Free Web NovelChapter 1136: Chapter 610: Mysterious Altar, Terrifying Speculation
The piercing wind, carrying the scent of decayed iron and ancient blood, swept across the ink-black earth, whimpering as if countless dead souls were whispering.
In the fractured space, faintly, Jiang Shu’s figure stepped out from within.
His calm breathing grew increasingly intense, each breath feeling like inhaling scorching gravel, scorching his lungs and meridians.
The condensation of several avatars, coupled with this time of hiding, nearly exhausted all his remaining energy, spirit, and essence.
If he does not succeed this time, the best choice would be to be forced to use the Two Realms Shuttle.
"Hoo..."
A long breath exhaled.
Jiang Shu’s gaze turned to the direction where the Ancient Demon Image disappeared.
Even now, he wasn’t completely at ease.
In the far distance, the earth-shattering roar, the shrieking sound of space being torn by brute force, and the aftershocks of the Tao Rhyme from the Broken Spear pulsed through him like a drumbeat, straining his tightly wound nerves.
He sat cross-legged, the Holy Embryo within him quietly absorbing energy from the different dimension.
If it were in the past, just maintaining his breathing would gradually restore his body.
But this time, the injuries were far too severe.
Even his Dao seemed on the brink of destruction.
The little power he meticulously accumulated was infused into the Heart of Space.
First, completely sealing the surrounding space.
It was as if the entire space had solidified into a dead silence, reverting to the primordial Chaos.
Time passed by slowly, every moment feeling as long as a century.
Finally, the terrifying aura of the Ancient Demon Image’s relentless pursuit ebbed away, disappearing into the deep, dark canyon in the distance.
Only the low hum of the distant space whirlpools devouring massive skeletal remains and the oppressive silence of this deathly still place remained to suffocate him.
The crisis was temporarily lifted.
With his eyes half-closed, Jiang Shu slowly closed them fully.
A wave of exhaustion washed over him, as the residual Tao Fire flickered uncertainly within his meridians, each spark accompanied by tearing pain.
Forcing open the space barrier and plunging into a sub-level turbulence, then igniting his vital forces to trigger avatars with different emotional origins, not only drained the last bit of Dao Rhyme from Jiang Shu but also exacerbated his already ravaged body due to the burning Tao Fire.
His Dao was tottering, and his vital forces felt like a rootless source, like a flower in the desert, about to wither.
The whole of him appeared ghastly pale, sitting weakly on the ground, with a robust physique now reduced to emaciation.
At this moment, Jiang Shu was vulnerable; even an ordinary Tenth Realm practitioner could pose a threat to him.
Forcing himself to steady his disrupted breathing, Jiang Shu hadn’t a moment to catch his breath. He silently and stealthily slid towards the nearest twisted, jet-black pillar like a shadow deprived of all luster.
The movement tugged at a wound beneath his ribs, grazed by the Broken Spear of the Ancient Demon Image. The remnants of the annihilative Tao Rhyme there gnawed at his vitality, bringing waves of bone-deep cold and numbness.
Jiang Shu channeled his remaining faint Soul Power from the Sea of Consciousness to resonate with the Heart of Space with difficulty, carefully suppressing all his aura fluctuations, reducing his life signs to the bare minimum as if blending into the dust of this dead zone.
Darkness with a viscous, heavy texture enveloped him.
The air suffused with the stench of decay and desecration persisted, growing clearer, thread by thread, like living creatures trying to burrow into his pores and erode his consciousness.
The Heart of Space conveyed a deep, ongoing agitation.
Jiang Shu lay flat on the ground, greedily absorbing all the surrounding energy he could.
The Law of Power shattered all impurities, the Taichu Law restored them into the most primordial Dao Rhyme, which was finally devoured by the Devouring Law, replenishing his own Dao Rhyme and depleted vital forces.
"Over on the Demon Domain side, there might be a chaotic battle opening. Going back now is still unwise. Though the injuries this time were too severe, at least I caught a few threads of a breakthrough opportunity."
"As long as I leave this place and enter a retreat state, it shouldn’t be long before I can advance to the Venerable Realm."
"Chaos Hole Realm..."
Jiang Shu murmured, but he didn’t think much further.
This place was still a perilous zone.
Unlike in the Vast Domain, in the Cang Mang Domain, the highest combat strength among the Human Clan and Demon Race was only the Daoist Master or Demon Lord.
In their absence, the Chaos Hole Realm was the supreme existence.
But in the Star Ruins Realm, he had already sensed that if he were to delve into deeper secrets, the Chaos Hole Realm might just be the beginning.
Jiang Shu set his expectations to the lowest, beginning to explore the surroundings following the Heart of Space’s agitation.
This agitation was not pure malevolence, but more like a kind of pained and muddied fetal movement.
Some speculations gradually emerged in his mind.
Without much hesitation, Jiang Shu stood up, leaning against the cold, slimy, and oddly holed pillar, his gaze akin to a ghostly pool, slowly surveying this space that discomforted the soul.
Beneath his feet was a black, muddy ground; it wasn’t actual soil but more like a viscous sediment mixed with endless despair, madness, and fragmented souls.
Stepping on it made no sound, yet it felt as if he could sense the cold and slipperiness from the Abyss.
Countless jet-black pillars rose from the ground, twisted and bizarre, their surfaces adorned with indescribable natural patterns, seemingly self-formed during growth.
These veins faintly flowed with a dim, ominous glow, as if silently siphoning the sinister energies permeating this world.
