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

"I wonder how things are going with Desolate Cliff. The Demon Lord of Burning Heaven is already furious. If he makes a move against Desolate Cliff, it might cause some turmoil in the Demon Clan Imperial Palace."

"After all, Huangya is in charge of things, and he is also a late-stage Demon Lord, so his status is not low."

"The Demon Lord of Burning Heaven is currently someone who has a high cultivation level but no real status."

Although unaware of the changes in the demon race.

But Jiang Shu had already guessed the situation of the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

This is why he paused in front of the Phoenix Clan's prodigy. As long as he spread the news, there would definitely be demon lords in the Imperial Palace who would turn their attention to Ancestor Burning Heaven.

A demon lord-level being who has gone mad from cultivation and may have already killed Huangya, or even severely damaged the future hope of the demon race.

It is undoubtedly out of control.

Especially now, at the critical juncture of the great war between humans and demons.

As long as the Imperial Palace can hold off the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

For the time being, he should still be safe.

As for Xuanling of the Kunpeng Clan.

No matter how sensitive he is to spatial perception, he is naturally no match for Jiang Shu, who is already in the mid-stage of the Chaos Realm.

It had naturally been discovered long ago, but for Jiang Shu, the more clans that knew, the greater the possibility of taking advantage of the situation.

Having confirmed that he had shaken off all possible pursuers, Jiang Shu carefully assessed his situation to ensure that he had not left any trace that could be used to track him down. Then, he made a hand seal, and an incredibly subtle spatial fluctuation instantly enveloped him.

This time, the power was concentrated and stable, far superior to the disheveled state before.

The moment the power that tore through the void descended upon the hidden forbidden area behind Qingtian Peak, two vast and abyss-like yet completely different Daoist auras silently enveloped and sealed off this space, isolating it from all prying eyes, both inside and outside.

The ripples in the space subsided, and Jiang Shu's figure became visible.

At this moment, the dragon scale battle robe he was wearing had long since been removed, and he had returned to his original appearance.

He had a handsome face and a tall, straight figure, but his complexion was still pale from blood loss, and the ordinary blue robe he wore could not hide the weariness that emanated from his very bones.

The wound on his back had been forcibly disguised by him when he entered the human territory using his powerful control. On the surface, it looked like just some ordinary traces of energy fluctuations, but the internal damage was still there, and the burning pain continued to assault his nerves.

Two figures appeared silently in front of him almost at the same moment; they were none other than the Purple Extreme Dao Venerable and the Great Wu Dao Venerable.

Taiwu Daozun's eyes lingered for a moment on the disguised wound on Jiang Shu's back, calm and undisturbed, before he lightly swept the tail of his whisk across half an inch of air.

One by one, the power of the Great Dao transformed into the purest essence of life, a trace of formless and intangible energy instantly flowing into Jiang Shu's body, gently yet powerfully washing away the stubborn attacks of the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

It should be noted that although Ancestor Burning Heaven possessed the realm of a half-step Demon Lord.

But in terms of some insights into the Great Dao, he is still no match for Taiwu Daozun.

In addition, this is only an injury after all.

Before long, Jiang Shu's injuries gradually healed.

"Tsk, the image of a demon lord? What, has your identity been exposed?"

Who are Taiwu Daozun and Ziji Daozun? Although they had doubts about Jinjiao's identity before, they understood in an instant when Jiang Shu returned that Jinjiao must be Jiang Shu's disguise in the Demon Realm.

Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, Jiang Shu has caused such a great commotion in the Demon Realm.

Judging from the injuries, this should be the work of a top-tier demon lord.

It seems that this trip was indeed extremely dangerous.

But this also demonstrates Jiang Shu's methods; even someone like him cannot capture Jiang Shu now.

"We still couldn't hide it from the sect leader."

Jiang Shu smiled and returned to Taiwu Daozun's side, finally feeling relieved.

The demon race's reach cannot extend here.

He first recounted everything that had happened to him in the demon realm from beginning to end.

This includes the ancestral bloodline within one's own body.

Finally, they came to the Lord of Burning Heaven.

"Perhaps there were some flaws when I left, which the Burning Heaven Demon Lord noticed. Fortunately, the Desolate Cliff helped me block the fatal blow."

"However, I don't know if Huangya is alive or dead. If he is dead, as long as I don't appear in the demon race, the fact that Fentian attacked me will be completely confirmed, and it may even start a battle between the dragon race and the wind race."

"In the future, I will be able to use my identity as Golden Horn to travel to the Demon Realm again."

Jiang Shu explained his plans.

It is clear that the identity of Golden Horn cannot be used again for the foreseeable future.

The Demon Lord of Burning Heaven has always been a hidden danger.

What if the Imperial Palace is willing to side with the Burning Heaven Demon Lord and doubt his identity?

With his current level of cultivation and combat power, if he were to enter the depths of the Demon Realm again, the only way to escape completely would be through traversing between the two realms.

"Hmph, so you do know something."

Ziji Daozun snorted coldly. Although he did not have the strength of Taiwu Daozun, his vision was quite remarkable.

Naturally, he could see just how serious his disciple's injuries were.

Especially upon hearing that it was actually a half-step demon lord realm being who made the final move, the lingering fear in their hearts was indescribable.

Although, as things stand now, the demon race is bound to be brewing a storm because of his disciple's methods.

But deep down, he still hoped that his disciples could cultivate in peace.

"The Dragon and Phoenix clans have been at odds for over ten thousand years. I just don't know if your Golden Horn identity could become the spark that ignites a civil war."

"Unfortunately, this is the time of great war between the human race and the demon race. Perhaps the dragon and phoenix races will temporarily put aside their hatred because of the human race."

Taiwu Daozun's voice remained as steady as an ancient well, but the white hair at the end of his whisk seemed to be slightly curled by an unseen breeze.

"As for the Burning Heaven Demon Lord, he is only at the half-step Demon Lord realm. He probably didn't advance through normal means. Perhaps he was created by the Demon Clan's great formation."

After pondering for a moment, Taiwu Daozun said that even someone of their status might not be able to fully understand the major events among the demon race.

We can only deduce this from various details.

"A half-step demon lord is not a cause for concern. His mastery of the Great Dao is not profound. However, this level of cultivation does present some trouble. Because he is not a demon lord, if we humans were to engage in a major battle, it would be quite difficult to encircle and annihilate him."

"maybe."

As soon as Taiwu Daozun finished speaking, Ziji Daozun hesitated for a moment before instantly responding.

"The Dragon and Phoenix clans have temporarily put an end to their hatred due to the great war. However, the Burning Heaven Demon Lord will inevitably be affected by the Dragon Clan. He may not be able to get out so easily. Hiding in the Imperial Palace is his true way out."

"After all, he is not the true Demon Lord. The Dragon Clan, on the other hand, has a Demon Lord."

"Moreover, the identity that Jiang Shu transformed into, Golden Horn, is not an ordinary dragon clan prodigy, nor even a dragon clan demon lord. Rather, it is a bloodline of ancestral reversion. Even a demon lord would be envious of such a bloodline."

"In a sense, the Burning Heaven Demon Lord's attack on Jiang Shu was also cutting off another path for the Dragon Clan Demon Lord."

"How could that person not care?"

Taiwu Daozun slowly nodded.

"The demon race has been greatly shaken this time; it remains to be seen how the Imperial Palace will handle it."

"It's a pity that this matter cannot be discussed with outsiders yet. Otherwise, with Jiang Shu's achievements, I wonder how many resources he could exchange for."

Deepen into the demon's lair, steal the essence of the great formation, and break through your own realm.

Yet, thanks to the intervention of the Burning Heaven Demon Lord, he escaped unscathed.

Such achievements are beyond the reach of even ordinary late-stage Chaos Realm Dao Venerables. "I have no shortage of ordinary resources, but the other seven major sects are unwilling to give me truly important resources."

Jiang Shu didn't care about achievements.

For him at this point, personal growth is more important.

"Well, you should rest for a while. After all, Fentian is now a half-step demon lord, and the marks he left behind are a bit troublesome. We need to deal with them slowly."

"Come with me."

Taiwu Daozun took a step forward, and a portal instantly appeared in the void.

As Jiang Shu stepped in.

A completely new world unfolded before my eyes.

Giant mountains lie dormant like dragons, and nine great rivers meander through them.

This forms a natural, grand array between heaven and earth.

Countless primordial energies of heaven and earth condense within it.

Each avenue, in turn, coalesces into stars, shining brightly in the sky.

"This is a newly established training ground for you to resume your cultivation."

As soon as Taiwu Daozun finished speaking, his figure vanished.

Jiang Shu did not hesitate and sat cross-legged on the mountain.

His bare upper body still bore large patches of charred black and dark red cracks, and the power of Burning Heaven, containing the destructive laws of a half-step demon lord, clung stubbornly to the depths of the wounds like a maggot clinging to a bone.

It can only be gradually eliminated through the repeated circulation of the power of the Great Dao.

"The wounds left by the demon using the Great Dao of Time are indeed troublesome."

Jiang Shu had inquired about the injuries inflicted by the Burning Heaven Demon Lord with Taiwu Daozun, who was capable of becoming a Dao Lord at any time.

Injuries sustained by ordinary Dao power are naturally easy to heal.

Different powers of the Great Dao can gradually wear it down.

But the path of time is different.

The addition of the Great Dao of Time indicates that Jiang Shu should have this mark on him in the river of time.

Even if it is removed one moment, it will suddenly reappear on Jiang Shu the next. This is the power of the Great Dao of Time.

And this is because the Burning Heaven Demon Lord is only a half-step Demon Lord.

Once I truly become the Demon Lord, there is absolutely no chance of recovering from these injuries!

Unless Jiang Shu also advances to become a Dao Lord!

Jiang Shu frowned slightly as he examined his internal body.

The World Tree's tender branches absorbed pure spiritual energy, continuously releasing gentle vitality and chaotic energy, which, together with the Creation Light, slowly repaired the shattered physical body and damaged foundation of the Dao.

The power of desolation, like the finest file, gradually erased the fiery and violent marks left by the Burning Heaven.

The process was slow and painful, far exceeding that of ordinary injuries, but it also gave him a deeper understanding of higher levels of power.

Injury, in a sense, is a good thing.

Because the Great Dao of Time is extremely difficult to comprehend, he can use the injuries in his body to gradually understand the Great Dao of Time!
Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Regardless of the changing circumstances in the outside world.

Jiang Shu cultivated slowly within his own world.

When the last deep, bone-revealing crack on his back healed under the moonlight, leaving only a faint dark red mark, Jiang Shu opened his eyes.

Those eyes were as deep as an abyss, all traces of previous weariness and dejection vanished, replaced by a majestic aura as stable as a mountain in the mid-stage of the Chaos Realm.

The way his eyes moved seemed to reveal the passage of time.

"I'm still far from it. The Great Dao of Time is indeed not so easy to comprehend. However, I have come to understand some of its changes."

"If I were to fight Fentian again, I would still get injured, but at least I would know how to heal myself."

Jiang Shu spread his palms out.

He did not rush to leave the seclusion, but instead took out a golden-horned dragon body with rich vitality, which was stabilized by several pure Daoist techniques, from his sleeve.

This was an idea that suddenly came to him during his six months of recovery.

Although the essence of the golden-horned dragon's body has been taken.

However, the skeleton is intact, the dragon scales are clearly textured, and the powerful dragon blood has already left an excellent foundation after being baptized by countless rare and precious materials.

If he hadn't suddenly impersonated him, given the strength of Golden Horn's bloodline, even if he couldn't activate the shadow of the Ancestral Dragon, his bloodline would still be quite formidable.

Unfortunately.

Jiang Shu slowly closed his eyes, and his entire golden-horned dragon body was being refined in mid-air.

Above the nine great rivers, clusters of flames suddenly rose from the sky.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the Golden Horn Soul Imprint, which he had already completely analyzed and controlled, was mobilized once again.

At the same time, Jiang Shu's own profound understanding of the Puppet Dao and the Soul Dao unfolded like a galaxy.

The Great Dao of Creation transformed into countless cyan runes, each a hundred times finer than a strand of hair, silently merging into every cell of the Golden Horn's remaining body like spring rain.

Damaged internal organs, shattered tendons and veins, dull dragon blood...

Nourished and reorganized by the pure light of creation, it emits a faint hum, like a withered tree coming back to life, greedily absorbing the power of the Great Dao.

Jiang Shu spared no expense in expending his own essence to nurture the lifeless dragon body bit by bit, repairing the hidden injuries caused by the loss of his essence and the previous battle, and reshaping the powerful framework that a dragon's physical body should possess.

Under his precise guidance, the essence of the Great Way of Power slowly re-condensed and flowed between the textures of his muscles and bones.

This is an incredibly delicate process; the slightest mistake will either cause the physical body to collapse or result in the loss of the pure characteristics of the Great Dao of Power.

Jiang Shu was highly focused, as if he were performing the most intricate carving.

As it was refined, the Golden Horn's physical body was no longer the lifeless creature it once was.

The dark golden dragon scales regained their cold luster, the muscle lines were smooth and contained an explosive sense of power, and the deep sound of surging rivers came from deep within the bones.

The body of a dragon demon lord, brimming with vitality yet cold and lifeless, is essentially complete.

The soul imprint belonging to Jinjiao that was peeled off resembled a solidified golden star.

Jiang Shu used his unparalleled soul power as a guide, combined with his perfect memory of the Golden Horn's soul fluctuations and the supreme mysteries of the Puppet Dao, to divide his spirit and imbue it with his nature, thus reshaping it.

"Edict!"

The deep syllables resonated above the mountains.

The golden soul imprint was completely dispersed and purified in Jiang Shu's vast sea of ​​souls, turning into dust.

A brand new soul core was reshaped through Jiang Shu's refining process.

He really can't return to the demon race for the time being.

After all, once they return, they will be exposed to the observation of both the dragon and phoenix clans.

If the Demon Lord notices them, they will surely die, except for the possibility of traversing between the two worlds.

But what if they don't go themselves, but instead use puppets to orchestrate a scheme? (End of Chapter)