Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Chapter 1152: Chapter 618: Instant Kill! Creation Law!

It’s too late!

The annihilation storm brought by the Broken Spear arrived first, freezing and shattering the space around Jiang Shu like layers of ice.

Jiang Shu hadn’t expected the power of the Ancient Demon Image to reach an entirely new height.

At this moment, even he had to be ready to abandon everything and prepare for the Two Realms Shuttle.

And just at that moment.

The sky shattered.

As if a giant invisible hand had ripped it open, the ink-colored sky, the churning filth, the solidified space...

Everything composed of laws was violently torn apart by a force so tyrannical and unreasonable, completely lifted to the sides.

Five phantom-like figures, resembling cosmic fulcrums, flickered at the edge of the fissure in the sky. They were the five Supreme Elders of the War Alliance maintaining the passage.

A golden figure, so real it made the entire filthy world tremble, stepped out from within.

Zhan Jiuxiao!

He wore only a dark gold uniform, yet seemed to bear the weight of an entire starry universe.

His eyes did not fall on anyone, not even the Ancient Demon Image towering over the earth.

Like a traveler passing through his own courtyard, he casually lifted his right hand, extended a forefinger, and, with extreme indifference, pressed down against the Ancient Demon Image poised to thrust its Broken Spear at Jiang Shu and the Void Origin Seal.

There was no flash, no roar, not even the stir of energy.

Time and space froze entirely at the point where his finger pressed down.

The Broken Spear, exuding destructive Dao Rhyme, instantly turned to dust, the disintegration then spreading silently from its arm, covering the shoulder armor inscribed with dark red runes, to its ferocious head.

It was like an invisible eraser wiping over a dust-laden painting.

The Ancient Demon Image was fixed in the air, the crimson light in its eyes extinguished, its massive body beginning to turn to finely-powdered dust, starting from the point of the finger’s touch, dissipating into the suddenly crystal-clear yet deathly still air without even stirring a breeze.

A crush?

No, more like the indifferent gesture of brushing away a speck of dust.

The Ancient Demon Image of the Venerable Realm was as fragile as a bubble illusion before a Venerable Peak warrior who had truly grasped the Time Law.

Only then did Zhan Jiuxiao slowly turn his eyes, scanning below.

His gaze fell on the bone rust curse reappearing on Jiang Shu’s body, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

But his action was swifter, his left hand lifted slightly.

"Return."

A single word, calm and smooth, was spoken, and a space power, irresistible yet gentle, instantly wrapped around the collapsed Jiang Shu and the severely injured and unconscious Zhan Feng and others.

This power isolated them from all the filth in this Secret Realm World, smoothed out the Space Turbulence, lifting them upward steadily to the pure space fissure maintained by the Saint’s Power.

And as they were about to leave this pollution, just before bathing in the light, a gaze, immensely distant yet incredibly clear, locked firmly onto Jiang Shu!

Though severely injured, Jiang Shu was not wounded at his Origin, and his Divine Sense remained keen.

Feeling this intense gaze, he abruptly turned his head, his sharp gaze piercing the closing filthy space, fixing on the depths of that barren canyon.

The space lay in layers, the distance immeasurable, yet from the depths of his soul, he clearly saw that ordinary man he had encountered at the canyon’s end, cradling a Broken Sword.

It was not an ’it,’ but a ’he.’

The tattered armor on his body had vanished, replaced by a washed-out garment, standing beside a space node exuding a Chaotic Aura, next to the vague shadow of a sinister, dark green altar.

This time, the Swordman’s face bore no indifferent gaze.

The corners of his lips curved slightly upward into a hint of a smile.

A pure, crystal-clear glow, as if formed from countless fragmented star rivers spinning and condensing, drifted silently from his fingertip, transforming into a stream of light that disregarded spatial distances, elegantly entering Jiang Shu’s brow!

Like sweet spring water seeping into parched earth.

A gentle yet vast warmth, filled with endless Life-giving Qi, flowed instantly through Jiang Shu’s entire being, sinking into the deepest part of his Dao Foundation.

His Dao Foundation, riddled with holes due to the backlash of Tao Fire, had its stubborn cracks mending visibly as the warmth passed.

The Divine Soul tainted by the bone rust curse, as if washed by the tender light of dawn, saw the erosion of its bone-chilling venom silently dispelled.

The immense emptiness and weakness left by the extinguished Tao Fire were quietly filled by a life force both gentle and resilient.

This life force was not the forceful replenishment brought by a Healing Technique, but rather like a seed quietly sinking into the depths of his Spirit Platform, rooting in the Dao soil of his Origin, autonomously absorbing Heaven and Earth Essence Qi and converting it into the purest life essence.

The light entered his body, and the scene vanished in an instant.

Jiang Shu hardly had time to contemplate a single thought before his body was entirely drawn into the pure passage by the space power, the last thing etched in his perception being the Swordman’s faintly smiling figure at the canyon’s end, slowly fading amid the twisting Space Waves.

The great space rift closed slowly with an ear-piercing shriek, the last trace of filth from the Ancient Battle Soul Path’s Little World purified by the gentle glow of the Xuanyuan Creation Pool, leaving the tearing sensation in the air gradually to still.

Only the lingering Space Ripple told of the heart-stopping annihilation that unfolded.

The final remnants of the Little World evaporated completely in the blinding white radiance, conjured by the united incarnations of five Saints, along with the grotesque space giant gate, turning to fleeting dust in the Void, as though never having existed.

Yet, the soundless screech, filled with endless venom and hatred, emitted by the world embryo in its dying throes, lingered like the sharpest ice in the souls of those who survived, long imprinted in their sensations.