Chapter 436

"Thump…"

When Luo Fu condensed his Chaotic True Body, all of the Primordial World sank into absolute terror.

Clearly, this power was not something a Semi-Sage could possess.

How could a Semi-Sage-level powerhouse possibly affect Heaven and Earth in such a way?

The thought of "Chaotic Great Luo" surfaced in the minds of many beings.

Could it be that a Heavenly Dao Saint was fighting in this world? Only then could such a terrifying impact be inflicted upon this realm.

Otherwise, the myriad Primordial World beings could not conceive of any other realm capable of producing such a scene.

Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi sat cross-legged beneath the Ginseng Fruit Tree, slowly cultivating.

Since his friend Hong Yun was killed, Zhen Yuanzi had withdrawn from the Primordial World.

Although Zhen Yuanzi was no ordinary Semi-Sage among the many Semi-Sages,

compared to the Wu Clan or even figures like Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi, he was still slightly inferior.

Those who were the Heavenly Dao's protagonists—the Wu and Yao Clans—

yet under the auspices of the world's destined fate, their power surged far more rapidly.

Zhen Yuanzi was merely a primordial deity who rose from the ordinary Primordial World.

Of course, Zhen Yuanzi's survival to this day, without perishing in the chaos of Heaven and Earth, was no simple feat—he possessed certain means.

Otherwise, among the three thousand mortal disciples who once listened to the Dao in Purple Cloud Palace, many had perished over the centuries due to inexplicable conflicts.

That Zhen Yuanzi still lived, in some sense, meant his own destiny was sufficient.

Otherwise, so many powerful beings who once listened to the Dao in Ancestor Hongjun's presence had, by the Wu-Yao era, barely survived.

It could be said that, with time, the surviving mortal disciples would only grow fewer.

But unquestionably, this Zhen Yuanzi had persisted all along—that was certain.

He had also shown notable presence in the Journey to the West Era.

Through the Wu-Yao Cataclysm, the Fengshen Cataclysm, and even the Journey to the West Cataclysm, this Ancestor of Earth Immortals had endured them all.

"Hmm…" On this day, Zhen Yuanzi, immersed in cultivation, was jolted awake by a terrifying force.

That terrifying bloodline power made Zhen Yuanzi's physical body instinctively tremble.

It was foreseeable that this bloodline was far superior to his own.

Yet as a primordial deity, even the Ancestral Wu, born from Pangu's essence blood, could not impose such pressure upon him through bloodline alone.

That left only one possibility.

"Pangu the Great God," Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed slightly.

This terrifying force stirred within Zhen Yuanzi's soul a strange sense of familiarity.

This familiarity felt as though it had always existed.

Precisely because of this, Zhen Yuanzi recalled the most fundamental origin of bloodline in the Primordial World: Pangu the Great God.

Only Pangu the Great God's bloodline could possibly cause such a transformation in him.

"Is it the Twelve Ancestral Wu… or…?" Zhen Yuanzi's eyes glowed with mysterious light, for within this terrifying bloodline power, he sensed another familiar force.

He had sensed this force before.

That was the Saint's direct disciple, Luo Fu.

Yes, it was indeed this Saint's direct disciple—but the sudden manifestation of this mysterious bloodline power made him seem unfamiliar to Zhen Yuanzi.

Luo Fu had never used such bloodline power before.

That was natural.

Pangu's true bloodline power was something Luo Fu had obtained only after acquiring a portion of Pangu's essence blood from the Twelve Ancestral Wu, finally refining it into true Pangu bloodline.

It was not merely like the Ancestral Wu, who possessed only essence blood.

As Luo Fu seized more Great Dao inheritance power from the Main God Space,

he gained clearer insight into the inheritance he had received from Pangu's shattered soul.

Mastering Pangu's power was a simple matter for Luo Fu.

The Primordial World, as the world opened by Pangu, and the fact that most Primordial World beings were formed from Pangu's body,

meant that using Pangu's power to open the Cycle of Rebirth would be far simpler.

Thus, under the Heavenly Dao's grand tide, Sister Houtu becoming one who transformed into the Cycle of Rebirth was not merely due to possessing the Cycle of Rebirth Dao.

Ancestral Wu Hall.

Aside from Sister Houtu, all other Ancestral Wu were in seclusion, cultivating.

Although the Wu and Yao Clans had enjoyed a brief peace over the past few centuries, the Ancestral Wu understood

that this peace would not last long.

A major reason was that when their Father God underwent Tribulation Crossing, he inflicted severe wounds upon the high echelons of the Demon Clan.

Because of these wounds, the Demon Clan lacked the strength to strike back at the Wu Clan.

Of course, the Wu Clan had not seized this opportunity to attack the Demon Clan either.

For such an attack, even if victorious, would be a pyrrhic victory, possibly costing several Ancestral Wu their lives in the great battle.

That was not what the Ancestral Wu desired.

Thus, during this time, Ancestral Wu like Di Jiang devoted themselves entirely to strengthening their cultivation.

Moreover, now that they knew of their Father God's reincarnation,

when their Father God truly awoke, defeating the Demon Clan might become far easier.

Then what of these Ancestral Wu themselves?

Their little sister Houtu is still by Father God's side.

It was precisely because the Witches and Demons races each had their own ideas that the Great Desolate land, during these years, happened to fall into a strange kind of peace.

But on this day, the Ancestral Witches who were in the midst of cultivating were all startled awake one after another.

Even though they were staying in the Ancestral Witch Hall, that vastness, that terrifying bloodline power still stimulated them.

Because that bloodline seemed to be the very source of their own bloodline.

"It is Father God's bloodline power," Zhu Rong could not help saying.

"The bloodline power is coming from over there." Zhujiu Yin pointed in that direction. "Over there I sensed little sister's aura."

"In other words, this bloodline power comes from Father God's reincarnation, Luo Fu," Sister Xuanming said.

"There's a very good chance of that," Di Jiang nodded. "It's just that we don't know what Father God's reincarnation actually wants to do."

That terrifying fluctuation of bloodline power.

In Di Jiang's view, the power fluctuation it contained had long since surpassed that of these Ancestral Witches at the Quasi-Saint layer.

Even if they borrowed the Twelve Heavenly Spirits, summoning the Pangu True Body, the power it possessed would probably only be about this much.

"Yes, truly something to look forward to." A gleam shone in Sister Xuanming's eyes. "I wonder what earth-shattering thing Father God will do this time."

In Ancestral Witch Sister Xuanming's eyes, that Father God's reincarnation Luo Fu, bursting forth with such power at this moment, must certainly be about to do some earth-shattering thing.

One could only say.