Chapter 303

Even the ancestral spirits, who were nearly sage-level, dared not do such a thing—yet Luo Fu, a mere human, did it. This was the true reason Zhu Jiuyin was stunned.

Zhu Jiuyin knew exactly what Luo Fu's identity was.

He was merely a human.

To the ancestral spirits, humans were but an extremely weak race.

Yet this very race surpassed Zhu Jiuyin's imagination.

Could it be that he was truly the reincarnation of Pangu, the Primordial Father?

At this moment, Zhu Jiuyin harbored doubts about Luo Fu's identity, and slowly began to believe what Sister Houtu had said.

Luo Fu is the Father's reincarnation.

After all, if he weren't the Father's reincarnation, how could he perform such an outrageous act?

"It seems Luo Fu truly swallowed the World-Ending Thunder just now," Di Jiang breathed deeply.

Seeing this, Di Jiang was also shaken; his spirit still felt dazed.

But without doubt, the World-Ending Thunder emanating from Luo Fu, coupled with the scene of the thunder's disappearance, could only mean this one explanation.

Just now, countless World-Ending Thunders were swiftly swallowed and vanished.

This was not like Luo Fu's earlier attack, which merely wore down the thunder's power.

It was true instantaneous disappearance.

Thus, Di Jiang could not conceive of any other possibility.

"Big Brother, how could swallowing the World-Ending Thunder just now be possible? Even we ancestral spirits couldn't swallow these World-Ending Thunders," Zu Wu couldn't help saying.

As ancestral spirits, they possessed immense physical strength, and their internal organs were likewise extremely powerful.

At least far stronger than creatures like the demonic races.

Yet compared to their own flesh, their internal organs' defense was still vastly inferior.

That was within the inner realm of the physical body.

"Correct," Di Jiang nodded.

Even as a powerful ancestral spirit, Di Jiang felt genuine shock at what Luo Fu had just done.

If it were them, they could never achieve such a feat—because such an act was nearly suicide.

The World-Ending Thunder, already threatening to top-tier nearly-sages like them, would be infinitely more deadly if it exploded inside the body.

How could they possibly resist it?

The overall strength of the outer flesh and the inner flesh was entirely different.

Even the ancient Chaos Demons had been similar.

"If it were anyone else, I'd think he was seeking death—but with Luo Fu, for some reason, I feel he has a plan," Xuanming murmured.

After all, in Sister Xuanming's mind, Luo Fu was very likely the Primordial Great God.

What could the Primordial Great God accomplish?

To some extent, it seemed only natural.

To the ancestral spirits, the Father was nearly omnipotent.

After all, the Primordial World had been forged by the Primordial Father.

"Normally, Luo Fu's path of physical cultivation makes him stronger than us ancestral spirits at the same realm—but overall, his current physical body layer is still too low," Ju Mang's eyes flickered. "And what exactly is he trying to do by absorbing these World-Ending Thunders?"

"I trust Luo Fu," Houtu said firmly.

Unlike the other ancestral spirits, Houtu had believed from the start that Luo Fu was the Father's reincarnation.

In a sense, ever since she met Luo Fu, she had become his diehard fan.

Thus, in Houtu's mind, everything Luo Fu did was right.

"No matter what, I believe Luo Fu has his own plan," Di Jiang said gravely. "As for his true purpose, we need only watch closely to find out."

On the other side.

When the demonic race saw the World-Ending Thunder vanish, they also saw Luo Fu at the center.

Looking at Luo Fu now, the demonic elites' eyes flickered—under the World-Ending Thunder just now, this human Luo Fu appeared unharmed.

In their previous understanding, this was utterly impossible.

Yet this impossible thing had just unfolded before their eyes.

"Your Majesty, what happened to Luo Fu?" Kun Peng's eyes darted as he stared at the World-Ending Thunder swirling around Luo Fu, stirring an inexplicable thought within him.

"Luo Fu," Di Jun gazed deeply at Luo Fu. "The human Luo Fu swallowed the World-Ending Thunder."

"What?" The demonic gods' faces turned pale.

They had felt the terror of the World-Ending Thunder just now.

The dense, ocean-like waves of World-Ending Thunder that obscured heaven and earth—if they faced it, they would likely die nine times out of ten.

Now, according to Your Majesty, he had swallowed the World-Ending Thunder.

Was he seeking death?

If they swallowed it, they wouldn't last a moment—they'd be obliterated by the World-Ending Thunder.

Not even a speck of ash would remain.

"Big Brother, how is this possible? To endure the World-Ending Thunder within the flesh—even our demonic race couldn't do it, let alone the ancestral spirits, and certainly not a mere human," Dong Huang Taiyi said in disbelief.

According to his brother Di Jun, what had happened to Luo Fu was utterly inconceivable.

It completely surpassed normal comprehension.

"Though I don't want to believe it, it's the truth," Di Jun said slowly, taking a deep breath.

"This…," Bai Ze suppressed his shock and said, "Your Majesty, perhaps Luo Fu used some secret technique—he didn't endure the World-Ending Thunder with his flesh."

The other demonic gods nodded in agreement.

Seeing him devour the World-Destroying Thunder, they assumed he had used his physical body to devour it.

But if some secret art was used, that too was possible.

"Watch carefully." Di Jun shook his head. "This time, that human's Great Luo Tribulation has not yet been crossed."

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"Boom……"

Above the vault of heaven, pitch-black lightning kept weaving back and forth.

One could see the radiance atop the World-Destroying Thunder flickering with endless colors — that was the power of the Great Dao.

One must understand that the World-Destroying Thunder carried not only the Great Dao of Thunder, but also the power of many other Great Daos; only when the powers of various Great Daos fused together would they form the heaven-and-earth-destroying World-Destroying Thunder.

When Luo Fu devoured the World-Destroying Thunder that had just attacked him, the World-Destroying Thunder above the vault of heaven pulsed even more terrifyingly and astonishingly.

It was as if, within this stretch of the vault of heaven, a true monster was condensing into form.

This monster drifted ceaselessly within the World-Destroying Thunder, absorbing its power.

Faintly, a barbaric aura spread out from within the World-Destroying Thunder.

It was as if the World-Destroying Thunder in the vault of heaven had given birth to some kind of living being.

In response, Luo Fu, who had just been absorbing the World-Destroying Thunder, sensed it as well.

Regarding this point, Luo Fu was also slightly surprised.

Although somewhat surprised, this was still within Luo Fu's expectations.

As for those demon race, they did not believe Luo Fu had used his physical body to devour the World-Destroying Thunder, but rather had employed some secret art.

To transfer those bolts of World-Destroying Thunder away.

In reality.

Luo Fu really was using his pure physical body to absorb the World-Destroying Thunder, storing the World-Destroying Thunder within his body.

If it were only Luo Fu's current physical body, naturally it would be impossible to fully withstand the World-Destroying Thunder from just now,

But Luo Fu had far more than just his physical body — he also possessed a Heavenly Dao-level enlightened soul, which could continuously control and sort out the World-Destroying Thunder within his body.

More importantly.

Luo Fu possessed the Myriad Spirits Suppressing the Realm grand formation fused with his physical body.

The Myriad Spirits Suppressing the Realm grand formation — Luo Fu's original intent had been for it to surpass both the Star Dou Grand Formation and the Twelve Capital Divine Fiend Grand Formation.

And after listening to the Three Pure Ones preach the Dao and absorbing Pangu's Great Dao inheritance,

through his Heavenly Dao-level enlightenment,

Luo Fu's Myriad Spirits Suppressing the Realm grand formation had long since risen to an incomparably terrifying level.

After all, the Dao of Formations originally demanded little of one's strength.

Luo Fu's cultivation base on the Dao of Formations had by now already surpassed even Saint Tongtian.