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

"Burning Heaven Demon Lord, how dare you!"

Huang Ya was shocked. He never expected that the Burning Heaven Demon Lord would suddenly make a move at this moment.

If he were still at his peak, although he would not be a match for the Burning Heaven Demon Lord, he would still be confident that he could maneuver and save his life in a short period of time.

However, in order to help Jiang Shu, Huang Ya endured the furious blow from the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

This attack nearly shattered his inner world.

He was, after all, only a late-stage Demon Lord.

Compared to the Burning Heaven Demon Lord, who is already a half-step Demon Lord, he is far inferior!

"Come die!"

At this moment, the Burning Heaven Ancestor was on the verge of losing his mind.

Among all the demon race, no demon lord hated Jiang Shu more than him.

If it weren't for Jiang Shu, he would still be in the late stage of Demon Lord.

In the future, even if he cannot be promoted to Demon Lord, he can still steadily reach the peak of Demon Venerable and rule a region.

Now, although he appears to be at the half-step demon lord level, his actual status is far inferior to what it used to be!

"Boom!"

The space beneath this claw shattered inch by inch, like solidified ice.

Gravel, blood foam, and bone fragments mixed together burst forth from the depression in the rock wall like volcanic ash.

The solid rock wall covered with ancient defensive arrays, along with the desolate cliff deep within it, shattered like rotten wood struck by an ancient hammer under the resentful blow of this half-step demon lord!

A faint, dark golden light flashed briefly amidst the splattering fragments of internal organs, before being completely annihilated by the aftershocks of the violent destructive energy.

Smoke billowed, filled with the strong smell of blood and rock ash.

The once mighty demon king Huangya, who ruled over a region and was renowned for his power, along with the cave walls he had guarded for countless years, are now reduced to a shockingly large pit and a filthy mixture of flesh and bones that is indistinguishable from the surrounding debris.

Melting gold's eyes showed no emotion whatsoever, only a cold, violent rage and lingering killing intent.

Ancestor Burning Heaven withdrew his hand, and a drop of dark golden blood slowly dripped from his ferocious red claws, making a soft "hissing" sound on the scorched ground and rising a wisp of barely perceptible smoke.

Deep within the Fallen Star Abyss, utter silence reigned.

……

Cold stardust floated slowly in the boundless void, occasionally a faint starlight pierced through the thick dust belt, casting brief patches of light on the dark curtain.

Jiang Shu was still in the form of the Golden Horned Demon Lord of the Dragon Clan. He had just broken free from the deadly spatial folds of the Falling Star Abyss. The shattered spatial turbulence was like invisible steel knives scraping his bones, still tearing at his protective demonic power as he left.

Even more deadly was the wrathful, fatal claw strike from the Burning Heaven Ancestor, which, imbued with pure destructive will and the power of Dao principles at the level of a half-step demon lord, was firmly imprinted on his back.

Even with the Star Coffin Projection and Nirvana Feather desperately resisting and dissipating most of its power, the tearing sensation from the inside out still clung to the bone like a maggot.

The dragon scale battle robe on its back was badly damaged, revealing the rolled-up flesh beneath. Dark golden dragon blood mixed with charred marks seeped out continuously, staining the cold meteorite surface with a shocking golden-brown hue.

A fragment of power, carrying the unique warmth and destructive aura of a phoenix's rebirth, was stubbornly resisting the repair efforts of the World Tree's radiance and the Great Dao of Creation within his body.

This was the core imprint of the power of the Heavenly Blaze, like a red-hot branding iron, searing his bones. Waves of excruciating pain surged through him, each breath aggravating the tiny cracks that covered his entire body.

"Although this Ancestor Burning Heaven has lost part of his mind, his power is much stronger than before."

"If I hadn't tempered my body beforehand, given the severity of my injuries, I probably would have only managed to escape with a single drop of my essence blood."

Jiang Shu clenched his teeth, and large beads of cold sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead.

The inner world of the mid-stage Chaotic Realm cultivator was operating at an unprecedented intensity, with the desolate power sweeping through the body, gradually annihilating the destructive fragments of Dao principles left behind by the Burning Heaven.

The Great Path of Fire circulated wildly, devouring the remnants of the blazing flames within its body, while the Pure Light of Creation formed a faint vortex at the wound, painstakingly stitching together the shattered tissue.

The Devouring Dao swallowed the scattered fragments of energy from the half-step demon lord, which carried high temperatures and a frenzied aura, and forcibly refined them into wisps of chaotic energy to nourish the World Tree sapling.

Jiang Shu's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. The consumption from forcibly using his demonic power to escape, coupled with the output of his mana to suppress his injuries, had caused even his powerful aura as a newly promoted demon lord to become noticeably weak and unstable.

He needs to find a place to settle down and recover as soon as possible, and he also needs to create chaos.

After examining the star map, Jiang Shu chose a direction, his figure transforming into a faint golden rainbow as he traveled through the stardust belt.

The speed was not fast, even somewhat sluggish, and the golden streak was scattered and unstable, completely unlike the imposing presence one would expect from a newly promoted demon lord.

The hem of the tattered robe trailed faint starlight and dissipated energy particles, like a wounded beast leaving a pathetic trail of blood in space.

After an unknown amount of time, at the edge of a relatively stable space ahead, several familiar auras faintly emanated, carrying the unique fiery heat of the Phoenix Clan.

Jiang Shu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he deliberately concealed his already fluctuating aura, making the weakness after his serious injury even more obvious. His flight trajectory became even more erratic, and he "crashed" straight in that direction.

These were the few remaining demon clan prodigies from the previous Starfall Abyss trial: Feng Chi and Feng Xiao from the Phoenix Clan, along with two other Phoenix Clan disciples who were seriously injured.

They were clearly waiting for further news outside the Fallen Star Abyss, or perhaps they were trying to explore the outer area after healing their wounds.

When that golden light, imbued with the might of a dragon yet clearly chaotic, entered his perception range, Feng Chi was the first to raise his head in alarm.

His handsome face still held its usual indifference and arrogance, but when he saw the state of the person who came, his golden phoenix eyes suddenly contracted, unable to hide his astonishment.

"Golden Horn?!"

Feng Xiao cried out in disbelief, her pretty face also filled with disbelief.

She had been forced to retreat from the core area of ​​Falling Star Abyss. Although she had taken the clan's secret medicine to heal her injuries, her face was still pale.

Seeing the Golden Horned Demon Lord, who was once so glorious on the Starfall Platform and was ultimately regarded by Huangya as the future of the demon race, appear in such a sorry state, even in a miserable state, was incredibly shocking.

Jiang Shu's figure almost staggered to a stop not far from them, her legs went weak, and she almost lost her balance.

He coughed violently a few times, barely managing to hold back from spitting out blood, but a trace of dark gold blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth, sliding down his tightly pursed lips.

The dark gold dragon scale battle robe was torn in many places, especially on the back, where the fabric was almost burned and ripped apart, revealing a horrifying, charred, and rolled-up wound underneath, radiating a scorching and violent aura, with the residual aura of nirvana!
Around those deep, bone-revealing cracks, tiny, crimson-gold sparks stubbornly leaped and burned—a characteristic of the Phoenix's rebirth flames.

Upon seeing this, Feng Chi and Feng Xiao's expressions changed drastically.

They were all too familiar with this aura. It was the destructive trace left behind when the core power of the Phoenix Clan was stimulated to its extreme. Moreover, the purity of this residual energy could not possibly be the work of an ordinary demon lord!
Jiang Shu raised his eyes, and his usually sharp, sun-like golden vertical pupils were now dull and lifeless, filled with deep weariness, fear, and a boundless rage of betrayal.

His gaze lingered on them, and he immediately let out a cold laugh, saying:
"Tell Phoenix Lord that the gift from the Burning Heaven Demon Lord today will be remembered by Golden Horn. He will repay it when he achieves success in his cultivation in the future."

Having said that, he didn't even look at the ugly expressions on everyone's faces, and simply disappeared from the spot.

The whole process was swift and efficient, taking only a few breaths from their appearance to their departure. They had no idea what had happened to Jiang Shu.

However, the words "Burning Heaven Demon Lord" could be clearly heard in his speech.

Even the Burning Heaven Ancestor has already reached the realm of a half-step Demon Lord.

With such a level of cultivation, why would he care about a mere demon lord like Golden Horn?

Could it be because of the ancestral dragon bloodline of the Golden Horn?
Forced action?

But if Ancestor Burning Heaven were to make a move, with Golden Horn's cultivation level, he would have no chance of survival.

Feng Chi's mind was thrown into utter chaos.

Since Golden Horn has already been identified by the Imperial Palace, how could their clan's Ancestor Burning Heaven, who is a half-step Demon Lord and an elder of the Imperial Palace, possibly think of killing Golden Horn?

However, the injuries on Jinjiao's body were undeniable. The remaining Nirvana Fire was so pure that even this pure-blooded phoenix felt a chill run down his spine, making it impossible for him to fake.

"What happened?"

Feng Xiao's voice was trembling, and her hands and feet were ice cold from the immense unease.

The demon race was already unstable at this time, and if the dragon and phoenix races were to develop a rift...

The matter is big!

Feng Chi snapped back to his senses, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

He stared intently in the direction where the golden horn had disappeared, then looked down at the faint wisp of energy gathering in his palm.

That was the purest trace of Nirvana Flame remnant that he had just extracted from that remaining starry sky using his talent, bearing the unique violent and mad mark of Burning Heaven.

"Go back immediately!"

Feng Chi's voice was low and urgent, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

"This matter is beyond our ability to handle. We must report it to the Imperial Palace as quickly as possible, without missing a single word!"

Fear, like cold vines, coiled around their hearts. With a being of the demon lord level involved, any careless judgment could bring immense trouble to the Phoenix Clan.

But the horrific scene at Jinjiao and the information revealed in his few words made him instinctively smell a huge conspiracy and the bloody scent of impending disaster.

The phoenix clan's prodigies dared not delay for a moment, transforming into several dim streaks of fire and fleeing for their lives toward the imperial palace at their fastest speed ever.

However, not long after the Phoenix Clan members disappeared into the depths of darkness, not far from where they had stopped, the void rippled silently, like the surface of water to which a pebble had been thrown, with an extremely faint ripple that would be almost imperceptible to anyone who was not an expert in the Great Dao of Space.

A tall, slender figure, enveloped in a flowing, silvery-gray luster like stardust, appeared as if from nowhere.

It was Xuan Ling, the top genius of the Kunpeng clan.

His silver-gray eyes were calm and still, like two pieces of frozen ice, precisely aimed at the direction Jiang Shu had left, and the trajectory of the Phoenix Clan members fleeing in panic.

Clearly, everything that just happened did not escape his perception hidden in the spatial interlayer.

In the depths of his unfathomable eyes, subtle ripples spread silently, like the undercurrents beneath the water, revealing the absolute turmoil within his heart.

"The Demon Lord of Burning Heaven..."

Xuan Ling's thin lips moved slightly as he silently pondered the title.

He raised one hand, fingers slightly spread, and gently stroked the void where the faint aura of phoenix flames still lingered.

laugh!
A tiny, wisp of crimson-gold flame, so faint it seemed about to go out at any moment, was precisely captured by the tiny spatial vortex that swirled around his fingertips.

The flames were incredibly pure, carrying the true meaning of Nirvana, and were also imprinted with the almost insane and tyrannical will of the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

Xuan Ling gently twirled the wisp of flame with her fingertips, sensing the destructive power and chaotic Dao rhythm contained within it. Her eyes became even more playful, as deep as an abyss that swallowed starlight.

"Senior Huangya should have been protecting Golden Horn all along, but today we only see Golden Horn fleeing. Could it be that Senior Huangya has already..."

He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps seeking confirmation from the cold starry sky.

His voice was flat, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

His silver-gray pupils shifted slightly, looking again at the direction where Jiang Shu had disappeared. His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of spatial barriers, fixing on the heavily injured figure who was forcibly fleeing into the distance.

"Golden Horn..."

"Judging from his appearance and the aura he exudes, he has already reached the realm of a demon lord."

Xuan Ling tilted her head slightly, as if she had discovered something extremely interesting.

"Even with such severe injuries to its dragon body at the Demon Lord realm, its spatial traversal still retains such exquisite spatial imprints, clearly guiding the way like a spider web. Was it because it fled in too much panic, or..."

He didn't finish his words.

But the spatial patterns leaping within those deep eyes gleamed with an incomparably sharp light of insight.

Among the Kunpeng clan, he possessed the greatest talent, surpassing his peers by an immeasurable margin in his comprehension of the Great Dao.

From the chaotic phenomena of the Ancient Mirror of Origin, he sensed that there was something about Jin Jiao that he couldn't understand.

He remained silent, like a deep-sea reef, letting the undercurrents wash over him, observing the situation calmly.

"hold on……"

Xuan Ling gently clenched her fingers, and the faint wisp of crimson-gold flame vanished completely as if wiped away by an invisible spatial force, leaving not even a trace of warmth.

He transformed once more into a flowing shimmer of stardust, silently merging into the void as if he had never existed.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shu endured the pain and continuously changed his position in the void, carefully erasing his trajectory with the help of spatial turbulence.

If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation level had already broken through to the mid-stage of the Chaotic Realm.

Our understanding of the Great Way of Space has been further deepened.

Under such an attack from the Burning Heaven Ancestor, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

Jiang Shu took a deep breath, and within his inner world, the World Tree emitted a profound and powerful life force.

Every major acupoint on my body was in agony.

Every pore seemed to be penetrated by the scorching and violent power of the Great Dao from the Burning Heaven Ancestor, gradually eroding his foundation of Dao. (End of Chapter)