You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 485 The Second Heaven
When landing on the second heaven, Jiang Qiu can choose to bring a group of people with him, because he has the blood of the Dragon Emperor, and absorbing the essence of the three ceilings is the key to entering the second heaven.

In this case, he naturally chose to take Ah Xiong, the Nine-tailed Fox, and Yiwei with him to the second heaven, so they climbed up the ladder to heaven. As the feeling of fainting came, Jiang Qiu seemed to see a scene of destruction.

In the gray fog that pressed down on the horizon like rotten cotton wool, dead locust branches pierced the sky, and translucent shadows hung between the branches. The draft swept across the cracked earthen walls, rolling up gravel and hitting the mottled bluestone slabs, making a tiny whimper. The wandering soul dragged its incomplete spirit body across the broken walls, and when its slender fingers passed through the broken carved window frames, the thousand-year-old wood made a decaying creaking sound.

Dark green phosphorescent fire floated in the gullies, reflecting the dark shadows moving deep in the ruins. A twisted figure suddenly poked out half of its festering face from behind the broken monument, and turbid liquid moonlight flowed out of the empty eye sockets, and evaporated into green smoke the moment it touched the scorched earth. In the distance came the muffled sound of iron chains dragging, and the stench of water vapor spread over the dry moat bed, startling groups of gray and white moths to pounce on the collapsed bell tower.

The trembling fingertips touched the half-broken stele, and the rough scratches oozed sticky black blood. The moss-covered tiles suddenly broke, revealing the densely packed finger bones underneath, and those curled joints were knocking against the brick seams with a strange rhythm. When the whimpering wind passed by my ears, it was clearly wrapped with the whispers of thousands of people, but the moment I listened carefully, it turned into a sharp whistle like a sharp blade.

The dark purple sky cracked open, leaking not the light but more ash, which fell on my shoulders and corroded black holes. The rotten remains of the black-sailed boat suddenly creaked, and a half-broken oil-paper umbrella slowly rose from the boat awning. What fell between the ribs was not a rain curtain, but pale hair in a spider web. The ground under my feet began to tremble, and what gushed out of the cracks was not magma, but tears that condensed into crystals, each of which contained a distorted face.

In such a scene, the memories in Jiang Qiu's mind began to play, as if an emperor from ancient times was wearing some kind of information. Yes, part of the Dragon Emperor's former image was revealed.

His figure stood in the air like a towering mountain, his black dragon-patterned robe was blown up by the strong wind and billowed like a black cloud, and the five-clawed dragon embroidered with red gold thread was faintly visible between his sleeves. Two dark sword-like eyebrows flew diagonally into his temples, and his pupils were full of strange images - his left eye was like molten gold, and if you looked closely, you could see red dragon patterns swimming in the depths of the iris; his right eye was like ice in a cold pond, and when the silver-white vertical pupil contracted, it seemed to be able to split time and space. His nose was as steep as a broken blade, and the arc of his thin lips made his whole face look as cold as the laws of nature.

When his eyes fell, his crow-feather eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids. The translucent dragon horns on his forehead glowed with chalcedony. The fine scales spread from the sides of his neck to behind his ears, reflecting a dark golden glow in the sunlight. His untied silver hair poured down like a galaxy, with tiny lightning flashes floating between his hair, drawing electrified tracks in the void with his steps. The nine-ring dragon-head jade belt around his waist held a heavy black iron sword, and the ancient inscriptions etched on the surface of the scabbard were flowing with liquid gold-like light.

The pressure that enveloped his body caused the air within a hundred feet to stagnate. Six-sided frost flowers bloomed where his toes lightly touched, but they turned into red sparks and dissipated when they touched the hem of his black robe. When he raised his right hand, the dragon blood jade ring on his slender knuckles suddenly lit up, and nine different forms of blue dragons appeared faintly in the void behind him, some with thunder in their mouths and some with black ice in their claws. The majestic dragon energy tore the sky into cracks with purple lightning.

The sea of ​​clouds suddenly exploded with thousands of lightning bolts, and purple lightning and blue frost wove a net of heaven and earth in the surging clouds. A figure stepped on the void and came, and the boiling clouds and mist condensed into a solid ice crystal staircase where the black iron boots rolled over. The gilded chain mail glowed with a cold blue light in the lightning, and the clear dragon roar emitted when the armor pieces collided actually overwhelmed the thunder in the sky.

The black mist raised by the evil dragon touched three feet around him, and was burned to ashes by some invisible force. The map of the eight desolate mountains and rivers embroidered on the dark gold robe suddenly came to life, rivers rushed around his waist, mountains rose and fell at the corners of his robe, and nine five-clawed golden dragons rose from his lapels, circling and roaring around his tall body. The black hair that fell to his waist moved without wind, and each strand of hair was wrapped with tiny electric snakes.

"Emperor." The dragon warriors crawling on the ground suddenly widened their eyes. They saw the emperor slowly raise his right hand, and the twelve star stones inlaid on the black iron wrist guard lit up at the same time. When the hand wearing the dragon head ring grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, the clouds within a radius of a hundred miles were instantly shredded into pieces by the sword energy.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, the sunlight in the Nine Heavens dimmed by one third. The sword was pitch black like the eternal night, but the edge of the blade was covered with red gold lines like lava. When the sword passed through the void, the space was neatly cut like silk, revealing the dazzling galaxy behind. The poisonous fire spewed by the evil dragon hit the sword and turned into golden lotus dots that drifted away.

When the emperor turned around, the twelve jade strings on the crown tassels made clear sounds. Behind the falling bead curtain, a pair of dark golden dragon pupils shone like morning stars, and the golden lines spreading from the end of the eyes were like burning flames. When these eyes swept across the battlefield, the weapons in the hands of countless immortal generals suddenly made a humming sound of submission, and even the black mist around the evil dragon froze for a moment.

The black iron armor suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light, and the dragon relief on the armor plate twisted its body in the light. With the deafening dragon roar, nine golden dragons hundreds of feet tall rose from the armor. These entities condensed by pure dragon energy, the mountains collapsed when the dragon's whiskers brushed past, and the rivers flowed backwards when the dragon's claws waved, trapping the evil dragon in a golden cage.

The emperor climbed up the stairs with the dragon energy, and with every step he took, a golden lotus seal bloomed in the air. When he looked at the evil dragon, a red-gold dragon pattern suddenly appeared on his forehead. The moment this natal mark lit up, the stars in the thirty-three heavens shifted at the same time, and the Yellow Spring in the depths of the Nine Netherworlds began to flow backwards.

The mountains and rivers on the dark gold robe suddenly broke away from the fabric, and a projection of a vast territory spread out in the void. The rivers turned into chains that entangled the wings of the evil dragon, and the mountains condensed into giant hands that strangled the dragon's throat. The tip of the emperor's sword trembled slightly, and the red gold lines on the sword suddenly flowed, converging into a river of light that spanned the sky and the earth.

When the sword pierced the dragon's reverse scale, time seemed to stand still. In the dragon's scarlet vertical pupils, the ten-foot-long light wheel slowly unfolded behind the emperor was reflected. Countless golden runes flowed in the light wheel, and every time a character fell, an eternal golden flame was ignited in the void. The dragon's blood splashed on the black iron armor, but was greedily absorbed by the armor, and the gilded pattern became more and more dazzling.

When the emperor sheathed his sword, golden lotuses suddenly bloomed all over the sky. He lowered his eyes to look down at the dissipating evil dragon's residual soul, and the dark golden dragon pupils reflected the reincarnation of the three thousand worlds. When the last trace of black mist was purified by the dragon's energy, the nine golden dragons re-entered the armor, and the mountains and rivers returned to the robe. Only the blood-red dragon ball on the hilt proved that the catastrophe of heaven and earth just now was not an illusion.

"Owner."

Suddenly, Jiang Qiu heard Yiwei's call, and he came back to his senses. It turned out that what he saw just now was just a memory. The one he saw was the former Dragon Emperor. At this moment, almost everyone was in confusion, except Yiwei. Yes, Yiwei was not affected by the various souls of the second heaven because he had no way to trace his origin and was the incarnation of the Nine-tailed Fox God. However, the rest of Ah Xiong and the Nine-tailed Fox were different. They saw some phantoms of other Chaos Demons who had once entered the second heaven!

It looks like a mixture of a giant python and a fierce eagle, with dark purple crystal scales covering its body, and unformed nebulae flowing in each scale. Three spiral horns on its head pierce the sky, and the exposed vertebrae form jagged bone blades, with the tail bifurcated into nine tentacles covered with barbs. The edges of its dark golden vertical pupils are covered with bloodshot lines, and the depths of its irises seem to hide the afterimages of billions of stars exploding, and fine cracks appear in space when it stares.

When the claws swung, the laws of heaven and earth were torn apart like silk, and a chaotic tide of magma and ice crystals gushed out from the cracks of the dimensional space. The vibration of the dorsal fin sent out infrasound waves that caused the mountains to collapse, and the suction cups on the abdomen full of fangs swallowed up the broken fragments of time and space. Every time the tail swept across the ground, the earth's crust rolled into a huge wave of lava, and the light swallowed by the bloody mouth opened and closed condensed into a miniature black hole in the throat.

It was located at the intersection of the cracks in the sky and abyss, and was surrounded by a forest of crystal clusters that grew in reverse. The air refracted a colorful halo due to the distortion of mass, and the surface oozed a sticky law slurry. The sky was torn open with 72 wounds, and the alien winds carried the ancient runes and roared down, but they were annihilated into green smoke when they touched the scales of the monsters. The surging waves of the magma sea solidified in mid-air, forming a group of upside-down blood-colored stalactites.

The eyes alternately burst out with dark blue netherworld fire and scarlet evil spirit, and the dark golden bone spurs on the brow bone tremble with emotions. When devouring living beings, the eyelids with colorful lights will be narrowed, and the pupils will split into an array of compound eyes, and each micro pupil will reflect a different doomsday scene. The single eye at the end of the tentacle sometimes flows with liquid dark matter, and sometimes bursts out pale beams of light that decompose everything. The chaotic saliva that drips from the corners of the mouth forever corrodes the ground into a vortex channel leading to nothingness.

This was an old ancestor of the Chaos Bloodline who had been promoted from the Chaos Main City of the First Heaven. There were countless souls like this. One could imagine how high the dimension of the Second Heaven was. It took countless reincarnations to have such great achievements.

As mentioned before, the First Heaven would experience a catastrophe and cleansing every once in a while. For example, the Nine-tailed Fox's generation had no idea what had happened in the past. So, now that it had come to the Second Heaven, it could predict how many terrible times the First Heaven had gone through in the past to give birth to so many souls.

The key point is that the souls are dead, the second sky is empty, and there is no breath of life. What is going on?
For example, the ghosts and phantoms of the demon clan’s enlightened emperors would also appear.

Lava lines danced deep in his red-gold vertical pupils, and spider-web-like dark purple cracks extended from the end of his eyes. Whenever he stared at his prey, three counter-rotating rune rings would appear in his irises. His thick black sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his brow bones were covered with bronze scales, which reflected the colorful rust color of bronze after oxidation as his expression changed. His right wing was a translucent bat wing with lava lines flowing, while his left wing was covered with purple-black dragon scales, and at the end of the wing bones hung chains that were still dripping with black blood.

The long barbed tail swept across the magma pool, and the molten rock condensed into amethyst clusters at the tip of the blue-gray claws. When he raised his right arm wrapped in bronze armor, the sulfur mist steaming from the gaps between the shoulder armor condensed into a twisted skeleton phantom in mid-air. On the exposed skin on the left side of his chest, seventeen scarlet spells slithered between the scales like living snakes. Every time his heart beat, the end of the spell would bloom with a blue flame in the shape of a red spider lily.

His long dark silver hair was tied up by a crown made of molten lava, and the thorns entangled in his hair opened into a mandala carved from blood amber by his ears. His left hand with protruding knuckles wore a bronze fingertip inlaid with skulls, and whenever his fingertips hit the armrest of the throne, the sound of thousands of souls crying could be heard from underground. The black iron shackles wrapped around his ankles were left with burn marks from celestial runes, and as he moved, those golden burn marks would leave burning lotus marks on the ground where he stepped.

The dark green gem embedded in the Adam's apple contains a star fragment, and the shadow of the six-winged angel imprisoned in it can be vaguely seen when the light flows. The old and new scars on the back are intertwined with dark gold, and the deepest wound across the shoulder blade still has the tip of the half-broken holy spear embedded in it. When he grinned, the venom dripping from his sharp white teeth etched the prophetic words on the rock ground with green smoke, and the magic pattern extending from the lower jaw to the collarbone changed light and dark with his breathing, like a living totem weaving a nightmare.

Even Ah Xiong, the demon who had not yet advanced to the true body realm, was brought up because of Jiang Qiu's support. She saw an ancestor who was related to her own bear demon bloodline and had lived for countless reincarnations.

The giant bear ancestor's jagged skeleton was wrapped in bronze texture, and every bulge of muscle was etched with grooves carved over thousands of years. When he stood on the broken ice field, the snow turned into swirling rime in the boiling evil spirit, revealing the remains of animal bones buried deep in the frozen soil.

The bronze mask-like face was covered with claw marks of varying depths, and three scarlet demonic patterns stood on the forehead, flickering with each breath like magma surges. The sword-like eyebrows were like two broken halberds inserted diagonally into the temples, and under the brow bones were amber pupils, and the golden light of ancient spells swam deep in the irises. The bridge of the nose was once split by claws and healed, forming a twisted bone protrusion.

The dark iron mane spread along the spine to the back of the neck, with the tip glowing with silver light from frost and snow. An old wound more than ten feet long ran diagonally from the left shoulder to the ribs, and dark red bone spurs grew between the rolled flesh, making a crisp sound like metal hitting stone as the chest rose and fell. When the rough palm fell, the ice crystals condensed on the fingertips fell to the ground and turned into ferocious beast claw marks.

The shoulder armor made of black ice was etched with totems of ancient tribes, and a broken chain was wrapped around his waist, with seven skulls of different races hanging at the end. When he raised his huge palm covered with frost and snow, the meteorite wristband inlaid with flesh and blood on his wrist emitted a faint blue light pattern.

Between the gray hair that fell in front of his forehead, two broken fangs were linked with a mithril ring, playing a hoarse requiem whenever the wind and snow passed by. The most frightening thing was the pair of eyelids that were always half-closed - when they were fully opened, it was said that even the northern lights would freeze into falling stardust.

This is the second heaven where no living creatures exist, only shadows. So how do we enter the third heaven?
(End of this chapter)