Chapter 431

The Three Pure Ones and other Heavenly Dao Saints had not even achieved the Twelve-Petal Blossom.

From this, it is enough to show how extraordinarily heaven-defying the aptitude of an Eighteen-Petal Blossom truly is.

Thus, Luo Fu's praise was equivalent to a future Saint praising him — and for Ancestor Minghe, this still held some value.

"But…" Before Ancestor Minghe could react, Luo Fu shifted tone, "But, Ancestor Minghe, the Honghuang lands revere the strong devouring the weak; I trust you do not oppose this."

"Naturally," Ancestor Minghe frowned, yet still agreed.

The strong devour the weak.

The current Hegemonic Struggle between the Wu and Yao clans largely proves this point.

Even these Peak Immortals are no exception.

And had it not been for Luo Fu's backing by a Saint, his own extraordinary nature, and the presence of the Ancestral Wu Sister Houtu beside him,

Ancestor Minghe would not have hesitated to act.

But had it been another person, Ancestor Minghe would not have wasted words — he would have crushed them outright.

Thus, Ancestor Minghe still agreed with Luo Fu's words.

The strong determine the fate of the weak.

This is the main theme of the Honghuang lands.

"Then, what if my strength surpasses yours?" Luo Fu said with a smile.

"Surpasses me?" Ancestor Minghe paused, then burst into a furious laugh, "Luo Fu, though you are a Saint's disciple, though your aptitude is unprecedentedly powerful, though you are said to be capable of attaining Hunyuan Daoluo — understand this: right now, you have not yet transformed that astonishing aptitude into actual strength."

"If you continue, your arrogance will destroy you. Then I shall, on behalf of your teacher Saint Tongtian, properly teach you a lesson," Ancestor Minghe growled.

At this moment, though furious, Ancestor Minghe still retained some reason and had no intention of killing Luo Fu.

After all, Luo Fu was a Saint's disciple.

Had it been a powerful member of the Yao clan, the outcome might have been different.

The Wu and Yao clans.

Though currently the dominant powers of the Honghuang lands, they are, to some extent, influenced by the calamity qi of the Great Calamity.

Under the influence of this calamity qi,

forget about Saints — even ordinary beings who enter the Great Calamity may act in ways utterly contrary to their original nature.

Just as,

during the final great battle between the Wu and Yao clans, they truly went blood-mad, and the high echelons of both clans were completely wiped out.

It was as if the Heavenly Dao forcibly ended the Wu and Yao clans.

Even the Ancestral Wu Gonggong's final act — smashing into Buzhou Mountain, causing its collapse —

was something only possible without reason.

This alone shows how terrifying the influence of the calamity qi during the Great Calamity truly is.

It stripped them of all reason.

And this is not unique to this Wu-Yao Great Calamity — the same signs appear in the prior Era of Hegemonic Struggle among the Long Feng and Beginning Qilin, and even in the later Fengshen Great Calamity.

One can discern clear patterns.

Those who enter the calamity are inevitably affected to some degree.

Even the famed Saints are subtly influenced by the calamity qi — how much more so for beings beneath the Saintly rank?

It is common for them, under the influence of calamity qi, to act against their own nature.

Ancestor Minghe, who remained entirely secluded within his Blood Sea throughout this Wu-Yao Great Calamity, has not entered the calamity at all.

Much less has he been affected by the related calamity qi.

Otherwise, Ancestor Minghe might have struck out at Luo Fu in rage — and with intent to kill.

As for now, Ancestor Minghe merely intends to teach Luo Fu a lesson.

Boom—

A staggering force of killing Dao erupted from Ancestor Minghe, and two long swords appeared — Lin Yuantu and A'ni, the twin swords that kill without entangling karma.

"Luo Fu, I shall give you one final chance," Ancestor Minghe said slowly.

"One final chance?" Luo Fu smiled faintly, "Ancestor Minghe, my stance remains unchanged."

"Kill…"

Ancestor Minghe wasted no more words.

In his eyes, Luo Fu's arrogance stemmed solely from his overwhelming aptitude.

Now, as a Peak Immortal, he would awaken the boy.

The Blood Sea trembled; all wandering souls and negative energies around him were swiftly shattered and destroyed by this outburst.

This was an attack infused with Peak Immortal power.

Not to mention Lin Yuantu and A'ni transforming into two crimson dragons that lunged toward Luo Fu.

Facing Ancestor Minghe's attack, Luo Fu shook his head and slowly extended his right hand.

Terrifying Dao forces coalesced in an unfathomably profound manner.

"Dao of the World, World Prison."

Countless terrifying Dao forces surged and gathered across this realm.

Before Ancestor Minghe's stunned gaze, these Dao forces solidified into a prison that bound him utterly.

"A mere prison."

Ancestor Minghe roared in fury, his Lin Yuantu and A'ni becoming two crimson dragons that shot forward.

Boom—

A deafening sound echoed within the tiny prison, and Ancestor Minghe's face darkened.

His attacks didn't even slightly shake this cage.

It was clear that, under his attacks, the cage imprisoning him by Luo Fu remained as solid as Mount Tai.

You must understand that, in his eyes, Luo Fu was merely an ordinary Da Luo Golden Immortal.

A Great Luo Jinxian imprisoning a Semi-Immortal? That's too much of a joke.

Even the top-tier Semi-Immortals couldn't achieve such complete imprisonment.

"Luo Fu, it seems I underestimated you."

Ancestor Minghe took a deep breath.

Ancestor Minghe's entire body turned blood-red; cosmic runes spread from his body—he was preparing to unleash his full power and shatter this cage.

He simply didn't believe it.

A cage made by a mere Great Luo Jinxian—how could it keep him locked?

Of course, Luo Fu paid no attention to Ancestor Minghe's attacks.

The current Luo Fu had a proper understanding of his own strength.

Perhaps Ancestor Minghe could escape from his world cage, but it wouldn't happen in a short time.

Absorbing the cosmic inheritance seized from the Master God's space, Luo Fu had pushed his own Dao utilization to an unimaginable level.

So Luo Fu turned his gaze toward the Ancestral Witch Sister Houtu, who was lost in enlightenment.

Because Sister Houtu had slowly opened her eyes and awakened from her enlightenment.

In her beautiful eyes lingered a trace of compassion, a trace of helplessness, and a trace of unwavering resolve.

Perhaps within the grand tide of Heaven's Dao.

Sister Houtu understood her mission—the final outcome of the Witch-Yao Great Calamity.

She needed to make her choice.