Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Chapter 1148: Chapter 616: A New Epiphany! The Future Direction of Cultivation in the Chaos Hole Realm!

The images that just pounced were even more unbearable, directly blasted away, crashing onto the ground, their fate unknown.

Under Jiang Shu’s cultivation at the peak of the Tenth Realm, these images, which could stir storms of blood and violence in the outside world, were like ants, unable to withstand a single blow.

He grasped the Mantis Shadow Soldier that was struggling and howling continuously, yet pinned as if nailed in amber, and with a flicker, appeared behind a relatively stable gigantic black Crystal Stone at the edge of this debris basin.

The Crystal Stone acted like a natural barrier, isolating sight and most prying eyes.

The Desolate Star Halberd pinned the Shadow Soldier firmly to the ground, with the power of space imprisonment maintaining the state where its core was locked.

Without hesitation, Jiang Shu immediately sat cross-legged.

His hands sealed, and in his Sea of Consciousness, a fragment of the Heart of Space emitted a silver brilliance, with Taichu Dao Rhyme flowing throughout his body, the three coordinating at an unprecedented high speed.

A strong Divine Thought, like the most precise probe, ignored the filthy energy and fierce bone armor twisting on the Shadow Soldier’s surface, directly probing towards the strange Dao Rhyme node, locked within its core.

He intended to dissect the mystery of this power while the Shadow Soldier’s core was imprisoned, during the still precious window of time before it perished.

Just as Jiang Shu’s Divine Thought touched the core node entwined by space chains.

Buzz!

An immense and boundless, yet seemingly shattered over tens of thousands of years, ancient and tragically majestic breath, mixed with a vast vitality and creative will contaminated by filth yet still fiercely struggling, instantly washed over Jiang Shu’s Divine Thought.

This feeling was not the lingering will of the image itself but the origin breath of the strange Dao Rhyme that supported its existence.

This breath was so enormous, so ancient, and poignant.

Jiang Shu’s mind was shaken intensely.

A fragmentary image flashed through his mind instantly.

In a desolate world filled with destruction and doomsday despair, there was a tenacious seed deeply buried in the cracked earth’s core, surrounded by corrosive currents and Gang Winds tearing space apart.

The seed’s surface was scarred, almost blackened by filth, but its internal core, with an almost invisible tender green glow, tenaciously maintained a heartbeat-like pulse in the dead darkness, rooting in the ruins, drawing upon the most residual vitality at the bottom.

"Still a little too little; merely sensing some remaining will and it disappeared."

"These laws, although not too effective when breaking realms, but if reaching the Chaos Hole Realm, a world can be formed within."

"By comprehending the laws, my own realm might be enhanced to an unimaginable height."

"After all, compared to the Cang Mang Domain, the existence time of the Star Ruins Realm is more ancient. Such law awareness is something the Daoist Venerables and Demon Venerables in the Cang Mang Domain have never seen."

"Just by condensing a world, perhaps I can establish a foothold in the Cang Mang Domain."

"Even if I’ve only just advanced to the Venerable Realm."

"Unfortunately, the appearance time was still too short."

Countless thoughts flashed through Jiang Shu’s mind.

He stood up, streams of light appearing from his body, traversing back and forth among the images, capturing several powerful images, controlled within the space barrier, unable to even shout in anger.

Sitting cross-legged behind the icy black Crystal Stone, Jiang Shu planned to directly probe these Shadow Soldiers, to avoid missing the chance to touch upon this powerful law before it vanished again.

His Divine Thought, like the most precise probe, boldly pierced into the core nodes of these powerful Shadow Soldiers, tightly imprisoned by space chains.

Perhaps he overestimated himself; upon contact, a torrent-like awareness swept in, almost collapsing his Divine Thought.

Boom!

This was a tsunami from the level of Divine Soul.

Jiang Shu was not within the residual thoughts of the Mantis Shadow Soldier itself, but within the collective melancholy and unyielding will carried by the strange Dao Rhyme housed within it, spanning eternal ages.

Countless fragmented images and those vague sensory fragments forcibly surged into Jiang Shu’s Sea of Consciousness.

He saw a world utterly fallen.

The sky shattered, oozing with filthy black lava, the earth filled with bottomless wounds, erupting with corrosive streams, the air thick as lead, carrying a suffocatingly malicious aura.

This was an absolute dead land, a life forbidden zone.

Yet, at the core of this shattered earth, perhaps once the ancestral node nurturing all things, at its deepest, Jiang Shu saw a point of faint light.

It was as tiny as a mustard seed, yet stubbornly radiating an ineffable life wave, a pure creative essence surpassing the definition of life and death, a faint echo of life’s origin.

It was heavily wrapped and corroded by black viscous cursed material, like a spring blocked by filthy mud.

But its core’s tender green, still pulsing persistently under the squeeze of the endless darkness, striving to resist external erosion with each pulse, attempting to draw any remaining nutrients beneath the ruins.

Jiang Shu’s eyes were completely shut.

At this moment, he was fully immersed in a state of enlightenment.

The accumulation in the Vientiane Realm erupted explosively at this moment.

Various tomes read in the Cang Mang Domain.

The confidential information known in the Star Ruins Realm.

All flashed by one by one.

Streams of Spirit Light leaped into appearance around him.

Fragmented segments composed complete information chains.