Realm-Hopping Martial Master

"Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable!!"

"Daoist Venerable! With just one punch, he killed the Golden Horn Old Demon. Heaven bless my True Martial Sect!"

"Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable is indeed Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable. It’s been such a short time since we last met. Upon his appearance, he has already advanced to the Daoist Venerable Realm and killed three Demon Venerables in one fell swoop!"

News spread.

The entire Lin Yuan City seemed to be ignited by this mood of joy, with the previously suppressed morale instantly boiling to its peak.

Those cultivators who were familiar with Jiang Shu were plunged into a frenzy of ecstasy and shock.

It should be known that breakthroughs in realms have always been increasingly difficult.

In the early stages, one can rely on resources and the infusion of elders for forced breakthroughs.

But upon reaching the Nirvana Realm, especially entering the Vientiane Realm, the understanding of the Great Dao almost solely depends on the cultivator themselves.

The Chaos Hole Realm is a realm that many Daoist Monarchs of the Vientiane Realm may never touch in their entire lives.

Previously titled as Daoist Venerable, had it not been for the beginning of the war between the Human Clan and the Demon Race.

In ordinary times, Daoist Venerables hardly reveal themselves before others.

This is the true heritage within a sect.

It is the core of a major sect.

It is a group of people closest to the heavens and earth.

"Junior Brother’s realm..."

Hai Guang True Monarch’s voice was trembling.

After entering the Demon Domain, he obtained many cultivation resources from the Demon Race, allowing his cultivation realm to advance a stage. His understanding of the Great Dao was gradually reaching a bottleneck.

He only needs to cross it to truly comprehend and step into the Vientiane Realm.

He originally thought he would meet his junior brother next time.

And at that time, he would be at the same realm as his junior brother.

Unexpectedly, he has heard that once again, his junior brother has advanced to Chaos Hole!

Becoming a Daoist Venerable of the sect.

The gap in realm not only hasn’t narrowed; it’s increasingly widening.

"Even the master has only recently advanced to the Chaos Hole Realm..."

Hai Guang True Monarch muttered, suddenly transforming into a stream of light, flying toward the cave mansion of Junior Brother Ruyi Monarch.

Calculating the time, Third Junior Brother is currently fully refining a quasi-Tao Artifact.

Now, it seems it’s time to let the junior brother leave seclusion for a moment.

At the True Martial Sect battlefield, streams of light flew out one after another.

The voice of Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable echoed across the heaven and earth:

"Order to hold a feast, to celebrate my disciple, Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable!"

...

The Demon Race Imperial Palace.

Deep within the palace filled with primordial aura, the atmosphere was completely opposite to Lin Yuan City, cold and oppressive, like a sea of lava about to erupt.

On the grand and ancient throne carved with the ten thousand beasts totem, the figure was indistinct, only two crimson-golden eyes shimmering like abyss magma, flashing with nearly incendiary rage.

Heaven-Burning Ancestor’s will was like substantive flames, scorching every inch of space within the Great Hall.

Beside him, several Demon Race Venerables with equally deep auras had extremely grim expressions.

The Dragon Venerable, whose aura was the oldest and most majestic, with shadowy horns looming above his head, watched solemnly.

He had once sent a clone to kill Jiang Shu, but returned without success, even suffering injury, losing face and bearing a grudge against Jiang Shu.

At this moment, upon hearing the name "Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable Jiang Shu" and learning of his one-punch devastation of the Golden Horn Demon Antelope, his dragon eyes, filled with the vicissitudes of time and endless power, slightly contracted, surging with an indescribable gravity and icy killing intent deep in his gaze.

"Jiang! Shu!"

Heaven-Burning Ancestor’s voice was like two pieces of divine iron grinding against each other, each word carrying uncontrollable fury and a trace of disbelief.

"Not only has this fiend survived, he has actually stepped into Chaos Hole?!"

"It is my failure!"

The Shadow Lizard Demon Monarch, responsible for tracking Jiang Shu’s moves, was lying prostrate on the ground, his voice quivering with fear.

He was at the late stage of the Demon Monarch realm, and in battle, he had crossed paths with several Daoist Monarchs of the Eight Great Sects. In the clan, he existed almost like an ancestor.

But at this moment, he seemed like a humble ant.

Before a Demon Venerable, a Demon Monarch is still too weak.

"After he disappeared, it was as if he completely evaporated. Even when we used Blood Soul Pursuit, there was no trace to be found."

"We did not expect he had already returned and..."

The news of Jiang Shu suppressing and killing the Golden Horn Demon Antelope with three punches during the Split Stone City incident, accompanied by the smoldering burnt scent and lingering blood stench as if a fiery branding iron, harshly stamped on the core fortifications of the Demon Race Imperial Palace.

Deep in the palace, the ancient palace poised above the eternally burning crimson sea of rock suddenly issued a muffled hum, akin to the roar of an enraged primordial beast.

The hum wasn’t loud, yet carried a vibration that tore through primordial qi.

The walls engraved with the ten thousand beasts totem that once witnessed the Demon Race’s glory, at this moment, had dark red glows flowing through their carvings like veins swelling.

The massive door, cast with the unknown primordial giant beast bones, engraved with the totem of myriad demons worshipping, suddenly opened amidst the hum.

There was no sound of wild wind whistling from the crack but a pressure more viscous, more violent than magma itself, like an invisible tidal wave as heavy as a mountain, accompanying a magma heatwave bursting forth.

The space around the Imperial Palace’s plaza was forcibly pressed into frozen amber by this will.

Several demon servants in charge of cleaning outside the hall, with aura only at the early stage of transformation, couldn’t even utter a scream.

Only watching as invisible great power swept over, their resilient demon bodies felt repeatedly ravaged like insects placed in the core of ancient ice and magma, with a muffled pop, turning into several vaguely shaped, mixed-colored viscous substances which were immediately swallowed by the surging sea of lava. Even the energy escaping from bones and demon cores was instantly incinerated into non-existence, disappearing without a trace.

"Jiang Shu!"

The two words seemed squeezed out from the deepest earth vein of a volcano, wrapped with an intent capable of burning through the void and turning all things into ashes with its destructive will.