At Lu Xiaotian's brow, the auras of the blood, lightning, and spatial Great Dao laws intertwined, circling into a profound vortex. These were the seeds of the three Great Dao laws he had cultivated, and the very essence of his power.
As for the Five Elements laws, ice, and wind, he had not cultivated them to this level. They were not yet strong enough to reach the vortex.
Haste made waste. For now, being able to bring the auras of three Great Dao laws together in one furnace was already an extraordinary feat for Lu Xiaotian.
If he added other Great Dao auras, that might not be a good thing in the short term for Lu Xiaotian, who had not been in the Heavenly Dragon Realm for long and whose foundations were not particularly deep.
Totem power was incredibly useful. At that moment, Lu Xiaotian had a thought and directly summoned it to unleash the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon, the dragon race's supreme strike. The result would likely be far better than when he had fought the Four Heavenly Emperors before.
His time in this state of enlightenment was limited. Since the matter was already clear, he had little interest in testing it for now. Compared with totem power, he naturally valued the laws he had cultivated himself far more.
Even if his own cultivation still could not let him unleash the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon, reducing the proportion of the dragon race's totem power as much as possible would still be a tremendous breakthrough for him.
How far he could reduce it would depend on the progress he made this time.
A faint blood-red haze spread from Lu Xiaotian. Lightning arcs, brimming with explosive power, darted through the surrounding spaces, yet at his command they moved with perfect obedience.
The wind