Chapter 508

Gradually, Luo Fu's consciousness continued advancing toward an even more distant past.

He arrived before the Primordial World was opened.

He saw the famed Pangu slaying three thousand demonic gods.

Terrifying Chaos energy erupted endlessly within the Chaos World, and the Chaos demonic gods were slain by Pangu as easily as chopping vegetables.

When he devoured the three thousand demonic gods, Pangu's strength reached an absolute peak.

In the end, he swung the Pangu Axe in his hand, intending to open a world like the Primordial World.

To create a world, even a Saint below the Dao level could accomplish it, let alone a Heaven Dao-level cultivator.

But worlds themselves have strengths and weaknesses.

A weak world, faced with the power of Immortals, would likely be instantly shattered, but a world like the Primordial World—

Even a Heaven Dao Saint could not destroy it.

Even the Tongtian Jiaozhu of the Investiture of the Gods Era, if he wished to destroy the world, could only obliterate the living beings and land within the Primordial World.

As for the essence of the Primordial World itself, it was impossible to destroy.

And the Heaven Dao of the Primordial World contained power at the absolute peak of the Heaven Dao level.

"This is opening heaven and earth," Luo Fu whispered, watching Pangu exert every ounce of strength to open the Primordial World.

It was foreseeable that although Pangu succeeded in opening heaven and earth, he himself could not endure it.

As the Primordial World slowly took shape, Pangu's lips curled into a faint smile, yet his gaze still carried a trace of regret.

"Even attaining the Great Dao level, I still cannot accomplish it," Pangu murmured, gazing at the slightly broken Pangu Axe in his hand.

Though he slew three thousand demonic gods and devoured them, Pangu's strength surged dramatically, giving him hope to attain the Great Dao level.

But in the end, he still failed.

Pangu himself had a profound inner realization of this.

"Who…?"

Suddenly, Pangu's gaze fixed upon the place where Luo Fu stood.

He sensed an inexplicable fluctuation here.

"Pangu…"

Luo Fu's Primordial Spirit slowly manifested in that world, gazing at the other from afar, as if the two existed in separate Dimensional Worlds.

"Who are you?" Pangu regarded Luo Fu with a cautious gaze; he could not fathom him at all.

"Pangu, I look forward to our next meeting," Luo Fu said, gazing at Pangu, then spoke these words.

Because Luo Fu felt his Primordial Spirit's reverse flow along the Time River was nearly over.

His conversation with Pangu was already influencing what was called the past.

This affected not merely the Primordial World, but also the Chaos World.

Only because Luo Fu's own comprehension of the Great Dao had elevated his Primordial Spirit's thought to an astonishing degree could his consciousness reverse the Time River.

But under normal circumstances, no one else could detect Luo Fu.

Not even Ancestor Hongjun, Luo Hou, or the previously slain Chaos demonic gods.

Now that Pangu had discovered him, this proved that Pangu, at the time, had perhaps been only a step away from attaining the Great Dao level.

Unfortunately, even a single step away was an infinite divide.

"Boom…"

Power contracted; Luo Fu's Primordial Spirit consciousness rapidly reversed back, fragments flashing through his mind.

In the ancient Chaos World.

Watching the Primordial World flicker into existence yet teeter on the brink of destruction, Pangu smiled, a carefree grin.

"Ha! Friend, I look forward to our next meeting," Pangu laughed loudly, his massive body stepping directly into the Primordial World.

"Rise…"

Seeing the Primordial World on the verge of collapse, Pangu braced his hands and feet against heaven and earth, continuously expanding and perfecting the newly opened world.

And Luo Fu, returning toward his original era, vaguely saw that colossal figure obscuring heaven and earth.

Did Pangu ultimately perish, or did he not?

Even Luo Fu's reverse flow along the Time River had never truly revealed it.

On the other side.

Luo Fu, advancing toward the future, encountered nothing unusual.

He saw humanity's rise, the Investiture of the Gods calamity, the Journey to the West calamity.

The future, because of his existence, had become entirely different.

But strangely—

His mind, standing above the Time River, saw a future in which he himself did not exist.

As if he had vanished from the fate of this world.

This was a future without him.

"The Mythic Great Luo Art transcends fate and the Time River—it does not alter the future."

Suddenly, a flash of insight appeared in Luo Fu's mind.

He seemed to have grasped, in some ineffable way, the opportunity to attain Dao.

"I am a Mythic cultivator, influencing the Heavens and Myriad Worlds."