Free Web NovelChapter 1139: Chapter 611: Heart of Space Shatters, Nearing the Venerable Realm! (2)
Zhan Yun walked up to Zhan Feng. "Recover a bit more. I’ll stand guard for you."
Zhan Yun did not directly stop Zhan Feng. She knew Zhan Feng rarely acknowledged others; he had already regarded Jiang Shu as a brother, and after experiencing a life‑and‑death battle together...
Her elder brother now felt an indescribable sense of guilt toward Jiang Shu.
Moreover, judging from her own guess, Jiang Shu at this moment was absolutely not in any easy situation.
Perhaps the danger before him was even more terrifying than what they faced.
At such a time, if her brother could recover a bit more and rush over in advance, a change of situation might yet appear.
"You must hold on..."
Thoughts surged in her heart like tides. Zhan Yun took a deep breath; the Laws on her body all blessed onto one particular Law, like rivers converging, surging together and pouring into the seated, cross‑legged Zhan Feng.
...
An hour earlier.
The ink‑black mire absorbed the faint light around it, filled with a dead and silent aura, like solidified amber.
After a period of recovery, Jiang Shu gradually mobilized his nearly exhausted Divine Soul Power, sinking his consciousness into the remnant Origin of his Heart of Space.
The Heart of Space was the concretized form of the Space Law, constantly radiating pure Space Dao Rhyme, supplying Cultivators for the comprehension of the Space Law.
But after successive great battles, and on top of that, his recent efforts to evade the ancient images...
This Heart of Space had been repeatedly overdrawn by Jiang Shu; faintly, there were already signs of shattering.
The pale silver light was now as dim as a candle in the wind, each tremor transmitting a strange resonance with the surrounding space.
This was a murky "fetal stir" filled with pain yet bearing the greed of new birth.
This torn and pieced‑together fragment of Void, under the effect of the Evil Altar, was being forcibly condensed into an independent Little World embryo with dim instincts—a prison filled with death, decay, and extreme malice toward all living beings.
"Although I’ve already obtained massive resources from the Jiuyu Commerce Alliance, the resources needed for Cultivation in the Venerable Realm are terrifying in quantity."
"Relying only on the resources of the Cang Mang Domain and the Jiuyu Commerce Alliance, I may not be able to maintain such a rapid pace of Realm breakthroughs in the Venerable Realm."
"There are Venerables who fail to advance even an inch over several thousand years."
"If I want to improve, then on the War Alliance’s side, it would be best if I could also make them owe me a great favor."
"Not to mention, even though I could leave, Zhan Feng and Zhan Yun invited me here with good intentions. If I let them fall here, it would also damage my Dao Heart."
His thoughts rose and fell like waves.
Jiang Shu’s gaze was calm and cold. His current strength, though partially recovered, could only barely surpass that of an ordinary Tenth Realm Expert.
Yet the altar’s emanated chill and blasphemous aura were constructing the nascent form of a world barrier that seemed unbreakable.
It was definitely not something the Tenth Realm could shake.
Only by comprehending the Space Law would there be a chance to destroy its structure!
The Great Dao Laws around him emerged bit by bit.
The Taichu Dao, together with his Protective Dao, guarded his body, intercepting all the strange energies within this heaven and earth.
The rest of the Power of Great Dao he poured entirely into the Heart of Space that was on the verge of shattering!
He wanted to use this final shattering to comprehend more of the Space Law!
Buzz!
The Heart of Space was forcibly driven, letting out a wail on the brink of its limit. Faint threads of silver light seeped from Jiang Shu’s seven apertures, tracing Mysterious yet fragmented Space Runes across his body.
The portion of his body that had just recovered split open once more.
Every acupoint on his body felt like a Life Planet overturning, as though a calamity had descended.
The intense pain felt as if it would tear his body completely apart.
Even some Daoist Monarchs of the Vientiane Realm would find it impossible to ignore such agony.
Yet Jiang Shu seemed utterly indifferent; in his mind, it was as if countless Spirit Lights were converging all at once.
He gained a brand‑new understanding of the Space Dao.
He was like a master craftsman wielding only a blunt tool, beginning to "carve" upon this congealed, malice‑suffused spatial barrier.
His fingertips traced the Void before him with difficulty; each movement stirred up subtle yet razor‑sharp Space Ripples, like a sharp needle trying to pierce a tough drum membrane.
The Heart of Space whirred madly, capturing within this nascent Little World’s invisible barrier those extremely faint Dao Rhyme disorder nodes born from its incomplete construction.
Rip...
An extremely faint sound, like paper being torn, rang out.
A few feet in front of Jiang Shu, the ink‑black spatial barrier was forcibly torn open by him at the cost of nearly burning his Divine Soul, leaving a crack as thin as a strand of hair.
A world aura far denser than before—chill, decayed, and overflowing with hatred—surged out in an instant, crashing directly into Jiang Shu’s Divine Soul!
"Urgh—!"
Jiang Shu was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of filthy blood mixed with fragments of his organs and silvery motes of light. His whole body slumped, his back slamming into the cold stone pillar with a dull thud.
But his eyes locked firmly onto what lay beyond that crack—the altar core built of colossal broken beast bones and bizarre stones. Several dark‑red runes, as if condensed from endless grievances, circled a point of abyss‑deep dark radiance at the altar’s center.
That was the core of this world, the source where malice was born!
Almost at the instant Jiang Shu caught sight of the world core, the entire ink‑black dead land shuddered violently.
It was not a tremor in the physical sense, but a furious scream from space itself—or from the Daoist Rules themselves!
The will of the world had awakened!
An immense, primal consciousness formed purely of hatred and a desire for destruction swept through every corner of the space like an icy tsunami.
Jiang Shu’s existence, along with that seemingly insignificant yet intensely destructive spatial fluctuation, was like a firefly in the dark, instantly locked onto by this newborn malice!
From the distance came a tooth‑aching crack, the wail of spatial structure being forcibly twisted and torn.
Three twisted black shadows, wreathed in dense ink‑colored Evil Qi and chaotic fragments of Daoist Rules, rudely forced their way through the congealed space from three completely different directions, their aim clear as they pounced straight toward the stone pillar where Jiang Shu was hiding.
Their forms were illusory; at a glance one could tell they were not fully corporeal, but more like "images" condensed from this world’s will to slaughter and its remnant Laws. Their shapes were blurred, yet the energy fluctuations emanating from them had all clearly reached the Peak of the Tenth Realm.
Obviously, this nascent world embryo was also constrained by its own unstable structure, unable to directly manifest power exceeding its tolerance limit; the Peak of the Tenth Realm was already the greatest Power of Destruction it could marshal.
"They’re here..."
Jiang Shu frowned slightly.
He had not expected these images to arrive so quickly.
One had to know, although these three images were all at the Tenth Realm, images were, after all, just images.
Not to mention himself— even some Tenth Realm prodigies could easily defeat them.
But right now, his condition was far too poor.
He truly did not wish to waste the strength he had recovered on these images.
The ink‑black mire seemed to gain life, surging violently under an unseen force.
The three Peak of the Tenth Realm slaughter images had already drawn close to the stone pillar. The sinister Evil Qi entwined around their bodies twisted like living things, locking onto the flickering, dying aura behind the stone pillar.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Three attacks imbued with slaughter Dao Rhyme fell almost simultaneously—claw, fist, blade—each eruption of force enough to annihilate a small mountain in an instant.
Yet, just as the attacks were about to reach the stone pillar...
"Sigh..."
A long sigh rang out.
With this sigh, Jiang Shu seemed to shatter the silence of this heaven and earth.
His figure stepped out in a single stride; every pore on his body seemed to house a Star Sky Giant Beast breathing within.
Though his body was already splitting apart...
As if it was about to disintegrate...
In terms of certain aspects of strength, he was already infinitely close to a Venerable!
Three images, nothing more...
Even with his body damaged, they were by no means unkillable!
