Chapter 322: Eighteen Petals in Bloom! A Being Beyond Pangu!

Omniscient and omnipotent, capable of all things.

It was as if whatever he wished to do, he could do it.

Even wishing to kill the Dao Ancestor Hongjun or erase the Heavenly Dao itself was something easily achievable.

Of course, at once, Luo Fu knew this feeling was an illusion—a transformation wrought upon his soul by fusing past and future.

This made his soul unlike any other life in the Primordial World.

Luo Fu transcended the Primordial World, yet was also immersed within it.

Of course, this feeling vanished quickly.

Luo Fu soon awakened from this omniscient, omnipotent perspective; within him, boundless power surged wildly.

"Hummm… hummm… hummm…"

Three flowers floated above Luo Fu's head—three blossoms veiled in infinite Dao.

For those present, the powerful ones, they knew what they were.

They were the supernatural phenomenon that arose when every powerful being broke through to Great Luo—three flowers atop the head.

In the Primordial World, when a powerful being broke from Taiyi Jin Xian to Great Luo Jinxian, they would gather the three flowers atop their head, and these flowers would transform.

The number of petals that bloomed generally determined a life's innate talent and future potential.

The Three Pure Ones and others like them had bloomed ten petals at their breakthrough; the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had bloomed eleven.

Legends spoke of twelve petals—something only the legendary Pangu had ever achieved, a power that transcended countless Chaotic Demon Gods.

With such a foundation, achieving this was entirely natural.

Of course, how many petals bloomed did not determine the ultimate limit of a life's potential, but it did indicate, to some degree, whether they had the qualification.

If one possessed nine petals or more, they possessed the capacity to attain the path of a True Saint, even a Chaos Great Luo.

The more petals that bloomed atop the three flowers, the greater one's future achievements might be.

The Three Pure Ones, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and the legendary Pangu had, in some way, proven this.

Now, as Luo Fu, like other Great Luo Jinxian, opened his three flowers atop his head, all eyes turned toward him.

Even the several Saints above the heavens did the same.

For other powerful beings breaking through to Great Luo, the Saints would never focus so intently.

Because even without watching directly, the Saints could calculate the general state of such a life.

But before Luo Fu, they could no longer calculate at all.

This was not because the Three Pure Ones had previously cloaked Luo Fu in Saintly power to obscure his fate.

It was because, just now, Luo Fu absorbed the past and future from the Primordial World's Time River—making him a true transcender of fate.

Even they could not calculate Luo Fu's fate.

Let alone.

From his earlier display, Luo Fu's foundation was undoubtedly inconceivable.

Otherwise, why would the Heavenly Dao have summoned such a terrifying Lei Jie just now?

Thus, in the Saints' speculation,

Luo Fu's three flowers this time would be at least ten petals—equal to theirs.

Perhaps even eleven petals, matching their teacher, or the legendary twelve petals of Pangu.

The three flowers above Luo Fu bloomed with multicolored Dao light, their petals continuously unfolding and expanding.

One, two, three…

The three flowers kept blooming; the Wu and Yao clan's powerful ones watched with rapt attention.

At this moment,

Though Luo Fu was breaking through, they could do nothing.

Didn't they see? The Heavenly Dao's Lei Jie still roared, and the World-Ending Thunder within continued to grow.

As if a more terrifying power was being born and gestating within.

But because Luo Fu had broken through to Great Luo and opened his three flowers, all attention had been drawn to him.

They wanted to see—based on Luo Fu's earlier display—how many petals would bloom.

Above ten petals—that was the certainty in the hearts of the Wu and Yao clans, and even the Three Pure Ones and other Saints.

If Luo Fu had not reached ten petals or more, they would say the Heavenly Dao must be flawed.

But soon,

Under all eyes,

Luo Fu's three flowers bloomed to eleven petals—eleven-petal bloom…

"Is this the limit?" Dong Huang Taiyi and Di Jun felt complex emotions.

Seeing Luo Fu's three flowers change, witnessing eleven petals bloom, their hearts felt as if struck by a heavy blow.

According to certain theories of innate talent, Luo Fu could now rival the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

The Dao Ancestor Hongjun now stood above all, exalted above all life.

Even Di Jun and the others of the Yao clan might still harbor thoughts of challenging the Heavenly Dao Saints.

But to challenge the Dao Ancestor Hongjun? They had not even a single thought of it.

He was the Dao Ancestor who had become the Heavenly Dao.

In some sense, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun was the Heavenly Dao; the Heavenly Dao was the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

No matter how hard they tried, could they surpass the Heavenly Dao?

Clearly,

It was impossible.