Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Every movement was not an abrupt disappearance and reappearance like teleportation, but a more mysterious way, his figure became blurred, as if melting and dissipating in place, while clearly condensing in a new location.

In other words, Jiang Shu’s flickering figure wasn’t reliant on speed beyond human eyes, but resembled "space jumping".

He was using space, familiarizing himself repeatedly with the newly mastered Space Law.

Walking through spatial rifts, the previously violent space turbulence brushed past him like a gentle breeze.

With a casual flick, he could condense an almost invisible fragment of space at his fingertips, imbued with his own Sharpness Law, its power sufficient to silently cut through the protective defenses of the most top-tier Tenth Realm experts.

In the Cang Mang Domain, even if hundreds of Demon Monarchs were to gang up on him, they would perish at Jiang Shu’s single flick!

An unprecedented power was brewing and advancing within this brand-new physique.

The world within his body was like a gigantic black hole, constantly absorbing and releasing the vast Primordial Qi of the Star Ruins Realm.

The previous battles’ depletion of vital energy and blood had long been recovered.

Jiang Shu’s Divine Sense extended outwards, under the application of Space Law, expanding his coverage range by hundreds of times.

Yet, this was not the end.

Jiang Shu’s gaze finally settled deep in the core of this planet.

Even through thick rock, he could still clearly feel and see the already dead Star Core.

With a thought, an immense invisible Space Power disregarded material obstacles and instantly penetrated the rock layers, descending directly upon the cooling star core!

Boom!!!

This attack made the entire desolate star tremble violently and painfully.

Deep seismic waves surged from the planet’s core, tearing apart the stable crust structure of billions of years.

The planet’s surface was like a shattered eggshell, with countless terrifying gorges spreading thousands of miles wide in an instant, pitch-black Abysses appearing out of nowhere, unfathomably deep.

Volcanoes after a million years of silence were forced to awaken, spewing massive columns of lava and ash, staining the already dim sky red.

Countless boulders soared in the weightless Void, colliding like a silent requiem of destruction.

The traces of energy remaining in the core of this already dead star were completely aroused and exploded by the intangible might of space.

This intense explosion lasted for dozens of breaths before gradually calming down.

This desolate planet had become unrecognizable, as if it had experienced a catastrophe.

Jiang Shu still hovered in the initial position, not a speck of dust on him.

To him, this planet-shaking experiment was merely a practice in testing the precision of power control.

If he really wanted to destroy it, he wouldn’t even need a Star Artifact, just a simple punch would be enough to shatter this star that died countless years ago.

The Venerable Realm had already been reached, his entire body filled with unprecedented power.

Yet it was precisely because of this immense power that Jiang Shu couldn’t perfectly control it and his Dao Practice, hence he needed time to consolidate it.

Until he identified his shortcomings, he left this shattered realm he had disturbed, returning to the Eternal Tower.

Eternal Tower, Eighth Floor Space.

This was an independent space, possessing only eternal silence.

In the outside world, only a moment passed, yet inside the tower, several days had flowed.

Jiang Shu sat meditating at the center of the Crystal Stone platform he created, inscribed with the secret texts of space, calming his heart and observing his body inwardly.

The Venerable Realm is not the end of the Dao, but the beginning of mastery.

The power within him was like a river breaching a dam, surging turbulently, but to let it flow smoothly through his meridians required meticulous solidification and expansion.

His Divine Sense flowed like a murmuring stream, coursing through every inch of his meridians.

With each breath, the Dao Rhyme and Primordial Qi around him surged in like a whale’s gulp, repeatedly refining in the chain of laws that connected the heavens and the earth behind him.

It then transformed into purer Origin, merging into his blood, bones, and vital organs, making the newly born Venerable Dao Body increasingly resilient and ethereal.

Consolidating cultivation is not just about filling the gaps in one’s Dao Practice, but also repeatedly comprehending the realm and deeply sorting the laws.

His consciousness immersed itself in the world embryo that he had just opened within himself.

This world embryo originated from the projection of the Black Stone Core Dao Pattern, a peculiar space hovering between reality and illusion, blur and chaos.

Jiang Shu’s Divine Thought explored the world embryo as if he were a creator, understanding the texture and pulse of the space itself within the world.

He tried to make this world embryo more stable, its structure clearer.

Each attempt was accompanied by a deeper understanding of the essence of space, resonating and integrating with the previously refined absorbed Black Stone Origin.

Simultaneously, he took out the World Tree Seedling said to be rarely seen in ten thousand years.

This seedling, after leaving the Saint Tomb, appeared withered and weak, the two small leaves with a mysterious yellowish-blue hue even more withered than before.

Yet this time, when Jiang Shu gently infused his vast Dao Rhyme from entering the Venerable Realm, this seedling visibly changed.

The veins of the leaves seemed clearer, a barely perceptible but infinitely vital Dao Rhyme emitted, swirling around Jiang Shu.

This very weak Dao Rhyme slowly drilled into the depths of Jiang Shu’s body along his limbs and bones, entangling with his internal Creation Law, even causing the Law of Power and Taichu Law from the Strongest Laws to stir faintly.

Jiang Shu cautiously guided this link, sensing the apparent inconspicuous harmony between this ray of Dao Rhyme and his own path of movement.

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Cang Mang Domain.

Chaotic Demon Sea, Human Race frontline, Lin Yuan City True Martial Sect garrison.

The chilling wind blew past the mottled city walls, carrying the scent of blood that had not yet solidified.

On the city walls, the disciples in True Martial Sect’s dark green Daoist Robes wore stern expressions, vigilantly observing the scorched ground below the city, marked with ferocious claw marks.

In the distance, the outline of the Demon Race’s camp loomed indistinctly in the twilight, like a lurking fierce beast.

In the central military tent, the atmosphere was heavy and murderous.

A huge battle map hung at the center, marking the recent advancement arrows of the Human Race Alliance Army, snaking across the vast Southern Border, bringing piece by piece of Demon Domain under control.

"Frontline report, Qingmu Cliff fortress has been recaptured, the disciples have expelled the Eagle Feather Division that has occupied it for years, and defenses are being rebuilt!"

A steward reported loudly.

"On the west line, the Bloodflame Demon General’s forces have been routed by our Demon-Purging Army, the remnants are fleeing deep into the Ancient Beast Wilderness offshore of the Chaotic Demon Sea."

Another steward promptly added.

Victory reports followed one after another, yet the brows of the elders in the tent did not relax because of this.

Sitting at the main seat was the Supreme Sect Leader. This nominally top leader of the Human Clan, had a hint of unnoticeable frost at his temples.

He was still wearing that gray robe, his demeanor deeper than before.

He listened silently, fingers unconsciously stroking the dragon pattern on the armrest of the chair.

Seated below him was Jiang Shu’s Master, Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable.

Sustaining high-intensity coordination on the frontline, while constantly shifting attention, facing off against the Demon Race’s Demon Venerables.

Even he couldn’t help but feel mentally exhausted.

The initial frenzied advance of the war didn’t bring much relaxation, but rather deeper anxiety.

After all, in this great war, what their Human Clan seeks is maximizing interests.

This war, starting from the initial demon invasion, has become the Human Clan’s counterattack.

But precisely because of this, caution is necessary.

For a single mistake may result in the fall of various geniuses within the Human Clan.

If the future human generation fails to thrive, the Demon Race would have an opportunity to attack anew.

For them as Daoist Venerables, what they seek is the strengthening of their sect disciples’ power.

Only in this way can they, as elders, retreat into seclusion with peace of mind, enjoying the sect’s resources, comprehending the Great Dao, and seeking higher realms.