Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Chapter 1153: Chapter 618: Instant Kill! Creation Law! (Part 2)

A Secret Realm on the verge of gaining Spiritual Wisdom and becoming a true world was so easily destroyed by several Great Powers at the Venerable Peak Realm. Countless powerful images within it vanished in an instant, unable even to scream, turning into streams of polluted air, suppressed and killed by the righteous aura of those Great Powers.

Within the Great Hall of the War Alliance’s Forbidden Land, a pin drop could be heard.

Gentle light filtered through the ancient Formation runes, yet it could not dispel the heavy pressure.

A few logistic Elders were cautiously placing the gravely injured and unconscious Zhan Feng, Zhan Yun, and others onto the Healing Jade Platforms, long prepared for them.

The warm glow of energy flowed, nourishing their battered bodies.

On Zhan Feng’s newly regenerated left arm, a specially crafted Spiritual Medicine was fostering new power.

At Zhan Feng’s Realm, he already possessed the ability of Blood Rebirth. If it were an ordinary wound, it would have healed long ago.

But the residual power of a Venerable’s strike was too formidable, and without substantial medicine,

even if the left arm regrew, it could not withstand Zhan Feng’s own Power, it would be merely an empty limb.

The terrifying corroded wound on Zhan Yun’s chest had stopped festering, covered by cold starlight, but every faint breath brought a searing pain beneath the ribs, her tightly pressed lips revealing her exhaustion.

Yu Sha sat cross-legged on the Ice Soul Cold Jade, eyes closed in meditation, his face normally vibrant as the moon now devoid of blood, strands of icy cold air entwined him, repelling the lingering cold poison invading the Vital organs.

Lan Xi and the other rescued disciples, though properly treated and their vital signs stabilized, still clearly showed the lingering terror of escaping disaster and the exhaustion from depleted Power.

Only Jiang Shu was not taken elsewhere for placement.

Having changed into clean clothes, Jiang Shu stood alone by the poolside, the life mist from the Xuanyuan Creation Pool enveloping him, yet unable to smooth the weight in his eyes.

The Bone Corrosion Curse Patterns on his body, like living organisms squirming, had faded significantly under the influence of the Broken Blade Man’s final gift, no longer emitting the nauseating foul glow, leaving only faint dark lines beneath his skin.

However, the extreme cold darkness imprinted deep in his Divine Soul, like a poisonous thorn rooted in his True Spirit, stubbornly lingered, silently reminding him of the horrific origin of that filthy world.

Zhan Jiuxiao’s tall figure slowly landed before Jiang Shu, standing like a Stabilizer amidst the ruins after a storm.

The Dark Gold Uniform bore remnants of gray aura left by spatial cracks, carrying the residual force of forcibly tearing a Little World membrane.

His eyes, containing power like the fragmentation of the starry sky, at this moment, had shed their sharpness, settling into an indescribable gravity and inquiry.

He remained silent, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Shu, especially at the Spirit Platform’s depth, where a faint yet steadfast and pure mysterious rhythm exuded vigorous life.

After a long while, Zhan Jiuxiao finally spoke, his voice deep, bearing the timeless feeling of having pierced through the dust of ages.

"What you possess is the Creation Law."

"It has the ability to create all things and nurture Heaven and Earth, known for its orderly cycle of decay and growth, life and death rotation, a Strongest Law not weaker than the Law of Power and Taichu Law in you."

Hearing this, Jiang Shu was involuntarily shaken.

Images flickered in his mind of the curse’s core depth, where the Creation Seed, buried by the curse yet pulsating resolutely, resided.

He recalled the Broken Blade Man on the brink of the world’s collapse, smiling peacefully, his fingertips emitting a resplendent halo like myriad galaxies.

He remembered the immense aura sensed from the Heart of Space’s resonance, an aura from Ancient times, full of wear and imbued with the creation Origin.

A multitude of thoughts intertwined and coalesced into a profound sense of sadness and expectation, spanning the ages.

The avatar of the Supreme Elder, silent as a pine in mist, their gaze penetrated all obstructions, landing on the Law Seed quietly integrated into Jiang Shu’s Origin core.

"The Ancient Battle Soul Path..."

Zhan Jiuxiao’s voice lowered further, with a barely detectable hoarseness,

"It’s not merely a relic of shadows."

"It is a sacred land where ancient ancestors battled against Heaven and protected all beings, infused with the essence of battle spirits and the fragments of Heaven and Earth Laws, once revered for its endless fighting spirit and the brilliance that cleaved the cosmos."

He paused slightly, reluctant to speak of the sacrilegious outcome.

"That Evil Altar was created by later life forms coveting the Path’s power, with an alien foul Power wanting to usurp it, corrupted and twisted its roots, forming a malignant tumor."

"Someone wanted to twist and defile the Creation Power at the Path’s core, to usurp it for themselves, thereby forcibly spawning a land of endless hatred and filth."

"That Broken Blade Man..."

"The era is too distant to investigate, but likely an ancient hero whose Cultivation to Profound, with eternal will, revived after brief confusion and forcibly carved out a pure haven amidst endless filth, protecting the last of the Path’s Creation Origin."

"On the brink of world obliteration, as his own imprint was about to fade forever, he chose to ignite this Creation Fire Seed, carrying the Human Clan’s unyielding spirit and hope, and gifted it to you."

In the Great Hall, even the aura of the Saint’s avatar wavered for a moment.

Guarding the Path’s core pure power, until the verge of world’s end.

Such strong-willed obsession, his Realm in life, beyond imagination.

"It is the last pure light left in the Path’s Creation power, tainted and twisted, refined by countless battle spirits."

Zhan Jiuxiao’s gaze was deep as an abyss, watching Jiang Shu.

"This is the belief imprint from the Human Clan’s hero soul, a legacy bestowed across space and time!"

"Carrying such a Law within you is both a fortune and a responsibility."

Jiang Shu clearly felt the slight tremor of the Law Seed within the Spirit Platform’s depth.

It was as if a gaze from ancient times penetrated through time to fall upon his shoulders.

Only just beginning to comprehend the Law, it seemed a power as profound as a vast galaxy was awakening gradually, surging incessantly.

Jiang Shu raised his head, his gaze slowly swept over the abyss-like mysterious Saint’s avatar, finally resting on the War Alliance Vice Leader, resolute as a mountain, right before him.

By this time, Jiang Shu also knew that he had indeed received a great opportunity.

After all, such a Law was extremely precious even within the War Alliance.

If he hadn’t joined the War Alliance earlier, even if the opportunity fell to him, the Elders of the War Alliance would not have agreed.

The Creation Law’s seed spun gently in the Spirit Platform, resonating with life.

Jiang Shu thought for a moment, stood up with a formal clasped fist bow, and bowed meticulously, paying respect toward the void of the War Alliance.

Resources can be exchanged.

But this kind of Law transmission is a new path opened for him.

This is the grace of bestowing the Dao.

Cannot go without thanks.

Before Jiang Shu, the space seemed to solidify, only the quiet ripple of pool water softly resounding.

Zhan Jiuxiao observed the youth’s eyes, where the light settled but grew ever more resilient, nodding slowly, his steadfast face showing something sharp breaking through despite the weight of Ancient Path’s destruction.

In the pool, the swirling Creation life power flowed endlessly, gently enveloping Jiang Shu’s Dao Foundation’s depth where the ever-burning Creation Fire Seed began to sprout.

Silence flowed within the Great Hall for several breaths, the life mist from the Xuanyuan Creation Pool seemed to thicken slightly, its gentle radiance casting light shadows over Jiang Shu’s lowered eyelids, yet unable to hide the layered complexity in his eyes.

Despite having gained a great opportunity.

The layers of fog clouding his mind for over a month had not dissipated.

Standing before him, Zhan Jiuxiao, hands clasped behind his back, his dark golden figure casting a long silhouette by the poolside.

His keen eyes did not miss the fleeting confusion and inquiry between Jiang Shu’s brows, then he spoke:

"Are there still questions in your mind?"