical bodies to confront this immense force.

Almost every prodigy who manages to reach this place has already honed their physical body to its limit.

They can all be compared to the Dao artifacts cultivated by humans.

Even worse.

Even so, in an instant, the excruciating pain felt like millions of red-hot steel needles piercing every inch of muscle and skin, or like a cold chisel scraping fiercely across the depths of the soul.

Not to mention the demon lords around them.

Even with Jiang Shu's current Dao Venerable early stage physique, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Although his physique has not yet been fully developed, it already surpasses that of most peak-level demon lords.

Even so, I started to feel some stinging pain all over my body.

Immediately afterwards, fine cracks instantly spread across the surface of the skin, like porcelain about to shatter. The dark golden blood that had just seeped out was evaporated by the violent energy, turning into a fine blood mist that spread out.

However, amidst this almost tearing pain, Jiang Shu keenly sensed something unusual.

The remnant power of the ancient star was domineering and fierce, impacting the flesh and blood barrier, but the turbid earth energy that lay dormant even deeper carried a heavy force of decay and erosion.

To Jiang Shu's surprise, when this turbid energy washed over his body and seeped into his flesh, it did not bring the expected severe pollution and damage. Instead, it was like cold spring water washing away silt, slowly taking away some extremely subtle and complex Dao power in his body that he himself had not completely dispelled or noticed, or even some minor flaws accumulated from his early cultivation.

"Tsk..."

It seems that his choice was not wrong!
His opportunity lay in venturing deep into the demon realm. (End of Chapter)