Daluo
"Daluo? H-How is that possible?"
At those words, Kinkaku finally snapped.
As Taishang Laojun's attendant, he had listened to countless sermons over the years and seen innumerable immortals, yet he could count the Daluo on one hand.
Among immortals, Golden Immortals were already the pinnacle.
Golden nature was immortal and indestructible, and thus endured forever.
Therefore, Golden Immortals had lifespans equal to heaven and earth, shining alongside the sun and moon.
Even the monkey who had leaped from a crack in a stone five hundred years ago and fought his way from the South Heavenly Gate to the Lingxiao Palace with a staff was, strictly speaking, only at this realm.
That was already top-tier combat power capable of striding unhindered through the Three Realms.
But Daluo was not a cultivation rank at all. It was a state of being.
Luo: to net, to cover, to encompass.
Da: utmost, supreme, without exterior.
Together, it meant a final state that covered all time and space, encompassed all worlds, and transcended every limitation.
A Daluo had neither time nor space, neither birth nor death.
Having reached this step, one was only a step away from the Sages who stood high above, treating the Three Realms as a chessboard and controlling the Heavenly Dao.
Within the Three Realms, which great power who attained Daluo had not undergone the bitter cultivation of thousands upon thousands of eras, severed countless karmic ties, and possessed fortune so heaven-defying it reached the extreme before they could attain the Dao?
But what had this guy in front of him done?
He had merely stood there, eaten a Nine-Revolution Golden Elixir, and attained Daluo on the spot?
This was utterly absurd.
At that moment, Kinkaku even felt a strange sense of relief—no wonder the Heavenly Dao had sent down