Chapter 1263: 672: Slaying Jiang Taixuan? (2)

But upon reaching this realm, he instinctively understood how vast this world truly was. The Chaos Hole Realm merely involved comprehending the Space Dao and cultivating a Little World within oneself.

It was not truly invincible.

Above the Daoist Venerable, there existed the Realm of Daoist Lord.

Not to mention the even more elusive Immortal Road.

Jiang Shu unconsciously cast his gaze towards Huang Ya.

At this moment, Huang Ya had already taken out a black jade talisman with a deep aura, immediately imprinting it with Divine Sense, swiftly transmitting information.

The jade talisman then flickered and disappeared into the Void.

It seemed he was urgently relaying the news of the "discovery of Golden Horn bloodline reversion to ancestor" to the Demon Race Imperial Palace.

The pressing matter now should be to suppress the fervor about his bloodline.

Otherwise, when the Demon Venerable Peak giants from the Imperial Palace arrive, all his disguises could be exposed.

Jiang Shu forcefully suppressed the immense shock and absurdity in his heart, forcibly pulling the corners of his mouth to reveal a slight, rigid smile with a mix of arrogance and modesty towards the still excited Huang Ya and the surrounding Dragon Clan members. His voice deliberately slowed, with a barely noticeable guiding tone.

"Senior Huang Ya, you’re too kind. I don’t know the reason either."

"Perhaps during the advancement to Demon Monarch, there was some resonance with Ancestor Dragon along the Great Dao."

Jiang Shu paused, his gaze sweeping over the various eyes gathered again due to his words, raising his tone slightly to draw all the talented individuals’ attention back to the present matter.

"Everyone, having come here, since we have verified the bloodline, the matter of bloodline should be put aside."

"The resonance of the Star Coffin, the hour is nearing; embarking on the Starfall Road is our most urgent task now."

"No matter how high the bloodline, it still needs growth."

"Given my current realm and combat strength, I fear even if Jiang Taixuan throws a punch, I might not withstand it."

He deliberately mentioned the Spirit Summoning Land and Star Coffin.

As expected, as soon as the term Star Coffin was mentioned, the previously somewhat dazed Huang Ya, impacted by the bloodline vision, had the intensity in his eyes slightly fade, with a trace of deep calculation quietly flitting by.

Indeed, although the Golden Horn was in line with Ancestor Dragon bloodline.

But as he said, it could also be just a resonance along the Great Dao.

After all, if it were truly bloodline reverting to ancestor, the current realm shouldn’t only be like this.

Moreover, even if it truly was Ancestor Dragon bloodline, progressing in cultivation would require a vast amount of time and resources.

He still needed to complete the task first.

The matter of Golden Horn would naturally be guided by the Imperial Palace.

As Jiang Shu finished speaking, the other selected geniuses of the Demon Race had their greed and desire instantly ignited, the shock from the bloodline was undeniably grand.

But the core place for enhancing their own strength was the ultimate purpose of this journey.

"Indeed, what the Golden Horn Young Master said makes sense!"

Huang Ya quickly gathered his thoughts, his face once again full of authority, only the excitement and solemnity deep in his eyes from the "treasure discovery" grew more intense.

"Opportunities must not be missed."

"May all the talents cherish this opportunity."

Although uncertain of Golden Horn’s future, it didn’t stop Huang Ya from forming a good relationship now.

He addressed him as Young Master, likely to become familiar in advance.

With a wave of his hand, the ancient luminous patterns on the Starfall Platform suddenly lit up as if they had come to life, extending complex and mysterious lines into the Abyss.

A strong sense of spatial tearing suddenly descended, enveloping all thirty acknowledged bloodline geniuses, including Jiang Shu.

With a flash of light, everyone vanished from the Starfall Platform.

In the next moment, an inky darkness and heavy pressure attacked from all directions.

Underfoot was a constantly writhing, rough ground, seemingly formed by the compression of billions of star remains.

Surrounding them was an endless Void, exuding a chaotic and obscure dark hue, filled with countless fragmented star remnants of various sizes and shapes, floating heavily and slowly like desolate islands in the Void. Each collision sparked a silent extinguishing spark, unleashing an ancient star residual power capable of instantly freezing the soul.

These forces infiltrated silently like tangible dark currents, heavy and cold, suffused with the deathly stillness of ages and the terrifying might leftover from celestial extinguishment.

Deeper down, the Earth’s crust seemed to be simmering with some heavy thing, known as the Earthly Muddy Qi, mixed with the Abyss’ centuries-old sinister and filthy aura, silently eroding any intruder’s vitality and even Dao Foundation.

Starfall Road!

This was the only path leading to the core Spirit Summoning Land.

Just stepping onto this bizarre and frightening road, almost all the talented demons involuntarily sank down, as if pinned by an invisible giant hand onto this star skeleton road filled with sharp edges.

Those with slightly weaker cultivation immediately turned pale, exploding their Bloodline Power, flooding out demon energy, arduously resisting that omnipresent heavy erosion.

Ao Hai let out a low growl, a hard dragon scale virtual image appeared around him, each dragon scale shimmering with resistance power. Yet, his muscles were still visibly tense, a blue vein slightly bulging on his forehead, his steps significantly slower than usual, with barely enough energy to speak first.

The situation of other clans was similarly challenging.

The Phoenix Clan unfolded a Protective True Flame, the crimson flames flickering unsteadily under the thick ancient star residual power’s erosion, even the color dulled significantly.

The Kunpeng Clan utilized their spatial talent to desperately avoid the most terrifying areas of erosion, their figures flickering unpredictably, like dancing on the edge of a knife, but each position shift appeared exceptionally arduous.

The True Hound Clan simply abandoned delicate evasions, relying on their immensely strong physical bodies to resist, their heavy footsteps on the star remains road generating teeth-gritting screeches.

Jiang Shu, being among them, naturally also had to "play along."

He likewise "grunted" the first moment, his body slightly leaning forward, with Dragon Qi surging around him, the golden scale’s light and shadow faintly discernible beneath his skin.

He exerted great control over his breath, making it appear slightly rapid, his steps deliberately heavy, each step leaving subtle energy ripples beneath his feet.

With his brows tightly furrowed, he exuded a "stubborn determination" to fully persist without any failure.

Yet, even when his strained performance was intentionally displayed, it was already astonishing enough in the eyes of the other demon race geniuses struggling equally hard.

Ao Hai strained to mobilize dragon energy to resist that viscous swamp-like invisible eroding force, panting heavily while looking at Jiang Shu.

Golden Horn was also gritting his teeth to hold on, with even fine sweat beads emerging on his forehead, but his figure remained exceptionally stable.

His footsteps landed securely, the circulation of energy though seemingly sluggish and heavy, was far less chaotic than others; the heavy ancient star residual power and filthy earthly muddy qi seemed to particularly favor others, and when they flowed around him, a unique force slightly pushed them aside.

In an environment where star remains fragments continued to be crushed by an invisible force field exploding in all directions, the fragments around Golden Horn seemed to descend a beat slower.

"Golden Horn..."

Ao Hai panted heavily, looking at Golden Horn with a renewed sense of shock in his eyes.

"You aren’t merely comprehending the Great Dao, resonating with Ancestor Dragon. Your battle power, doesn’t seem like a Demon Monarch Early Stage."

"Even a Demon Monarch Middle Stage or Late Stage might not match you."

"It’s just a pity, you rose too late. If it had been a hundred years earlier, you might have already become a Demon Venerable. There would be no talk about Jiang Taixuan then."

When Jiang Shu had not yet undergone bloodline verification, Ao Hai’s bloodline purity was the strongest present, having even triggered Ancestor Dragon’s virtual image, but now compared to Jiang Shu, he still slightly fell short, with each Great Dao around him arduously acting as protector.

Another Dragon Clan youth cast a gaze filled with equal parts shock and envy, wanting to say something, only to be staggered by a more powerful residual force tide, quickly closing his mouth and focusing on resistance.

Feng Chi and Feng Xiao watched from afar, Feng Chi’s face turning increasingly unsightly, tightly pressing his lips together without saying a word, just frantically mobilizing True Fire.

Feng Xiao’s gaze shifted back and forth between Jiang Shu’s seemingly difficult yet steadily advancing figure and her own precariously flickering Protective True Flame, biting her lips tightly, her eyes filled with bitterness and jealousy that almost seemed to materialize.

But she dared not make a sound, her mind completely consumed by maintaining her spent protective demon power.