Chapter 330

"Hahaha, Dao, too bad, your attack is useless against me." The Chaotic Ancestral Dragon laughed as he gazed at the dense storm of lightning.

The moment he finished speaking.

His figure grew increasingly insubstantial, just as the dense lightning was about to strike the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon.

A loud bang.

The faint spark of the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon's true spirit shattered into fragments and vanished.

This Chaos Demon God, who had just revived, fell once more into fate.

Yet the momentum of the Lei Jie did not diminish—it crashed onto the Primordial World.

"Boom—boom—"

Terrifying sounds rose and fell in succession; beneath this divine cleansing, the entire earth turned to ruins.

Fortunately, there were few sentient beings in this realm; otherwise, most would have been obliterated by that single strike.

The power just unleashed had reached the layer of Great Luo.

It was equivalent to a Saint striking out.

Of course, within the Primordial World, even if Dao descended upon the land, it still exercised some restraint.

After all, if the Primordial World perished, its Dao's power would weaken.

The complete Primordial World was what its Dao required.

"Hummm..."

Meanwhile, as the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon continued sinking into the Changhe of fate, the black sphere instantly merged into Luo Fu's body.

Immediately, boundless power erupted from Luo Fu.

This was the power left behind by the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon, granting Luo Fu a chance to save himself.

One could say.

With the last remnant of the World-Ending Dragon, the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon had barely elevated this power to the layer of Great Luo.

This was already an extraordinary feat.

Within Luo Fu's consciousness sea.

The black sphere also instantly merged into this space.

Radiant glyphs of the Dao flared forth, encircling the sphere, continuously dissolving everything upon it.

To Luo Fu's surprise, this sphere was truly nothing but pure Daoic inheritance—no tricks or manipulations from the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon lurked within.

Just moments ago, Luo Fu had expected the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon to leave some hidden mechanism within the power.

But even if the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon had done so, it would have done Luo Fu no good now—instead, it would merely become nourishment for him.

For at this moment, Luo Fu's comprehension had grown to an unimaginable level.

Luo Fu felt that even a simple breath could grant him profound insights into the Dao's laws.

This was fundamentally different from his previous Dao-level comprehension.

If Luo Fu now attempted something like before—say, detaching himself from the Changhe of time—it would become exceedingly simple.

Even the Daoic inheritance bestowed by the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon was being dissolved under Luo Fu's comprehension, becoming part of his own Daoic system.

The Dao's eye in the heavens, its cold gaze fixed upon Luo Fu, now held power pushed to its absolute limit.

Layer of Great Luo—and not the ordinary kind.

The Three Pure Ones, the Two Western Saints, and other Daoic Saints felt this power at its critical threshold and confirmed within their hearts.

Life or death.

After this strike, all would be clear.

"Luo Fu." Tongtian Jiaozhu gripped his Qingping Sword, his face tense.

As a Saint, he had not felt such tension in a long time.

Yet now, Tongtian Jiaozhu felt it once more.

Knowing that even he, Tongtian, might not withstand this force of Dao—could his disciple succeed?

Of course, the power granted to Luo Fu by the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon had at least increased his chance of survival—even if only by a fraction.

"Boom..."

Finally, the power within the Dao's eye erupted—it was the judgment of Dao.

It was the power that judged all things.

Beneath this judgment, the very essence of all things would be erased.

Even your fate would be obliterated by Dao's power.

"Judgment, judgment..."

The heavens and earth seemed to echo this sound—the judgment upon Luo Fu.

At this moment, this was no longer merely a Great Luo trial.

It was Luo Fu's Daoic trial for having severed himself from the Changhe of time.