Chapter 1264: 673: Dao Practice Grafting! Future Emperor?

Jiang Shu heard Ao Hai’s praise. He deliberately made his breathing slightly heavier, responding in a deep voice tinged with "bearing a heavy burden," as if saying each word consumed great effort.

"Brother Ao, don’t get distracted. Our primary task now is to quickly pass through Starfall Road. We can talk once we reach the core."

He remained calm within his heart.

This Starfall Road, though extremely difficult for the Demon Monarch.

For him, who has already ascended to the Daoist Venerable Realm, he could actually just walk through it directly.

As long as he evokes one Great Dao after another to protect himself.

But doing so would completely expose his identity.

Therefore, what Jiang Shu was doing at this moment was both disguising his identity and using the Ancient Star Residual Power to once again cleanse his physical form.

"Were it not for my possession of the World Tree and the Desolate, the Taichu Dao, offering some control and resistance to Chaos and Decay, merely relying on Dragon Clan disguises, it would be impossible to act this effortlessly."

"This is a natural defensive formation. Perhaps the core of the Great Array we need to find is right at that core."

As Jiang Shu mused quietly, several piercing screams suddenly came from the advancing team.

They saw a Demon Race genius resembling a giant pangolin, covered entirely in armor-like Crystal Stone, whose protective shell endured several waves of the dense Ancient Star Residual Power impacts and the sudden surge of pitch-black, ink-like Earthly Muddy Qi erosion. It emitted heart-breaking brittle sounds of "crack, crack."

Spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread over the shell, its luster quickly fading, as if all its essence had been extracted.

The Demon Race genius was filled with terror, attempting to kindle his Origin, three Great Dao swirling around him.

But he could only manage a half-cry before his enormous body, along with the Crystal Stone armor, shattered into a pile of gray-white powder streaked with dark red blood before everyone’s eyes, instantly vanishing without a trace under the invisible pull of the Void.

Even a Demon Monarch who comprehended three Great Dao couldn’t muster even a semblance of resistance here!

Meanwhile, not far away, a Fox Clan genius relying on her innate ability to flicker with illusions, trying to dodge the main forces, suddenly became incredibly sluggish.

She was horrified to discover her refined demonic power was actually being silently and rapidly drained away by the road beneath her, like mud cows into the sea.

The invisible mire formed by the Earthly Muddy Qi firmly entangled her, as if countless greedy tongues were licking her Origin.

"No!"

She screamed in despair, her body withering and drying visibly, smooth fur losing its luster, becoming rough and gray, full of wrinkles, and the spirited light in her eyes extinguished rapidly like a candle in the wind, eventually turning into a decayed mummy, completely shattered by a lightly rolling giant star carcass fragment.

Bloodthirsty, brutal!

These renowned top geniuses from the outside world were no better than ants here, dying the moment they made even the slightest mistake.

Seeing this scene, the surviving Demon Race geniuses were all shaken to the core, cold fear shooting from beneath their feet to their Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Even the self-assured Feng Chi and Xuan Ling, had turned grave, their eyes showing unprecedented fear.

The shadow of death and destruction instantly overshadowed their greed for the Spirit Summoning Land, making this Road of Chaos even more terrifying.

The survivors gritted their teeth, desperately employing their bloodline secret techniques or life-preserving tactics, traversing with difficulty.

After a painful journey of unknown duration, with several Demon Race geniuses swallowed by the tides of Ancient Star Residual Power or Earthly Muddy Qi due to exhaustion or slight misfortune, the heavy darkness and chaos ahead finally changed slightly.

The pervasive eroding pressure suddenly subsided significantly, although the surroundings remained dark, no longer a Void, but a solid, cold, enormous iron-black ground beneath their feet.

This was an exceptionally vast underground plain.

In the center of the plain stood an incredibly tall black stone stele.

The stele was so tall it could hold up the sky, entirely pitch-black like ink, and from afar, it appeared like a void abyss capable of swallowing all light.

Just a glance made it feel as if one’s soul was being sucked into it.

It stood quietly there, the sole center of this region and the destination of all chaotic energies, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression and an ancient aura down to the bone.

Beneath the stone stele, several figures awaited earlier than them.

Their forms were tall as mountains or hunched and slender, their aura silenced like deep pools, yet harboring a terrifying power capable of tearing stars apart.

These formidable beings calmly swept their gazes over the twenty-odd surviving Demon Race geniuses, as if examining a batch of raw materials about to ascend the altar.

In their eyes, there was no sympathy, no appreciation, only nearly ruthless indifference and a deep, indescribable anticipation.

One of them was none other than Huang Ya, who had presided over the earlier ritual.

His figure, like a black rock, silently appeared beside the formidable figures beneath the stele, aligning with them.

His murky old eyes scanned the slightly disheveled, slightly traumatized geniuses, finally resting on Jiang Shu, who also feigned fatigue and heavy panting, with an uncontrollable shimmer of fervent light.