Chapter 471

But Luo Fu, who possesses Dao-level comprehension, lacks nothing in Daoic insight.

This point, even sages like Tongtian Jiaozhu could see clearly.

If Luo Fu's own Daoic insight had not reached such a height, how could he subdue Zhunti?

Precisely so.

As long as Luo Fu accumulates sufficient foundation, attaining Hunyuan Daoluo is a foregone conclusion.

Yet Tongtian Jiaozhu does not know that the Daoic insight Luo Fu displayed against Zhunti is merely a tiny fraction of his total Daoic insight.

Let alone any inheritance of Dao-level power.

Even the Daoic system at Tian Dao's level, Luo Fu has not revealed.

"Wen Daoren, what a pity," Luo Fu murmured in the Blood Sea, his eyes cold and indifferent.

Now, before Luo Fu, the Wen Daoren, hundreds of zhang in size, had vanished—he was directly suppressed and killed by Luo Fu.

Any resistance is meaningless against the current Luo Fu.

"This is the blood of the Chaotic Demons," Luo Fu flipped his palm.

A drop of black-red blood appeared in Luo Fu's hand, radiating astonishing malevolent energy, with countless Daoic forces swirling within it.

In a haze, one could almost see a Chaotic Demon roaring endlessly inside.

"Hmph, a mere fallen Chaotic Demon—you have not even the slightest chance of resurrection," Luo Fu smiled faintly.

This black-red blood before him was precisely the Chaotic Demon blood Luo Fu condensed from the corpse of the slain Wen Daoren.

Indeed, to Luo Fu, this drop of Chaotic Demon blood was genuine.

Luo Fu had previously sensed the Ancestral Wu blood from the Wu Clan.

But the Ancestral Wu were formed from Pangu's essence blood—their bloodline's power far surpassed the demonic blood in Wen Daoren's body.

After all, the demonic bloodlines appearing in this Primordial World were merely remnants left behind after Pangu slew and devoured them.

As for their true spirits, they had long been utterly destroyed by Luo Fu.

"Now, continue deeper into the Blood Sea," Luo Fu sealed away the essence blood and pressed further into the depths of the Blood Sea.

Not long after.

Luo Fu's feet seemed to touch solid ground—he had successfully arrived at the deepest part of the Blood Sea.

"The deepest part of the Blood Sea has been reached," Luo Fu scanned the surroundings.

The Blood Sea at its deepest point had become utterly viscous.

Though called a Blood Sea, it appeared more like a solid substance—only Luo Fu's own profound Daoic power could repel these blood-like materials.

Otherwise, even a Daoluo Jin Xian could not enter the deepest part of the Blood Sea.

Know that within this Blood Sea also lies immensely terrifying Daoic power—though this Daoic power is negative.

Otherwise, before the Six Paths of Reincarnation were created, how could the negative energies and countless karmic spirits of the Primordial World have settled into the Blood Sea?

There were reasons for it.

As the Yin Blood Sea formed from Pangu's turbid qi, to Pangu himself, it was negative energy matter.

Thus, after he transformed into heaven and earth, this portion became the Blood Sea.

"No living beings at all?" Luo Fu looked around and spoke gravely.

Earlier, when Luo Fu descended into the Blood Sea, he could still see some living creatures within it.

They were born from the Blood Sea.

Though the Blood Sea's environment is harsh, some creatures adapt remarkably well.

Certain lifeforms can still grow within the Blood Sea, and Ancestor Minghe cared little about them.

After all, such creatures added a touch of vitality to the Blood Sea.

Moreover, some Blood Sea lifeforms could provide trials for the Asura clan he created.

Though Ancestor Minghe was born from the Blood Sea,

Even if killed, Ancestor Minghe could revive through the Blood Sea.

But this was only because he had formed a certain bond with the Blood Sea and crafted his own Blood Spirits from it.

That granted Ancestor Minghe the ability: "As long as the Blood Sea does not dry, Ancestor Minghe does not die."

But this does not mean everything in the Blood Sea belongs to Ancestor Minghe.

Otherwise, Ancestor Minghe could never have missed the existence of Wen Daoren.

Wen Daoren's existence was, to a certain extent, Ancestor Minghe's natural enemy.

He possessed the ability: "As long as the Blood Sea does not dry, Ancestor Minghe does not die."

Applied to Wen Daoren, it would be useless.

If killed by Wen Daoren, Ancestor Minghe would truly be dead.

But due to Luo Fu's presence, this natural enemy had not yet grown, and was already eliminated by Luo Fu.

One could say Ancestor Minghe was fortunate in this regard.

Let that pass for now.

After arriving at the deepest part of the Blood Sea, Luo Fu walked endlessly through it.

No matter how long he walked here, everything around him seemed utterly unchanged.

What you see, what you perceive—all remains the same.

It is a disturbance of Dao.

Or rather, this is not merely the Yin Blood Sea—it is also a disturbance of the Primordial Heaven and Earth.

The Primordial Heaven and Earth differ from Tian Dao.

Tian Dao is merely Tian Dao.

But the Primordial World contains the Dao of Heaven, the Dao of Earth, the Dao of Humanity, and countless living beings of the Primordial World.

This is precisely where the two differ.

Therefore, in this sea of blood, the influence of Heaven and Earth's power is even greater than that of the Dao of Heaven.

Even a Hunyuan Daoluo would find nothing here, and might easily become lost in such a blood-sea environment.

Of course, if a Saint wished to walk out of this influence, it would still be easy.

After all, it is merely a subtle, gradual influence.

Thus, the Dao-of-Heaven Saints cannot detect anything here.

But Luo Fu is different.

Possessing the legacy of Great Dao power, Luo Fu's understanding has long surpassed this Primordial World.

Added to this, Luo Fu's Great Dao-level comprehension grants him sufficient means.

Therefore,

Do not judge Luo Fu by his current strength, which is still insufficient to rival a Hunyuan Daoluo.

Yet the methods he possesses are incomparably more formidable than those of a Hunyuan Daoluo.

Whether the Two Western Saints or the Three Pure Ones, none of them knew that Luo Fu's methods were merely the tip of the iceberg.

The cards Luo Fu holds are countless.

The sea of blood is boundless; Luo Fu did not know how long he had walked here.

It seemed time had no effect whatsoever in this environment.

Of course, to Luo Fu, time was now of little value.

Possessing the power of a Daoluo Jin Xian, Luo Fu's lifespan had already become infinite—he alone determined the length of his own life.

After all, Luo Fu himself had transcended the time-river of the Primordial World.

Otherwise, the Dao of Heaven could still target Luo Fu.

In that case,

Luo Fu's creation of the Six Realms of Rebirth, followed by the Dao of Heaven's judgment, would not have been so easily overcome.

Then, Luo Fu would have had to forcibly resist the Dao of Heaven to survive.

At a certain moment, Luo Fu halted his steps.

"Arrived…" Luo Fu's gaze fixed on the distance; his eyes shimmered with runes, causing his eyes to undergo a startling transformation.

The blood-red expanse before him began to split apart, and all before him returned to stillness.

That blood-red expanse was merely constructs formed by the Dao of Time and certain energies.

All things under heaven cannot escape the power of the Dao.

When the blood-red sea vanished, what appeared before Luo Fu was a vortex-like entity, endlessly swallowing and exhaling.