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

Chapter 486 Jedi Heavenly Power

In order to understand what the second heaven was like, Jiang Qiu took the initiative to contact more memories and phantoms, trying to summarize the rules and see why these powerful beings in the realm of enlightenment all died in the second heaven.

Could it be that there is no key to the third heaven here and everyone can only wait for death?
And for some unknown reason, the number of people who are promoted to the Dao realm from the first level is getting smaller and smaller. It seems that some veins have been closed and the upward path no longer exists.

To put it in a more understandable word, Jedi Tiantong.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiu frowned and began to watch more phantoms and images of powerful people.
I don’t know if the first person I spied was the ancestor of the demon race, but his aura was astonishing.

The demon clan ancestor stood on the edge of the cliff, his bronze skin covered with cracked scales, and between each scale there flowed red gold lines like lava. His thick black sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and beneath his brows were a pair of terrifying phoenix eyes. In his dark red pupils, there was a blizzard that had solidified for thousands of years, and at the end of his eyes were lines of condensed ice crystals. When he moved his eyeballs, his twelve diamond-shaped pupils opened one after another, like a blood lantern lit in the abyss, and when he swept across the rock wall, it actually sparked sparks of metal and stone colliding.

The three-meter-tall body was wrapped in purple-black mist, and thorn-like bone spurs pierced through the shoulder blades to form a natural heavy armor. The end of the tailbone extending from the spine hung a glowing meteorite, which burned scorch marks in the void when it moved. The black hair that fell to the knees was glowing with a faint green phosphorescence, and the ends of the hair kept dripping with sticky venom, corroding the rock ground under his feet with a sizzling sound. There were barbed bone spurs growing on each finger joint, and the lines on the palm actually formed a complete constellation map, flickering with his breathing.

The cheeks were covered with dragon and snake scales, and seven ancient bronze rings were embedded from the jaw to the Adam's apple. As he swallowed, he uttered a dull ancient curse. When he grinned, what was revealed was not teeth, but stalactite-like fangs that grew in an interlaced manner, and a tattoo of a seal rune floated on the surface of his tongue. The vertical line between his eyebrows suddenly split into a third eye, and the shadow of a nine-headed giant python swam in the blue-gray iris. Wherever his eyes reached, the grass and trees instantly petrified and shattered.

But the second demon ancestor was different.

In the depths of the illusory dark cave, the bronze chains trembled slightly with the sound of heavy breathing. The creature perched on the stalactite column slowly raised its head, and a third vertical pupil opened on its forehead, with dark gold lines flickering between them like flowing magma. Under the pair of inverted sword-like eyebrows, the cold eyes were as bright as the moon reflected in a cold pond, but the eyelashes were covered with fine ice crystals, which refracted the blue phosphorescent fire as the head turned.

Silver-gray hair fell to his jagged back, with scarlet blood clotted at the end of each strand. On his cheeks covered with dark blue scales, dark red runes spread from the corners of his eyes to his neck, entangled at his Adam's apple to form an ancient curse seal. Whenever his fangs tapped lightly, the knotted muscles of his lower jaw would pull the nine meteorite iron rings that pierced his collarbone, shaking off a hundred years of accumulated dust.

Its long, snake-like tail coiled around the stone pillar, and its barbed tip was carving deep marks on the rock wall. Its sharp claws were like black iron, and sparks flew when it casually scraped across the ground, but it suddenly stopped when it touched the broken bronze wine bottle at its waist. Its chest, wrapped in animal skin, rose and fell, and its fine scales opened and closed, releasing a sulfurous smell, and the fluorescent moss parasitic in the gaps of its shoulder armor changed light and dark. As it listened to the thunder outside the cave, the mane on the back of its neck suddenly exploded, and at the end of each cluster of steel-like bristles, a lightning ball the size of a fingernail was suspended.

When the shadow tore through the sky, the first thing to break was space itself. The sky was like a piece of silk torn by sharp claws, and dark golden light seeped out from the cracks. It was the surging chaos that had been imprisoned for 129,600 years. The clouds condensed into a solid fear, and the air suddenly had weight, pressing the trees of the entire mountain range to bend into a posture of worship.

It was the third demon ancestor.

He leaned against the bronze ghost-faced throne, his dark brocade robe winding down the nine jade steps. His left eye was the red-gold color of flowing lava, while his right eye was the dark blue cold pool that had solidified for thousands of years. His eyes were shining seductively under the blood-red moonlight. His slender fingers carelessly tapped the jade armrests, and the dark red nails reflected tiny blood lights as he moved. Each piece of nail pattern was engraved with ancient demonic writings.

The face was chiseled with a knife and an axe, and was covered with dark gold lines. A closer look revealed that there were countless tiny spells running under the skin. The snow-white long hair was not tied up, but the ends of the hair were stained with a strange dark green color, and when it fell on the ground, it was like a living snake. The two long black eyebrows that flew diagonally into the temples were like poisoned sharp blades, and the turning point of the eyebrows suddenly turned silvery white, as if covered with frost and snow that had not melted for thousands of years.

The bronze lamp cast a deep shadow on his nose, and his thin lips were pursed into a poisonous arc. The demon pill embedded in the center of the black iron forehead guard flickered, illuminating the bone chain around his neck with a faint phosphorescent glow. Wherever his wide sleeves brushed past, dark purple vines immediately grew in the cracks between the stone bricks, and the venom exuded by the dense spikes corroded the ground, producing curls of green smoke.

When he raised his eyes and stared at the group of demons kneeling outside the hall, his pupils suddenly shrank like needles, and the broken golden curtains moved without wind. The cracked black crystal ground reflected the distorted shadow behind him - sometimes turning into a nine-headed giant python, sometimes into a ferocious beast with white bones, and finally solidified into three thousand blood-red demon pupils overlapping with the original body.

Fourth and fifth.
After witnessing countless phantoms of powerful beings, Jiang Qiu felt some phantom pain in his mind. The other nine-tailed foxes and Ah Xiong were also eroded by the phantoms of the second heaven, except for one tail, which was a little bit at a loss.

It was unknown how long it had been, and after carrying the phantom images of countless great demon ancestors, a being with an extremely powerful aura finally emerged from the dead silent world.

The most powerful and eye-catching one among them is Him. The moment He descends, all the stalactites on the earth begin to grow in reverse.

The first to pierce the chaos were seven spiral horns, each of which took on a different material form: the leftmost horn glowed with the cold light of dark matter, the middle one was wrapped in a cloud of thunder, and the tip of the rightmost horn was constantly dripping with liquid time. These horns did not grow on the head, but were suspended in the void, forming a kind of energy matrix that surpassed the second heaven.

Then came the head—if that mass of material that was constantly collapsing and reorganizing could be called a head. Three faces flashed alternately in the light: the front was a lion made of lava, the left was a giant snake carved by glaciers, and the right was made entirely of antimatter. Any matter that looked directly at this face would be annihilated in the strange illusion. The six eyes were arranged in a hexagon, and the pupils sealed a miniature world, two of which were experiencing a major explosion. His neck was covered with scales that grew inversely, and each scale was a prism that decomposed the stream of light shining on it into basic spiritual charm. When he turned his neck, the friction between these scales did not make a sound, but a series of manifestations of the spiritual charm of heaven and earth. Twelve pairs of gill-like structures opened and closed on both sides of the throat, spewing out not airflow, but ancient memories compressed into liquid—the afterimages of those erased civilizations flickered in the mist, forming a mirage-like revolving lantern of civilization.

The torso cannot be explained by biological anatomy. What looks like a chest cavity is actually a crack leading to a dark space. Seven tentacles made of dark spirits extend from it, and each tentacle has a different tail at the end: one is wrapped around a mechanical tail, another is tightly grasping a carapace tail, and the third has strings of primitive ancient wood stuck to its suction cup. These different types of matter are materialized and gathered together, enough to make all creatures within a thousand miles suddenly understand the pain of eternal life.

The wings - if the cracks that tore the barrier of time and space could be called wings - would cause a disorder in the law of causality with every vibration. The left wing was woven from solidified lightning, and each feather was a fragment of time memory; the right wing did not exist in this time and space at all. When it unfolded, it would project an illusory projection in the real world. The mountain shrouded by this shadow would suddenly become three million years younger, and the rock layers would degenerate into hot magma.

The joints of his limbs are covered with bone spurs of dark spiritual charm, and every step he takes leaves a variety of shadows on the ground. His claws do not step into the soil, but directly grasp the direction of the earth veins. The rivers he passes by will suddenly flow backwards, and the waterfalls will turn into mercury columns climbing upwards. What extends from his tailbone is not a tail, but a space-time chain of existence that constantly devours itself. The space where it passes begins to collapse: the stone has both soft and hard properties, and the flames produce ice crystal fruits while burning.

The most horrifying thing is the "existence field" surrounding His body. This is not a simple coercion, but a field that modifies the laws of the Great Dao. In this spherical area with a radius of 300 miles, the speed of light is reduced to 17 meters per second, and sound has gained mass and color, which is extremely heavy and strange. The geomagnetic north pole begins to move in a circle around His left foot. Twelve faint shadows of chains penetrate His body. These seals, which are embodied by the law of cause and effect, break and reorganize every seven breaths, and each break is accompanied by the annihilation of various parallel small worlds.

When His thirteen pairs of vocal cords vibrated at the same time (these vocal cords were distributed at different coordinates in the third heaven), what was emitted was not sound but cognitive pollution. All creatures that heard this "sound" would automatically carve forbidden knowledge into their brains - some suddenly understood the distribution pattern of space from the second heaven to the thirty-sixth heaven, some understood how to use the spiritual rhythm of heaven and earth to build a ladder upwards, and more creatures directly became walking ghosts, their internal organs began to appear outside their bodies, becoming weird and no longer like living creatures.

In the center of His back, 120,000 scales formed a dynamic totem of all demons. This symbol constantly absorbed the ghostly concepts around it. When He inhaled, the shadows of the entire world collapsed towards this place; when He exhaled, what came out was the original aggregation of the spiritual charm of heaven and earth in the sea of ​​stars. The stardust fell to the ground and immediately grew translucent crystalline plants. The roots of these plants penetrated into the earth veins, and the sea of ​​stars appeared on the leaves.

It was because of his appearance that Jiang Qiu and even Yiwei, the great demon that had not been affected, now sensed the change in their vision. They also sensed the unusualness of the second heaven. The memories and images of those ghosts also emerged in Yiwei's mind.

The blue-gray sky was torn into cracks by the blood mist, and the bronze array disk in the center of the altar made a sharp whistle. A mysterious creature placed his palm on the hot disk, and the blood beads oozing from between his fingers were shaken into fine mist, staining the broken talisman with winding veins.

There was a dull sound like dislocation of joints from underground, and thirty-three Panlong pillars burst at the same time, and the flying debris cut his face. In the distance, the moat rushed up the city wall, and the moss-covered waves smashed against the glazed eaves. Half of the scarlet ribbon hung between the broken brackets, whipping the mottled carved window frames in the strong wind.

As the thunder exploded against his spine, he saw his shadow on the array disk distorting. The inscriptions that had been suppressed for tens of millions of years were burning, and fine cracks appeared in the indigo flames - just like the clay sculptures that suddenly collapsed in the major temples three days ago, and the same fishy light seeped out when the cheeks of the statues cracked.

"Seven steps left." He counted the direction of the tortoise shell and moved forward. Sticky black water oozed out from under the blue bricks and flooded over the surface of his boots. From the southeast corner came the crisp sound of tiles falling to the ground. The twelve-eaved bell and drum tower with a pointed roof was slowly tilting. The startled crows crashed into the sandstorm and were instantly shredded into a flurry of falling feathers.

When the last piece of talisman paper was pasted on the center of the disk, he heard a sound like porcelain cracking from his finger bones. The array disk suddenly sank three inches, and the sound of chains breaking came from deep in the earth veins. The reflection of the entire city rippled on the disk - the teahouse wine flags, the black sails on the stone bridge, and the bamboo plaques on the street corners where plums were drying were all shattered into powder in the ripples.

As blood dripped down his cuffs, the last brick on the city wall engraved with "Mandate from Heaven" collapsed.

The scene suddenly changed, and a dark blue cloud was pressing down on the cracked altar. A man was kneeling in the middle of eight bronze tripods, with dark purple bruises on his knuckles from being tied by thick hemp ropes. When the last spell turned to ashes between his fingers, a loud sound like bones breaking came from the sky. The bronze tripod suddenly made a humming sound in the rain, and dark red rust oozed out of the gluttonous patterns on the tripod body, like the bloody eyes of some ancient creature opening when it awakened.

The stone steps in the southeast corner were the first to break, and floodwaters mixed with mud and sand gushed out of the cracks. He remembered the murals he saw in Yuwang Temple three days ago, when the nine-tailed fox crashed into Buzhou Mountain, the Milky Way also flowed back to the human world. The rain flowed into his eyes along the ends of his hair, and the stinging sensation made him see clearly that what was wandering in the clouds was not lightning - it was a red dragon wrapped in chains, rolling, and each scale reflected the lights of the human world.

The bronze jar rolled off the altar, and the wine seeped into the cracks in the ground, instantly producing smoke. He suddenly heard the water chestnut-picking song sung by his mother when he was young, when a bronze bell of a water-avoiding beast was hung on the bow of the black-sailed boat. But now the waves had already flooded over the last three steps, and the jade-like water splashed on the bronze tripod, making a shrill sound like a broken bell.

When his fingertips touched the jade pendant on his waist, a low roar of Kui Niu came from the ground. The whole altar began to tilt. He staggered and grabbed the stone tablet engraved with the twenty-eight constellations. He saw his face reflected in the bronze tripod being eaten away by rust. When the first drop of red rain fell on his forehead, the sound of golden swords clashing came from deep in the clouds, as if thousands of heavenly soldiers were cutting off the vines that ascended to the sky.

When the tide submerged his ankles, he suddenly understood that the coiled dragon patterns on the tiles were actually prophecies trapped between heaven and earth. When the last thunderbolt split the central bronze tripod, stars fell into the surging flood, just like the ancient gods taking away the last soul-guiding lamp hanging in the mortal world.

Jedi Tiantong.
(End of this chapter)