Chapter 308

"Too bad, even if you are a genius of ten thousand ages, your realm is only Taiyi Jin Xian—you cannot block this Lei Jie."

"Killing you is my fate of resurrection; then let me fulfill this mission of my rebirth."

As his words ended.

That thousand-zhang black dragon transformed into a black light and surged toward Luo Fu.

Countless world-destroying laws flowed across the black dragon.

The world-destroying lightning could be seen rapidly merging and ascending in power.

With the reinforcement of the Chaos Demon God, the power of the world-destroying lightning grew geometrically.

"Huuu..." Luo Fu gazed at the charging Chaos Black Dragon, exhaled, and within his body, the world-destroying lightning also rose at a mysterious speed.

That was the power of Myriad Spirits Suppressing the Realm augmenting him.

Grasping his sword, Luo Fu did not flee—he too became a black light and charged toward the Chaos Ancestral Dragon formed by the residual spirit imprint.

"Hongmeng Daodao Jue..."

Countless Dao laws flowed unpredictably over his body.

The Eternal Chaos Body was also pushed to its utmost extreme.

This made Luo Fu resemble a black sun—brilliant and dazzling.

One could say.

At this moment, Luo Fu was outputting the world-destroying lightning he had previously absorbed, undergoing some mysterious transformation.

This was similar to how that thousand-zhang world-destroying dragon, after absorbing a sliver of Chaos Demon God's true spirit, experienced a surge in power.

That was deeper utilization of power.

"Good lad." The massive pupil of the black dragon flickered with astonishment—Luo Fu's performance left even him shaken.

A genius born only once in ten thousand eons of Chaos.

In the past, none of the Chaos Demon Gods reached this level; perhaps only Pangu, who slew us demons, possessed such qualification.

But whether this was truly so, the Chaos Ancestral Dragon did not know.

After all, in the long eons of Chaos, this was merely a kind of legend.

"Boom..."

The two forces of world-destroying lightning crashed together violently; terrifying waves of world-destroying lightning erupted in all directions, forcing the nearby Zu Wu and demonic clan elders to release power to resist the Yu Bo.

This clash of power was equivalent to a battle between two top-tier Zhun Sheng.

Even as the two world-destroying lightning forces collided, the energy at their core surged rapidly.

"This is..." Suddenly, the Chaos Ancestral Dragon, whose true spirit was barely revived, froze—his own power had slipped out of his control.

It was as if the world-destroying lightning on his body was being manipulated by an invisible force.

"That boy." The Chaos Ancestral Dragon's pupil turned downward toward Luo Fu.

Luo Fu's face twisted slightly, his body swelling, Dao runes flashing incessantly.

Controlling these two forces of world-destroying lightning placed immense pressure on Luo Fu.

After all.

He was merely a Taiyi Jin Xian.

For a Taiyi Jin Xian to control Zhun Sheng power—this had never been seen before.

But what shocked the Chaos Ancestral Dragon was that the controlled power continued to swell and ascend.

"What is this boy trying to do?" Even a Chaos Ancestral Dragon revived with only a sliver of true spirit now felt intense curiosity.

Because Luo Fu was not using the world-destroying lightning to cancel their attacks—he was instead using some method to continuously amplify the core's power.

Thinking this, the Chaos Ancestral Dragon made no effort to break free from Luo Fu's control.

For a Chaos Ancestral Dragon revived with only a sliver of true spirit,

Whether he killed Luo Fu or did not kill him, his outcome was the same.

When the Heavenly Dao's power dissipated, he would sink back into the Fate Changhe, until one day he could truly awaken.

Or perhaps, remain forever submerged in fate.

The Chaos Ancestral Dragon had no other thoughts on this.

It was a fixed fact—he could do nothing about it.

So, seeing Luo Fu, who surprised even him, stirred interest within the Chaos Ancestral Dragon.

And even more importantly, one other point.

That sliver of revived Chaos Ancestral Dragon's true spirit had detected dragon bloodline energy within Luo Fu—bloodline energy of his own lineage.

Even his Dao inheritance.

Perhaps this being had received the Dao inheritance bestowed by another version of him.

Whether he himself had left behind methods in this world, this sliver of Chaos Ancestral Dragon's true spirit did not know.

For a being of the Chaos Demon God's caliber, it was normal for different fragments of true spirit to be unaware of each other.

He might be the Chaos Ancestral Dragon—or he might not be.

He was merely a sliver of true spirit.

Precisely because of this, the Chaos Ancestral Dragon had never truly intended to kill Luo Fu.

"Hmm..." Luo Fu's expression shifted slightly.

He sensed the hesitation of the revived Chaos Ancestral Dragon.

Though he did not know why, this was good for Luo Fu.

He could more easily proceed to the next step.

"Heavenly Dao Lei Jie, Hunyuan Daluo power."

At a certain moment.

As countless world-destroying thunderbolts once again surged down from the heavens, the power within Luo Fu underwent a metamorphosis at an even more unfathomable speed.

This was the true power of Primordial Chaos Daluo.

That a Taiyi Golden Immortal could erupt with the power of Primordial Chaos Daluo was something no one could have imagined.

Even if Luo Fu had achieved it through some clever trick, it was still the case.

"This is the power of Primordial Chaos Daluo." Ancestral Witch Xuanming sensed the aura surging through heaven and earth and drew a sharp breath.

The power of Primordial Chaos Daluo — that was a force one could only sense on a Heavenly Dao Saint.

Even with the power of a Quasi-Saint, Xuanming understood that beneath such force, they Ancestral Witches were, in certain circumstances, no different from ants.

Of course, the twelve Ancestral Witches naturally possessed certain means that spared them the need to fear Primordial Chaos Daluo.

That was the Twelve Capital Gods Fiendish Formation.

But that required all twelve Ancestral Witches to join hands to achieve.

Yet Luo Fu had done it through the strength of a single person alone.

Perhaps the other party had only managed it by borrowing the world-destroying thunderbolts; at another time, he might not have been able to do so.

But to harness the Heavenly Dao Lei Jie and erupt with the power of Primordial Chaos Daluo, and to wield the power of Primordial Chaos Daluo at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm—

This was something even she, an Ancestral Witch, had never imagined.

"What is Luo Fu planning to do?" Zhu Jiuyin's expression shifted slightly, and he could not help but ask.

Facing the Heavenly Dao Lei Jie, Luo Fu only needed to withstand its attacks.

But now, instead of directly dispersing the Heavenly Dao Lei Jie, he had condensed it instead — what on earth was he trying to do?

"I don't know." Zhurong shook his head. "It's just that what Luo Fu is doing is like walking a single-plank bridge over an abyss — one careless slip and he'll be smashed to pieces."

"Exactly." Dijiang nodded. "But we can only trust him. Luo Fu must have his own reasons for acting this way."

"Because…"

Dijiang did not finish the rest of the sentence, but the other Ancestral Witches all knew what he wanted to say.

That person was Father God Pangu.