Standing as a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, Twelve-Petal Lotus Blooms

Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!

This was the true watershed of power in the Primordial Wilderness!

Leaping beyond the River of Fate, overlooking the timeline, from then on the true spirit was entrusted to the void. As long as one did not encounter a kalpa calamity or be deliberately targeted by a Saint-level existence, one could be called indestructible through countless kalpas, free and unfettered!

Su Ming sank his mind into the Niwan Palace. That immortal Dao Fruit, formed by the convergence of the Three Lotuses, floated there quietly, radiating an eternal, undying radiance.

Yet he knew this was only the beginning.

Even among Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, there was a chasm as vast as clouds and mud!

And what determined all of this was the foundation, the depth of one's Origin, the grade of the Three Lotuses atop the head!

"Rise!"

Su Ming let out a soft cry in his heart.

Within the Niwan Palace, that Dao Fruit trembled lightly, once again transforming into three lotuses that rose above his head—one cyan, one crimson, one gold—representing the foundation of past, present, and future, the Three Lifetimes.

At this moment, these three lotuses were still budding, not yet revealing their true grade.

"Nine Revolutions Primordial Art, condense for me!"

Su Ming activated his technique with full force. The Pangu Essence Blood within his body, which had consumed less than a tenth, boiled over once more!

Vast and boundless energy, like a breached Heavenly River, surged madly toward the three lotuses above his head!

Hum!

The first cyan lotus trembled gently and bloomed.

First Grade!

Second Grade!

Third Grade!

On the lotus pedestal, three divine rings manifested, light flowing, Dao resonance perfected.

For ordinary immortals and gods, blooming to Third Grade was already a sign of a stable foundation, worthy of walking the path of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

But for Su Ming, this was merely a snap of the fingers!

The infusion of energy did not pause for an instant. Every pulse of the Heart of Pangu drove the lotus grades to climb wildly!

Fourth Grade!

Fifth Grade!

Sixth Grade!

On the lotus pedestal, three more divine rings appeared, reaching a total of six!

The radiance blazed brilliantly, nearly illuminating the entire Pangu Hall!

Blooming to Sixth Grade—in the Primordial Wilderness, this was enough to be called the bearing of a great power! Figures like Demon Master Kunpeng or Old Ancestor Minghe were merely at this level.

Yet Su Ming's expression showed not a single ripple.

Because he could sense that neither the Pangu Essence Blood nor the potential of the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art had reached their limit!

His goal, from the very beginning, was never a mere Sixth Grade!

"Open... once more!"

Boom!

The torrent of energy grew even more ferocious!

Seventh Grade!

Eighth Grade!

Ninth Grade!

When the ninth divine ring coalesced on the lotus pedestal, the entire Pangu Hall trembled violently!

Outside the hall, the Pangu aura that had already shaken the Twelve Ancestral Magi to their cores suddenly surged more than tenfold!

On the battlefield at Buzhou Mountain, Di Jun and Tai Yi's faces turned deathly pale in an instant. They were forced back step after step by this oppressive pressure, their eyes filled with sheer terror!

"Ninth Grade! Blooming to Ninth Grade!"

Dijiang's voice trembled—not from fear, but from a bloodline-driven excitement and fervor!

"The pinnacle beneath the Heavenly Dao! A foundation on par with the Three Pure Ones, the Dao Ancestor, and Nuwa!"

Houtu's beautiful eyes shimmered with extraordinary light.

Blooming to Ninth Grade—this was already the limit the Heavenly Dao could accommodate!

It was the foundation of a Saint!

Within Pangu Hall, just what kind of divine being possessed such heaven-defying Origin?!

Yet inside Pangu Hall, Su Ming's brow furrowed slightly.

Ninth Grade.

The three lotuses, each at the Ninth Grade, blazed with dazzling radiance, sacred and extraordinary, as if they were the most perfect works of art in the world.

Yet he still felt something was missing.

"The limit? My limit?"

"The limit of the Heavenly Dao is not the limit of me, Su Ming!"

In Su Ming's eyes, an unprecedented brilliance erupted!

He suddenly understood the crux of the matter!

The Three Pure Ones were born from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, and the Twelve Ancestral Magi were born from Pangu's Essence Blood. Though their origins were heaven-defying, they ultimately only inherited a part of Pangu.

But he was different!

He was the Heart of Pangu fused with the final fragment of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, a unique existence born by sheer chance!

He was the being closest to Pangu himself!

The Heavenly Dao could govern others, but it could not govern Pangu!

Above the Heavenly Dao was the Great Dao!

Above the Great Dao was Primordial Chaos!

Su Ming possessed the pure Pangu Bloodline.

How could a mere Heavenly Dao govern him?

"So that's it... The true meaning of the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art is to break all shackles and restore Primordial Chaos!"

"A mere Heavenly Dao wants to bind me?!"

"Break! Break! Break!"

Su Ming roared in his heart, completely releasing all distracting thoughts, immersing himself entirely in that profound state of enlightenment!

The Heart of Pangu trembled violently, as if about to leap from his chest!

The circulation speed of the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art surged once more, reaching an inconceivable level!

Boom!

Above his head, the three lotuses that had already reached the Ninth Grade limit let out another heaven-shaking hum!

Upon the Ninth Divine Ring, a faint, illusory point of light was struggling to coalesce!

Crack—

It was as if some invisible barrier had shattered!

Tenth Grade!

It was done!

The moment the Tenth Grade lotus bloomed, Su Ming felt his soul lighten, a sense of freedom from breaking invisible shackles spreading through his entire body!

If the Ninth Grade was swimming within the Heavenly Dao, then the Tenth Grade was leaping out of the water, breathing freer air!

But this was still not the end!

"I can go... higher!"

Su Ming's will drove the final remnants of Pangu's Essence Blood, launching the ultimate charge!

Hum—!

Eleventh Grade!

Upon the lotus pedestal, the Divine Ring blazed with brilliance, its mystery beyond words!

Su Ming felt as if he were soaring above all beings, overlooking the surging river of fate—everything became crystal clear.

Finally!

When the last trace of Pangu's Essence Blood was completely refined!

When the mysteries of the Sixth Revolution of the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art were fully grasped by him!

Boom!!!

The three lotuses simultaneously bloomed with the Twelfth Divine Ring!

Twelve-Petaled Green Lotus!

Twelve-Petaled Crimson Lotus!

Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus!

Three Flowers Blooming Together, all at the Twelfth Grade!

At this moment, across the entire Primordial World, every great power—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 their hearts trembled with an inexplicable dread!

As if some terrifying existence, transcending even the Heavenly Dao, had been born!

"Twelfth Grade..."

Su Ming slowly opened his eyes, feeling the power within the Three Lotuses—enough to shatter heaven and destroy earth—and a satisfied expression spread across his face.

This was the true foundation of Pangu!

The ultimate grade beneath the Great Dao!

"Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, early stage, with twelve-petal lotuses..."

Su Ming now had a clear understanding of his current state.

The Nine Revolutions Primordial Art he cultivated was a true Primordial-level technique, its difficulty and resource consumption terrifying to behold.

But precisely because of this, the foundation it forged was far beyond what ordinary techniques could achieve.

At the same realm, the mana he possessed was over a hundred times more vast!

If an ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal's mana was a pond, then the mana within his body now was an endless, boundless ocean!

"I wonder just how far my strength has reached?"

Su Ming clenched his fist, feeling the power that seemed capable of crushing stars, and a fierce battle intent surged within him.

He longed to find an opponent to test his current strength.

And in this Primordial Wilderness, were there any opponents more suitable than the Twelve Ancestral Magi outside and the two Golden Crow Demon Emperors?