Chapter 477

Because the fate of this transcendent being was not fixed, but constantly shifting.

The speed of that transformation had never been seen by Hongjun in the past.

Even those who transcended fate merely indicated they had a slight chance to alter it.

But for Luo Fu, not even a chance was needed—his fate had split into hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, and more.

Each one was changing rapidly.

Even Hongjun, with his Heavenly Dao-level power, could no longer calculate Luo Fu's future fate.

Laozi and other Sages might have had little thought on the matter due to Luo Fu possessing the Chaos Pearl, but Hongjun, as a Heavenly Dao-level being, saw far more.

It could be said that Luo Fu must harbor certain secrets.

In the past, Hongjun might still have used his methods to capture Luo Fu and uncover some of those secrets.

But now.

Even Hongjun could not be certain he could capture Luo Fu if he moved against him.

Naturally, Hongjun had never entertained the idea of capturing Luo Fu to interrogate him.

One could say Hongjun remained conscience-clear, so Luo Fu's growing strength brought him no great pressure.

Otherwise, if he and Luo Fu were enemies.

Watching Luo Fu's conduct over this time, he might truly have lost sleep and appetite.

Know this: since Hongjun's birth, he had never seen a being whose power rose so astonishingly as Luo Fu's.

Even Pangu, who forged the Primordial World, could not compare.

After all, Pangu took a long span of time—from birth to slaying the three thousand demonic gods—not a short period of success.

Luo Fu was different.

In just this short time, his power had leaped forward beyond measure.

At first, Hongjun had merely thought Luo Fu possessed the qualification to become a Hunyuan Daoluo, a belief formed after Luo Fu's display on Mount Kunlun.

But after Luo Fu crossed the Daoluo Tribulation and opened the Supreme Changhe, Hongjun realized his assumption might have been wrong.

Hunyuan Daoluo was probably not Luo Fu's endpoint.

Heavenly Dao level?

Hongjun did not know—he himself had only achieved Heavenly Dao level by merging with the Heavenly Dao.

He also did not know whether he might one day be assimilated by the Heavenly Dao.

But Luo Fu possessed qualifications surpassing his own.

He did not need to cultivate to become a Heavenly Dao-level being, as Hongjun had.

This was Hongjun's thought at this moment.

"Luo Fu," Hongjun sighed softly, slowly closing his eyes.

To Hongjun, a vague sense stirred within him—he and Luo Fu would likely meet soon.

On the other side.

Ancestor Minghe, hiding within the Blood Sea, trembled violently.

At this moment, Ancestor Minghe was like a quail, his head bowed low.

For just now, he had sensed an unimaginably terrifying power.

It was more terrifying than a Hunyuan Daoluo.

Ancestor Minghe naturally knew the source of this power—he had seen this great one during the Dao lecture in the Purple Cloud Palace.

That was Ancestor Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

Why had the Dao Ancestor suddenly swept his gaze over the Sea of Nether Blood?

His Blood Sea held no secrets.

After Hongjun's awareness departed, Ancestor Minghe no longer felt that terrifying pressure and finally exhaled.

Even though Hongjun had no malice, Ancestor Minghe had been deeply uneasy just now.

For such a famed Dao Ancestor, killing him would be effortless.

He need not even lift a finger.

"But why did the Dao Ancestor suddenly probe my Blood Sea?" Ancestor Minghe murmured in confusion.

His Blood Sea should have nothing of value.

And if there truly had been any treasure, the Dao Ancestor of old would have claimed it long ago.

Why wait until now?

"If my Blood Sea has changed since before," Ancestor Minghe whispered to himself, and instantly a figure surfaced in his mind—Luo Fu.

This was the difference in his Blood Sea now.

Luo Fu had entered the Blood Sea.

"It seems the Dao Ancestor's target is Luo Fu," Ancestor Minghe's eyes flickered. "But the Dao Ancestor's awareness showed no significant change—could it be that even the Dao Ancestor failed to detect Luo Fu's whereabouts?"

For Ancestor Minghe,

after Luo Fu vanished into the Blood Sea, he lost all trace of Luo Fu.

Even with his intimate connection to the Blood Sea, it was useless.

Now, it seemed the same was true for the Dao Ancestor.

"No—that's the Dao Ancestor, a true Heavenly Dao-level being. How could he fail to detect Luo Fu?" Ancestor Minghe quickly dismissed the thought.

After all, if the Dao Ancestor truly had not detected Luo Fu,

in some sense, that would prove Luo Fu had surpassed the Dao Ancestor—the Primordial World's foremost being. But was that possible?

Even if Luo Fu possessed the power to defeat the Western Sages, he could not have achieved this.

The gap between Great Luo and Chaos Great Luo is already astonishing.

Compared to the Dao of Heaven, it is utterly incomparable.

"Forget it," Ancestor Minghe shook his head.

Whether Luo Fu or Ancestor Hongjun, neither is something he needs to consider now.

He has no right to care about them.

For Ancestor Minghe, he should simply remain peacefully in the Sea of Nether Blood.

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"This is…" After passing through the strange vortex, Luo Fu felt as if he had crossed countless worlds and entered a Strange World.

This place was filled with terrifyingly immense Dao energy.

Here, even a Chaos Great Luo might find it impossible to cultivate in peace.

The chaos of Dao here was even more astonishing than in the Chaos World.

Luo Fu sensed that the fluctuations here resembled those of the Primordial World, yet were also different.

One could say.

This Strange World still existed within the Primordial World, but not as a whole—it was only a part.

The other part was likely caused by the entities Luo Fu now saw before him.

Indeed, before Luo Fu's eyes, countless ruins floated within this Strange World.

The ruins came in all shapes.

Arms, legs, internal organs, skulls—countless fragments filled this place.

Each ruin was vast, blotting out the sky and sun.

The lifeforms of the Primordial World could not compare to these ruins.

Though the ruins appeared extremely dim, faint crimson glows emanated from them, spreading into the formless void.

This made Luo Fu understand.

The crimson aura emitted by the vortex in the Blood Sea must have originated here.

Moreover, these crimson auras had been transformed by the vortex.

Turning them into power suitable for the growth of Primordial World lifeforms.

Otherwise, the Sea of Nether Blood of the Primordial World would long ago have become a forbidden zone.

Because, in Luo Fu's view, these corpses were no ordinary things.

From the crimson streams of energy, Luo Fu sensed a familiar aura.

It was like the bloodline he had condensed from the Mosquito Daoist after slaying him—that of the Chaos Demon Blood Sea.

"It seems the Mosquito Daoist's possession of Chaos Demon bloodline, beyond his inherent origins, may be tied to these ruins in this Strange World," Luo Fu murmured, scanning the sky-obscuring corpses.