Chapter 307

The Primordial World's eternal eon.

Luo Fu felt a faint stir in his heart upon hearing the black dragon's words, woven from the World-Ending Thunder in the void.

The opponent carried the aura of the Primordial Chaos Dragon, clearly a temporary resurrection orchestrated by the Dao of Heaven using some primordial imprint.

After this Lei Jie, this Primordial Chaos Dragon would likely sink once more into the River of Fate.

When Pangu slew the Three Thousand Demonic Gods, he erased everything about them—their past, their future, their karmic destinies.

This made it immensely difficult for the fallen Three Thousand Demonic Gods to revive.

Yet in this current world, like certain Xuanhuan Worlds, a being lives eternally so long as someone remembers them—unless no living being in the world remembers them again.

This Primordial World has not reached such a state.

This is not due to anything else, but because of the strictness of the Primordial World's Daoic laws.

In any case, for the Three Thousand Demonic Gods slain by Pangu to revive is no simple matter.

When Pangu transformed into heaven and earth to form the Primordial World, the Dao of Heaven born from this world naturally comprehended and mastered every aspect of Pangu's embodiment.

That is why the Dao of Heaven could use the Primordial Chaos Dragon's imprint to allow this primordial demonic god to briefly revive in a special manner.

Thus, Luo Fu naturally believed the words of this Primordial Chaos Dragon.

What he had not expected was that in the Chaos World, there still existed beings like himself.

Beings capable of summoning such a Lei Jie with only Taiyi Jin Xian power.

Know that Luo Fu possesses Dao-of-Heaven-level comprehension.

Dao-of-Heaven-level comprehension—that is a talent most primordial demonic gods could never possess; even Pangu, who slew the Three Thousand Demonic Gods, may or may not have possessed such talent.

After all, strength does not equate to comprehension.

This alone is sufficient to indicate.

In the long eons of Chaos, perhaps other prodigies like Luo Fu had once appeared.

"The Primordial World's eternal eon." The Ancestral Ancestors below also heard the black dragon's words.

Having already guessed the black dragon's nature, the Ancestral Ancestors were even more stunned by its words.

Undoubtedly, the black dragon had once been a primordial demonic god.

Thus, its words referred to the era before the Primordial World was forged, when Father Pangu still dwelled in the Chaos World.

The Chaos World was boundless; in the Ancestral Ancestors' hearts, it was a true forbidden zone.

Once, the Ancestral Ancestors had attempted to step beyond the Primordial World, only to feel the terrifying Great Dao storms of the Chaos World.

Even their Ancestral Ancestor bodies suffered damage from those Great Dao storms—wounds of the Great Dao, requiring considerable time to heal.

Thus, lingering too long in Chaos was perilous for them.

As such, to the Ancestral Ancestors, the Chaos World was an absolute forbidden zone.

In that world, perhaps many terrifying powerhouses still lived.

As for the notion that Father Pangu had slain all the Chaos World's powerhouses, the Ancestral Shaman deemed it highly unlikely.

The Chaos World was vast—far greater than the Primordial World by incalculable measure.

Even to fully explore the Primordial World was nearly impossible for the Ancestral Ancestors; how much less so the Chaos World?

"In the Chaos World, could there truly be beings rivaling Father Pangu?" Gonggong murmured.

In Gonggong's eyes, Luo Fu now was Father Pangu.

From the black dragon's words, Donghuang Taiyi discerned the hidden implication: could there be another being equal to Father Pangu? How could that be? After all, Father Pangu was an invincible presence in their eyes.

Who among the primordial demonic gods had ever slain the Three Thousand Demonic Gods and forged the Primordial World from Chaos?

At least, the Ancestral Ancestors had never heard of any other primordial demonic god accomplishing such a feat.

Of course, since they were not within the Chaos World, their understanding of it was inherently limited.

Thus, regarding this black dragon, possibly formed from a primordial demonic god, none of the Ancestral Ancestors offered any rebuttal.

"The Chaos World is infinite," Di Jiang said slowly. "If Father Pangu had reached his peak, he would not have perished."

The other Ancestral Ancestors fell silent.

Though Father Pangu had slain the Three Thousand Demonic Gods, his transformation into heaven and earth, followed by his death, was also fact.

Father Pangu had not truly reached the end.

And in the vast Chaos World, could there truly be beings stronger than Father Pangu?

Among the demonic race.

"Brother, that black dragon was a primordial demonic god," Donghuang Taiyi said in disbelief.

From the black dragon's words, Donghuang Taiyi had discerned the hidden meaning.

The opponent was likely a being from the Chaos World; otherwise, it could not have spoken such words.

What beings existed in Chaos? Only the legendary primordial demonic gods.

"Primordial demonic gods?" Di Jun drew a deep breath and said gravely, "In my view, though its body is formed from World-Ending Thunder, its true spirit is indeed that of a primordial demonic god—but only a minuscule fragment. Otherwise, how could a primordial demonic god's power be so weak now?"

Though this World-Ending Dragon possesses the strength to kill top-tier Pre-God-tier warriors, among primordial demonic gods, it remains weak.

Legends say those primordial demonic gods possessed power rivaling Dao-of-Heaven Saints.

"Your Majesty, regardless, this World-Ending Dragon is terrifying enough. More importantly, Luo Fu of the human race has drawn such a celestial Lei Jie—what should we do?" the demonic god Jiheng worried.

Even the primordial demonic god said Luo Fu's talent was unparalleled.

Should we still seek enmity with such a prodigy?

Thinking of this, not only Jiheng, but several other demonic gods, felt a creeping hesitation in their hearts.

It could only be said that the extraordinary changes Luo Fu provoked during his Tribulation Crossing had gradually filled the demonic gods with dread.

After all, to trigger such terrifying celestial changes while only at the Taiyi Jin Xian realm.

At first, many demonic race elders had looked down on Luo Fu, dismissing him entirely.

But as this Great Luo Jie continued, the pride these demon gods once held shattered completely.

Because they no longer had any reason or right to be proud.

In the past, if they wanted to kill Luo Fu, it would have been as easy as swatting a fly.

Even if Luo Fu could slay top-tier Great Luo Jinxian, facing a Quasi-Saint, he would likely have no chance to fight back.

As for Luo Fu crossing two realms to fight, none of the demon gods had believed it at first.

In the Primordial World, no such genius or monster had ever appeared.

Because none had, it had become an iron law.

In past ages, many geniuses had emerged—some even made Emperor Jun and others marvel—but only to that extent.

How many of those geniuses had reached the Quasi-Saint Realm?

Never mind Quasi-Saint; even becoming a Great Luo Jinxian was rare.

Talent only becomes true success when transformed into strength.

It's not enough to be a genius and assume you can look down on all, believing you'll surely be valued.

The Primordial World is vast, vast beyond measure.

How many geniuses dwell within it? A genius is not just you.

Many gifted geniuses perished on their path of growth—it was all too common.

Luo Fu, as a Taiyi Jinxian, slaying the Great Luo Jinxian Jiuying was indeed astonishing talent among the demon gods.

But talent untransformed into strength is useless.

Yet today, Luo Fu endured the Great Luo Heavenly Jie and shattered these demon gods' old beliefs.

What useless talent?

This human, Luo Fu, likely already possesses Quasi-Saint power.

This much was evident from how he just swallowed the World-Ending Thunder.

Now, perhaps an even more terrifying Jie is coming—so terrifying that even the Chaotic Demon Gods have awakened.

But for demon gods like Jiheng and Yingzhao, their initial arrogance was gone.

What should they do if this human Luo Fu survives the Heavenly Jie?

"Watch…" Emperor Jun's face darkened.

The stronger Luo Fu became, the more he slapped Emperor Jun's face—and the face of the demon race.

Now he could only watch helplessly.

At this moment, this demon race's Emperor Jun dearly wished Luo Fu would die in the Heavenly Jie.

"You are the ancient genius who made Heaven itself rage," the Chaotic Primordial Dragon gazed at Luo Fu, his eyes glinting with strange light.