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

The Burning Heaven Ancestor's golden gaze softened, but his voice still carried a hint of sharpness.

Among the demon race, he believed that few understood Jiang Taixuan better than him.

"Do you really think you are Jiang Taixuan's mortal enemy? You haven't seen his methods, do you know how ruthless and cunning he is?"

Suddenly, the Burning Heaven Ancestor asked a question, his tone carrying an almost seductive malice, staring intently into Jiang Shu's eyes.

"That person is too terrifying! Entering my demon realm has destroyed my ten-thousand-year foundation!"

His words were like poisoned blades, each one imbued with a deep-seated hatred for humanity. In particular, when he mentioned the name "Jiang Taixuan," the surrounding decaying air seemed to freeze, and the glowing beast bone patterns on the stone wall trembled violently.

This is the most direct test.

If the Golden Horned Young Lord before them had any connection with Jiang Taixuan, under this sudden mental shock and malicious guidance, his mind would inevitably fluctuate for a moment, and the flow of his demonic energy might also show a slight unnatural stagnation.

However, Jiang Shu had experienced countless things throughout his life.

After disguising himself as Golden Horn, he pondered and speculated on every change.

At this moment, Jiang Shu's young face looked somewhat indignant, and anger and arrogance burst forth from his dragon eyes. His thick and pure dragon energy suddenly erupted, forming a visible golden energy wave around him, resisting the mental pressure exerted by the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

“Ancestor, you may not know, but although I had been in seclusion for a long time, I had heard of Jiang Taixuan’s name many times after I came out of seclusion.”

“This person regarded my demon race as worthless grass, and even though I am of dragon blood, he slaughtered many of them. At that time, I was just a mere demon lord, and I dared not have too much imagination. But today, if I become a demon lord, I will bear the bloodline of the ancestral dragon.”

"We will surely traverse the vast and desolate lands, and pluck Jiang Shu's head to offer as a sacrifice to the souls of our fallen kin!"

Jiang Shu's words became increasingly confident, as if he didn't take Jiang Shu seriously at all.

The sound carried the breath of a dragon, releasing a violent energy fluctuation that was perfectly integrated with the furious dragon's breath.

The fluctuations were so realistic that even Fen Tian was somewhat dazed, and his golden pupils contracted slightly.

It felt like Jiang Shu's hatred in Jin Jiao's heart was even greater than his own, as if they had some deep-seated grudge.

Perhaps it was the dragons' arrogance.

After all, as the leader of the demon race, how could the dragon race tolerate such oppression of humans of ordinary blood?

After numerous tests, the Dragon Clan youth before him was impeccable in terms of bloodline origin, demonic energy fluctuations, and emotional expression.

The hatred and anger there seemed genuine, especially when he mentioned sacrificing Jiang Taixuan's head; the ruthless decisiveness that emanated from his very bones was exactly what the imperial palace needed.

For some reason, Fentian always had a lingering sense of unease, but even he couldn't explain where this unease came from.

Burning Heaven's chaotic and violent divine thoughts, like countless invisible tentacles, churned back and forth within the vast dragon aura surrounding Jiang Shu, attempting to find even a trace of aura that did not belong to the dragon race or the demon realm.

He even caught a faint, extremely subtle core rhythm in Jiang Shu's bloodline, as if it contained the annihilating aura of the beginning of chaos.

This rhythm...

A deeper doubt flashed in the depths of Burning Heaven's golden pupils.

This feeling was too vast and boundless, unlike any innate divine power of any dragon race he knew.

It is not the blazing fire of the Fire Dragon, nor the deep water of the Azure Dragon, nor the violent thunder of the Yinglong, but a kind of origin that seems to devour all things in heaven and earth, just like the source power emitted when the core of the Myriad Spirits Forging Grand Array is in operation.

No, there are also some subtle differences...

This is the Devouring Dao!

This kind of great path shouldn't be something only the Kunpeng clan can master.
Other races may be able to comprehend some aspects, but they cannot reach the deepest level.

What he knew was that Jiang Shu had cultivated the Devouring Dao!
Perhaps the ancestral dragon of the past reached the pinnacle on this path, but the ancestral bloodline of this Golden Horn has only just awakened.

There is not a single member of their bloodline who cultivates essence through devouring the Great Dao.

How could he have cultivated to such a level?
Jiang Shu! Jiang Shu!
The doubts that had almost dissipated in his heart resurfaced, but just as the Burning Heaven Ancestor was about to gather his divine sense to delve deeper into the core of the rhythm...

"Buzz!"

A powerful dragon might, far exceeding that before and almost tangible, erupted from Jiang Shu's body once more.

This time, it was no longer pure blood and qi, but a torrent mixed with a certain will.

"Boom!"

A terrifying intent, seemingly capable of tearing the sky apart and overturning the earth, violently shattered the divine tendrils that Fen Tian had extended!

"cough!"

Fen Tian's body trembled, and a look of astonishment flashed again in his golden eyes, as if he had been caught off guard by this sudden and powerful force.

That will, carrying an ancient, vast, domineering, and unquestionable sense of nobility, almost overpowered him and suppressed him.

If it weren't for the vast difference in cultivation level between Jinjiao and himself, Fentian would have felt his own bloodline surge.

"Is this the Ancestral Dragon bloodline resisting the Burning Heaven Demon Lord?"

Huangya, who had been secretly observing from the side, was astonished, his eyes filled with disbelief, seemingly also shocked by this sudden surge of will.

Jiang Shu's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body swayed violently, as if the burst of will just now had drained all his strength.

He was breathing heavily, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, his voice weak and unsteady.

"Ancestor, Golden Horn is reckless..."

"The bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon suddenly boiled, and I was completely unable to control it..."

He was hunched over, panting heavily, looking like he had lost control of his strength and was overexerted, which was a manifestation of the difficulty in controlling his ancestral bloodline.

The Burning Heaven Ancestor's pupils flickered violently as he stared intently at the seemingly exhausted yet unpredictable dragon youth before him.

That primal will was so real, so ancient, so domineering, that it perfectly explained all the anomalies.

He wanted to explore further, but his chaotic mind instinctively rejected the discomfort brought on by the shock of his will.

Most importantly, he didn't have time.

The imperial order was very clear: we must do everything in our power to help this child become a demon lord!

The terrifying pressure emanating from Fentian, which had frozen the air, slowly receded like a tide, leaving only an unfathomable coldness.

The doubts deep in his eyes hadn't been completely erased, but were now covered by a layer of cold, piercing indifference. Perhaps, he really was overthinking it.

"That's fine."

The voice of the Burning Heaven Ancestor returned to its hoarse, metallic quality, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Since you are a dragon and inherit this destiny, I will build your foundation."

"Relax your mind and do not resist."

After he finished speaking, Fentian fell silent.

His figure, sitting cross-legged in the center of the stone platform, suddenly became blurred. He raised his hands, and his ten fingers moved rapidly in an illogical trajectory, forming an extremely complex, pitch-black mudra.

The surrounding space was moved by it.

Streams of spatial power seemed to descend from the sky, surging around Jiang Shu.

At the same time, the entire cave seemed to come alive!
Suddenly, countless treasures on the walls of the passageway shone brightly.

Each treasure was like a star, radiating light from all directions towards the stone platform and connecting to Fentian's body.

On the surface of the stone platform, the ancient array of countless crisscrossing runes was instantly activated.

hum!
A viscous, icy power suddenly descended.

This is not simply demonic power, but a combination of the primordial energy of heaven and earth and the demonic energy of the demon realm. It is the core array power of the Myriad Spirits Forging Venerable Array, which combines the power of countless blood and qi, as well as the earth veins and fortune!

These source energies, like viscous dark red magma, were drawn from the void by an invisible force and gathered together, transforming into countless dark red energy torrents. As if drawn by absolute laws, they ignored spatial obstacles and roared towards Jiang Shu, who was sitting cross-legged in the core position directly in front of the stone platform.

Jiang Shu's body suddenly stiffened.

"Uh!"

An uncontrollable groan burst from deep within his throat.

If Jiang Shu could unleash his original mid-stage Chaos Realm strength at this moment, and use his inner world to withstand it...

With such power, it would naturally be easy to handle.

But at this moment, in front of the Burning Heaven Demon Lord, he must perfectly conceal his original realm.

His cultivation level was merely at the late stage of Demon Lord.

At this level, the torrent of energy was too domineering; even with his divine sense, he almost lost control just now.

That sticky, icy feeling was like the shrieks of millions of wronged souls, filled with resentment and hatred, mixed with the most turbid negative energy in the world, crashing straight into his limbs and bones, trying to tear apart every inch of his flesh and blood and shatter every strand of his soul.

The skin's surface instantly became covered with fine cracks, like porcelain about to shatter.

The golden dragon scale phantoms shimmered violently beneath the skin, desperately resisting the devastating onslaught.

The muscles and bones groaned in unbearable pain, and the soul felt as if it were being pierced repeatedly by millions of cold needles.

Any true late-stage demon lord would probably have lost their mind and their demonic body collapsed by now.

However, beneath this deep-seated pain, deep within Jiang Shu's eyes lay an almost terrifying clarity and excitement!
He had dealt with the Myriad Spirits Casting Venerable Array for some time, and even damaged several of the array's key points. However, including his master, the Purple Extreme Dao Venerable, no one actually knew what the array looked like when it was in operation.

As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle." Jiang Shu wanted to take this opportunity to get a glimpse into the essence of this great formation.

Just as the viscous, cold "Original Energy of All Spirits," mixed with countless negative thoughts, was about to destroy his body's defenses and invade his meridians and internal organs, the Great Daos that Jiang Shu had comprehended began to circulate within his body.

The power of desolation surged first, and wherever it passed, the endless resentment, fear, curses and other mixed wills contained in the torrent of myriad spiritual energy poured into the body were instantly melted away like snow under the scorching sun.

They were brutally and completely annihilated, transforming into the most primal vital energy and Daoist essence, which were infused into Jiang Shu's physical body.

Immediately afterwards, they seemed to have found a bottomless black hole, and were frantically pulled into every pore, every acupoint, and every drop of blood of his body by an irresistible and terrifying suction force.

The Devouring Dao is like a greedy giant maw, frantically tearing at the surging torrent, accepting all who come.

The cracks on his body surface stopped expanding and instead began to be slowly repaired by the golden light, which was the dragon energy he simulated. This repairing power was mixed with the essence of all spirits that had been refined by the Great Dao of Devouring.

The Great Dao of Creation followed closely behind, operating at breakneck speed.

Under the reorganization and reconstruction of the Great Dao of Creation, the imperfect and conflicting parts of the chaotic energy originating from billions of living beings were stripped away and discarded, and their true attribute-free essence was taken and reshaped into the purest, most original, and surging primordial power that could perfectly integrate into Jiang Shu's body and soul.

This pure creative energy was partly absorbed into his flesh and bones, and the vast majority of it was continuously poured into the nascent world within his body.

The phantom of the World Tree received unprecedented nourishment.

Its trunk, which was only a little over a foot tall, greedily absorbed energy that was a hundred times more abundant and pure than the essence of the stars in the demon realm, and slowly but steadily grew taller and thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The tender branches began to stretch out, and on the bare treetops, one, two... three and a half transparent leaves with a chaotic color and edges that seemed to be imprinted with the marks of the cosmic star map quietly condensed and were born, like dewdrops revealed in the morning light.

The birth of each tender leaf is like opening up a tiny world in the chaotic space, where rules are nascent, the five elements are intertwined in chaos, and it exudes an even stronger spatial attraction and stabilizing power.

Jiang Shu's cultivation level did not improve, but his understanding and control of various Great Dao rules, especially the fundamental rules of "devouring" and "creation," became clearer and more intimate than ever before, as if someone had lifted the last layer of mist in front of him.

This must be the effect of the grand formation. It truly is a miraculous formation that could make the demon race go all out.

At the same time, the aura belonging to Golden Horn on Jiang Shu's body surged violently, like a raging fire doused with boiling oil!

The barrier of the late-stage Demon Lord, which was already infinitely close to the threshold of Demon Lord, instantly reached the peak of Demon Lord under the infusion of this massive amount of Myriad Spirit Source Energy, and then was quickly broken down.

"hold head high!"

A clear, high-pitched dragon roar, piercing the heavens, suddenly burst forth from Jiang Shu's mouth.

This dragon's roar contains an ancient, pure, and unparalleled domineering dragon's might!

His clothes were instantly torn apart by the violent demonic power, revealing his muscular upper body.

The golden dragon scale phantoms no longer flickered, but were completely solidified from the illusory.

Solid dragon scales, seemingly cast from pure gold and bronze and flowing with dazzling runic light, instantly covered his entire body, perfectly blending with his muscles and presenting a primal beauty that perfectly fused power and nobility.

The golden light on the pair of dragon horns on its forehead surged, twisting and intertwining, more than doubling in length. Profound natural lightning patterns appeared on their surface, which were the outward manifestation of the power of the Five Elements Chaos Lightning Tribulation.

A vast, heavy, and ancient primordial aura of a demon lord emanated forcefully from him! (End of Chapter)