Inside the Eternal Tower.
Jiang Shu sits cross-legged upon a small star. With every breath he takes, 365 acupoints circulate his vital energy. A stream of white mist, resembling a wandering dragon, flows in and out of his nose and mouth, wrapped in the vast Dao rhy, nding Jiang Shu's injuries.
Thanks to the Swallowing Sky Mirror, Jiang Shu didn't sustain severe injuries in this battle, though his wounds remain ghastly, with several bones fractured, creating a rather pitiful sight.
The Swallowing Sky Mirror was refined by Jiang Shu to hover beside him, absorbing the Dao rhy within the Eternal Tower to replenish itself.
The gap in realm between Jiang Shu and the Demon Venerable Avatar is too vast. Even a Dao Artifact could not withstand the slaughter, with the black light surrounding it greatly weakened.
"There's sothing peculiar about the spear in the Demon Venerable Avatar's hand."
Jiang Shu opened his eyes, murmuring to himself.
There are different levels among Dao Artifacts.
So powerful Dao Artifacts possess a spirit, and with the artifact spirit in control, it basically doubles the combat power.
The two Dao Artifacts in Jiang Shu's hand happen to be without artifact spirits.
"If I could seize it, I imagine the elder would like it very much."
The old voice in Wenxian Palace has helped him greatly, for whatever reason, Jiang Shu felt he needed to return the favor. Moreover, if he were to walk the Seeking Immortal Road later, he would undoubtedly need to ask the Wenxian Palace's artifact spirit.
He has already fully recovered from his internal injuries. Encased in a dim glow, his hair seems to sparkle like starlight at the tips, an anomaly shown by reaching a certain realm in cultivation.
"My comprehension of the Dao is becoming deeper and deeper..."
He has beco accustod to growing amidst slaughter.
The avatar indeed caused him imnse pressure, but correspondingly, in his battle with it, Jiang Shu gained a deeper understanding of his own shortcomings, accelerating his cultivation speed to an unprecedented level.
He gazed at the path to the Eighth Floor of the Eternal Tower, feeling a fla burning within him.
He had challenged the Eighth Floor before but was no match and was forced out.
Now, his realm has greatly advanced, and his understanding of the Dao has reached a new height, urging him to try again.
But then, he reconsidered, realizing it wasn't the ti for challenges, so he temporarily gave up, summoning the now-recovered Swallowing Sky Mirror, nurturing it within the sea of his soul's consciousness. Relying on his understanding of space, shielded like the Great Black Sun Technique, he carefully appeared within the Demon Domain, continuing inward.
He transford into a human shape, exuding a faint aura of majesty, entirely resembling a Transford Demon at first glance. He casually entered a massive ancient city to gather information.
According to the flow of ti here, his last great battle with the Demon Venerable Avatar happened just two days ago, making an enormous stir, unable to be concealed, making many in the Demon Race aware that the calamity from the Human Clan was hiding again, waiting for an opportunity to harvest their lives.
"The frontline situation is dire; our Demon Race is retreating step by step, almost pushed to the Realm Barrier. At this rate, we will soon be summoned to the frontline, possibly never to return."
A Transford Realm Demon said bitterly, full of discontent.
For these Great Demons, they reached this realm through their bloodline, lacking true battle experience.
Among the Demon Race, they could still lord over the Half-demons, enjoying a superior lifestyle.
But once they engage in war, their fate truly becos uncertain.
"I'm not afraid to go to the frontline, after all, there's still a chance for fortune. I'm just afraid of being annihilated by that Jiang Taixuan of the Human Clan even before stepping on the battlefield. That's truly a guaranteed death."
Another Great Demon said, eyes filled with fear.
Jiang Shu's Thunder Pool inundated, reducing hundreds of thousands of Demon Race soldiers to ashes. Even the Transford Demons among them were not spared, struck to form. Not even bones could be found, and now he hides, it is said that an important figure personally went after him and couldn't kill him, but was instead injured by him.
"Is there no one in our great Demon Race capable of slaying him?!"
"Where are those princes, aren't they claid to be unparalleled among their peers, yet none show up, aren't they afraid of Jiang Taixuan!"
The Great Demon, having drunk, shouted aloud.
But no one rebuked him, remaining silent.
These were also their inner thoughts, just hard to voice due to the weight of war.
Several successive great battles have sowhat fatigued Jiang Shu's mind, so he leisurely sat atop a high building, feasting grandly, overlooking the sprawling ancient city, sensing a mid-stage Demon Monarch and three early-stage Demon Monarchs lurking deep within.
He smiled, thinking that his risky venture had a far greater impact on the situation than he had imagined.
The inner turmoil within the Demon Race was like a tinderbox, ready to explode at any mont.
"Tomorrow I shall step onto the battlefield, to see if those so-called Human Cultivators and geniuses are any different from the Human blood als reared in my ho!"
The Great Demon continued to shout, oblivious to the terrifying figure watching him from the high building.
Jiang Shu could sense a certain place in this vast city brimming with formidable vital energy, soaring into the sky, very conspicuous.
Not far from the frontline, it seed to be the recruitnt point for this ancient city, reaching a certain scale would see tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of Demon Race soldiers sent to the frontline.
The sky gradually darkened, the great sun set westward, and the entire ancient city was brightly lit, yet it couldn't illuminate the massive dragon body fleeting across the sky.
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