Immortal Martial: From Reality, I Began Pushing Across the Two Worlds

The replica's combat strength was immense. Given the power of their techniques, Jiang Shu should have stood no chance against him, yet they were evenly matched.

In the next instant, the replica reached out with his other hand and grabbed at the air before him. A sharp crack rang out as the space shattered like a mirror. Jiang Shu's figure grew indistinct, as though countless copies of him had overlapped.

Back in the Chaotic Demon Sea, when Jiang Shu had slain Demon Lord Xuan Gui, he had witnessed a kind of illusion technique in his hands.

Demon Lord Xuan Gui had mastered the Great Dao of Renshui, allowing him to conjure hundreds or thousands of identical clones in the void in an instant, each possessing a measure of combat strength.

In Demon Lord Xuan Gui's hands, it was merely an illusion technique, meant to confuse an enemy's senses and make it easier to escape. But in Jiang Shu's hands, it had taken on a different form.

The Great Daos were not independent; they were interconnected.

Though Jiang Shu had never cultivated the Great Dao of Renshui, he had drawn parallels from it. Using his mastery of the Dao of Space, he condensed clones—not to confuse his enemy, but to overlap them with himself and unleash unprecedented power in an instant.

The power of a single spatial-folding clone might be negligible, but the combined strength of thousands was staggering. It could even bridge an eighty-percent gap in combat strength, allowing him to stand evenly matched against the replica on the eighth level.

Bang!

The replica's lack of emotion proved to be a clear advantage. Jiang Shu's strength did not astonish him; even when faced with a formidable divine ability worthy of being called a grand technique, he did not falter for