Chapter 484

Just the merging of planes alone took several days, and from this one can imagine just how many planes were merged into the Primordial.

As a thunderous roar spread outward and a great surge of creation swept through, the firmament of the Primordial gradually regained its light; only the phantom images of the Hongmeng Immortal Dao and the Three Thousand Great Daos between heaven and earth lingered long without dispersing, and their aura even grew day by day, ceaselessly rising.

Beyond all doubt, the benefits the Heavenly Dao gained from this plane-merging can no longer be described in words—so astonishing they are beyond imagination!

If fully refined, even if it cannot directly end this second phase's second step, it will absolutely greatly shorten that time. The influx of countless origins even means the Heavenly Dao no longer needs to steal the origins of the Supreme Primordial—damn it, now It is self-sufficient!

The surprise came too fast, too sudden, leaving even the Heavenly Dao feeling overwhelmed and unaccustomed.

And as the planes completely finished merging, in an instant, heavenly flowers rained down and golden lotuses sprang from the earth, rosy clouds stretched on and purple qi soared, streaks of auspicious qi fluttered and immortal blossoms danced in wild profusion.

As if the great bell of the Great Dao echoed, as if the resonance of the Great Dao reappeared, as if all wonders of wonders, as if the myriad phenomena of the world; as if all gods offered blessings, and ancient hymns were sung. Radiant auspicious light, misty clouds of fortune, countless treasures of light converged, and for a moment the entire Primordial seemed to transform into an ocean of strange omens.

Surges of thunderous roars, as if transcending the level of reality, suddenly appeared. Vast streams of merit qi gathered, so immense they seemed to cover more than half the Primordial, as if shrouding heaven and earth, as if sealing off a region; the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths all seemed to be dyed a sheet of golden yellow.

The vast, majestic merit qi was seen to split directly in two—seven-tenths of it sank into the Cave Heaven of Creation, while the remaining three-tenths entered the Qiankun Cave Heaven.

Beyond all doubt, this was the reward the Heavenly Dao bestowed upon Nuwa and Brother Fuxi for their contributions.

What followed was the stern and indifferent voice of the Heavenly Dao, reverberating throughout the entire Primordial plane, reflected in all its spacetime and dimensions, and in the lower realms.

As for the content, it goes without saying—it declared that Nuwa and Brother Fuxi's contributions were sufficient, and so on; no need to say more.

Even the beings and titans of the Primordial wore normal expressions without much change—why? Because it was entirely within their expectations; if it weren't, then they would be the ones to find it strange and shocked.

Gradually, the omens began to fade; only the imprint of the Great Dao, now faintly visible in the void, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, ceaselessly growing and transforming, seemed to be recording all that had occurred.

And the undercurrents within the Primordial were, beyond doubt, already beyond what words could describe; the eyes of all the Primordial titans had grown profound!

Cave Heaven of Creation, cultivation chamber.

Boom!!!

As if feedback came from the unseen, as if countless mysteries were bestowed upon him, and origins as vast as planes were manifested. In an instant, every cell around Li Mo seemed to overflow with resplendent divine radiance.

As if wisps of immortal blossoms evolved, and boundless misty clouds spread across the sky, seeming to construct the myriad forms of Hongmeng and the countless aspects of Chaos.

As if gale winds contended, as if the resonance of the Dao surged, spacetime transformed into a veil of gauze that descended upon Li Mo.

As if infinite spacetime mysteries and origins evolved, seeming to pour forth vast essence and profundity; worlds upon worlds were derived from the Great Dao, transforming into myriad forms, evolving all wonders.

In a single instant, it seemed to become a realm of the heavens, bowing around Li Mo as if in homage to a sovereign, obeying the master; every gesture carried the meaning of words becoming law.

As if a single breath formed a new Great Dao; with a single thought, as if eternal, spanning the cosmos, traversing the boundless, rising and falling within endless spacetime.

At a glance, as if able to trace back to the end of spacetime, as if seated alone at the end of time as its master—turning a hand brings clouds, overturning a hand brings rain; a single word or act could make the heavens and myriad realms tremble, as if containing the power to shatter the heavens and rot the myriad realms.

Hum!!!

When Li Mo slowly opened his eyes, in an instant spacetime seemed to freeze; this space appeared to be expelled beyond the boundaries of spacetime, as if forming an independent space of its own.

A hundred flowers bloomed in vibrant life; as if small worlds extended outward, and in a moment it seemed a miniature version of the heavens was born.

Amid rolling thunder, the river of spacetime was enveloped, tracing back through past, present, and future, as if forming a complete timeline.

When Li Mo fully opened his eyes, in an instant everything collapsed and vanished completely, so fast it was as if it had never appeared.

"Leisurely years—has it already been tens of millions of years? This seclusion has gone on a bit too long."

His gaze was weathered, as if containing the vicissitudes of the world; beneath it seemed to hold the birth of the Three Thousand Great Daos, as if the evolution of the Dao itself—profound beyond measure, wondrous beyond words. A single thought could evolve a complete order of rules. After a long while, the many omens faded from Li Mo's eyes.

Sensing the passage of time, Li Mo raised a brow and murmured to himself.

Then, sensing his own cultivation base, the smile on Li Mo's face grew ever richer.

"Hongmeng, Dao-Unifying Jin Xian Realm!"

A flash of brilliance in his eyes, Li Mo murmured to himself.

Hongmeng—sublime, and the Great Dao itself.

Dao-Unifying—the body merges with the Dao, the body becomes the Great Dao, formless in transformation, eternal in evolution.

After tens of millions of years of cultivation, Li Mo's cultivation base had astonishingly reached... the Hongmeng Dao-Unifying Jin Xian Realm!

Moreover, at the peak of the Hongmeng Dao-Unifying Jin Xian Realm!

Even the Hongmeng Imperishable Jin Xian Realm was only one step away!

And all this had taken only tens of millions of years!

One must understand that Li Mo's cultivation difficulty is far greater than others—did they really think the many authorities vested in him were a joke? Although they greatly amplify his strength, the convergence of all Daos naturally makes his cultivation difficulty self-evident—unprecedented.

It is only because Li Mo can obtain vast amounts of origin that anyone else, even spending billions of kalpas, would likely be unable to advance even a fraction.

For comparison: if a normal cultivator's breakthrough difficulty is one, then the Primordial titans' breakthrough difficulty is ten thousand—after all, they cultivate the supreme system, which is extraordinary. However, the authorities vested in them also increase their cultivation speed, so it's no great matter.

But for Li Mo, it was astonishingly... a trillion!

The magnitude of this gap, one can well imagine.

Yet precisely because of this, Li Mo has been able to remain invincible across countless realms, able to suppress all—it's of little consequence.