A Grand Unity Golden Immortal!
This was the true dividing line between the strong in the Primordial Wilderness!
Once one leaped beyond the river of fate and overlooked the timeline, one's True Spirit would be entrusted to the void. Unless one encountered a Tribulation or was deliberately targeted by a Saint-level existence, one could be called impervious to countless tribulations and free to roam at ease!
Su Ming sank his thoughts into his Niwan Palace. The immortal Dao Fruit formed from the Three Lotuses merging into one was quietly suspended there, radiating an eternal, indestructible brilliance.
However, he knew this was only the beginning.
There were vast differences even between Grand Unity Golden Immortals!
What determined all of this was one's foundation, one's reserves, and the grade of the Three Flowers above one's head!
"Rise!"
Su Ming gave a soft shout in his heart.
Inside his Niwan Palace, the Dao Fruit trembled lightly and once again transformed into Three Lotuses. They slowly rose above his head—one green, one crimson, and one golden—representing the foundations of the past, present, and future: the Three Lives.
At this moment, the Three Lotuses were still only budding and had yet to reveal their true grades.
"Nine Revolutions Primordial Art, condense for me!"
Su Ming circulated his cultivation art with all his strength. The Pangu Essence Blood in his body, of which less than a tenth had been consumed, boiled once more!
A vast and boundless energy, like the Heavenly River bursting its banks, surged madly toward the Three Lotuses above his head!
Buzz!
The first green lotus trembled lightly and slowly bloomed.
First Grade!
Second Grade!
Third Grade!
Three divine rings appeared above the Lotus Platform, their radiance flowing with Dao Rhythm Innate.
For ordinary immortals and gods, blooming to the Third Grade meant that their foundation was already firm, qualifying them to continue along the path of the Grand Unity.
But to Su Ming, this was merely the blink of an eye!
The infusion of energy did not pause in the slightest. Every beat of the Heart of Pangu caused the lotus's grade to surge wildly!
Fourth Grade!
Fifth Grade!
Sixth Grade!
Three more divine rings appeared above the Lotus Platform, bringing the total to six!
Its radiance blazed, almost illuminating the entire Pangu Hall until it was transparent!
Blooming to the Sixth Grade was enough to be called the bearing of a great power in the Primordial Wilderness! Figures like Demon Master Kunpeng and Ancestor Minghe were only at this level.
Yet Su Ming's expression did not ripple in the slightest.
Because he could sense that neither the Pangu Essence Blood nor the potential of the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art had reached its limit!
His target had never been the mere Sixth Grade!
"Give me... bloom again!"
Boom!
The torrent of energy grew even more violent!
Seventh Grade!
Eighth Grade!
Ninth Grade!
When the ninth divine ring condensed above the Lotus Platform, the entire Pangu Hall began to tremble violently!
Outside the hall, the Pangu aura that had already shaken the minds of the Twelve Ancestral Magi suddenly surged more than tenfold!
On the battlefield at Buzhou Mountain, Di Jun and Tai Yi's faces instantly went deathly pale. They were actually forced backward again and again by this pressure, their eyes filled with terror!
"Nine Grades! Blooming to the Nine Grades!"
Dijiang's voice trembled. It was not fear, but excitement and frenzy originating from his bloodline!
"The pinnacle beneath the Heavenly Dao! A foundation on the same level as the Three Pure Ones' Dao Ancestor and Lady Nuwa!"
Brilliant light flashed repeatedly in Houtu's beautiful eyes.
Blooming to the Nine Grades was already the utmost limit that the Heavenly Dao could contain!
It was the foundation of a Saint!
Just what divine being was inside Pangu Hall to possess such heaven-defying Origin/Foundation?!
However, inside Pangu Hall, Su Ming's brows faintly creased.
Nine Grades.
The Three Lotuses had all reached the Nine Grades, dazzling and sacred, as though they were the most perfect works of art in the world.
Yet he always felt that something was still missing.
"The limit? My limit?"
"The Heavenly Dao's limit is not my limit, Su Ming's!"
A dazzling radiance never seen before erupted from Su Ming's eyes!
He suddenly understood the crux of the matter!
The Three Pure Ones had been transformed from the Primordial Spirit of Pangu, while the Twelve Ancestral Magi had been transformed from Pangu Essence Blood. Although their origins were heaven-defying, they had ultimately inherited only part of Pangu.
But he was different!
He was a unique existence born by the Heart of Pangu merging with the final fragment of the Primordial Spirit of Pangu through a fortunate coincidence!
He was the existence closest to Pangu himself!
The Heavenly Dao could control others, but not Pangu!
Above the Heavenly Dao was the Great Dao!
Above the Great Dao was the Primordial Chaos!
Su Ming possessed a pure Pangu Bloodline.
The mere Heavenly Dao naturally could not control him!
"So that's how it is... The true meaning of the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art is to break through all shackles and recreate the Primordial Chaos!"
"The mere Heavenly Dao wants to bind me?!"
"Break! Break! Break!"
Su Ming roared wildly in his heart, completely casting aside every distracting thought and immersing himself entirely in that profound state of enlightenment!
The Heart of Pangu thundered with a violent tremor, as though it were about to leap out of his chest!
The speed at which the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art circulated soared once more, reaching an utterly inconceivable level!
Rumble!
Above his head, the Three Lotuses that had already reached the limit of the Nine Grades suddenly let out another hum that shook heaven and earth!
Above the ninth divine ring, an illusory point of light was struggling to condense!
Crack—
As though some invisible barrier had shattered!
Tenth Grade!
It had succeeded!
At the instant the Tenth Grade lotus bloomed, Su Ming felt his soul grow light. A refreshing sensation of breaking free from invisible shackles spread throughout his entire body!
If the Ninth Grade was swimming beneath the Heavenly Dao, then the Tenth Grade meant leaping out of the water and breathing air that was freer!
But this still was not the end!
"It can go... even higher!"
Su Ming's will urged the last of the Pangu Essence Blood and launched the final charge!
Buzz—!
Eleventh Grade!
The divine rings above the Lotus Platform shone brilliantly. Their profundity could no longer be described with words!
Su Ming felt as though he stood above all living beings, looking down upon the ceaselessly surging river of fate, with everything becoming incomparably clear.
At last!
When the final strand of Pangu Essence Blood was completely refined!
When he had fully comprehended the profundities of the sixth revolution of the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art!
Boom!!!
The Three Lotuses simultaneously bloomed with the Twelfth Divine Ring!
Twelve-Petaled Green Lotus!
Twelve-Petaled Crimson Lotus!
Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus!
The Three Flowers Blooming Together, all at the Twelve-Petaled level!
At this moment, every great power in the entire Primordial Wilderness—whether Hongjun preaching the Dao in the Purple Cloud Palace, Nuwa in Wa Huang Heaven, the Three Pure Ones on Kunlun Mountain, or Minghe in the Blood Sea...
All of them inexplicably felt their hearts tremble!
It was as if some terrifying existence above the Heavenly Dao had been born!
"Twelve-Petaled..."
Su Ming slowly opened his eyes. Feeling the power contained within the Three Lotuses—power sufficient to destroy heaven and earth—he revealed a satisfied expression.
This was the foundation of Pangu!
The ultimate grade beneath the Great Dao!
"Early-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal, blooming to the Twelve-Petaled level..."
Su Ming gained a clear understanding of his current state.
The Nine Revolutions Primordial Art he cultivated was a true Primordial Chaos-grade cultivation art. Its cultivation difficulty and resource consumption were terrifying.
Yet precisely because of this, the foundation it forged was also far beyond that of ordinary cultivation arts.
At the same realm, the magic power he possessed was more than a hundred times as vigorous!
If an ordinary Grand Unity Golden Immortal's magic power was a pond, then the magic power in his body was an endless ocean whose limits could not be seen!
"I wonder just how powerful I am now?"
Su Ming clenched his fist, feeling the strength that seemed capable of crushing the stars. A powerful battle intent rose in his heart.
He really wanted to find an opponent to test his current strength.
And in this Primordial Wilderness, were there any more suitable opponents than the Twelve Ancestral Magi and the two Golden Crow Demon Emperors outside?
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