Investiture of the Gods Xiao Sheng, the Poor Taoist Priest, Even Rogue Cultivators Have Human Rights

Above the auspicious cloud, three green lotuses were about to bloom. They were the human flower, the earth flower, and the sky flower. Each flower was divided into nine grades, with the ninth grade being the top grade. In this prehistoric world, only the ancestor Hongjun had cultivated the ninth grade three flowers. The rest of the cultivators, even the three pure ones with superior qualifications, could only reach the eighth grade three flowers.

At this moment, Xiao Sheng’s heart was filled with anticipation. He wanted to know whether he could eventually condense a top-level three-flower with his solid foundation of cultivation.

”Human flower, bloom!”

As the thought came to him, Xiao Sheng roared and poured all his magical power into the auspicious cloud above his head and into the human flower.

boom!
In an instant, an awe-inspiring aura surged out, the human flower trembled, and the petals seemed to be urged by an invisible force, stretching out one by one, each petal symbolizing one grade. In just a short moment, the petals unfolded like flowing clouds, without the slightest pause, and bloomed perfectly.

First grade.

Second grade.

Third grade.

...As time passed, this human flower eventually had nine petals, which meant that it had reached the ninth level.

boom!
At this moment, Xiao Sheng even vaguely sensed an incomparably grand existence and had a subtle resonance with it. However, that existence was extremely secretive, as if it had suffered a serious blow. After only a moment of sensation, the connection disappeared.

”Ninth-grade human flower, is it so smooth?”

Looking at the human flower that was already in full bloom, a hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Sheng’s eyes. He had never expected that this breakthrough would be so smooth.

The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, without any ripples.

However, upon closer thought, this makes sense.

His foundation is extremely profound, especially the foundation of the primary Chaos Demon God, which is comparable to that of Hongjun. The technique he practices is the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, which was taught by the great god Pangu himself. With such a foundation, isn’t it natural for him to condense the ninth-grade human flower?

”continue!”

Thinking of this, Xiao Sheng became excited and injected his magic power into the ground flower again.

First grade.

Second grade.

Third grade.

……

Soon, this flower on the earth also leaped to the ninth level, looking down on the world.

Next, it was the smallpox, which also quickly rose to the ninth level.

When the three flowers took shape, the three green lotuses on the auspicious cloud swayed gently, and suddenly a terrifying aura that shook the heavens and the earth burst out, as if the entire Huangzhou land was shaking.

Such an achievement, looking at the vast history of the prehistoric times, is only achieved by Hongjun alone. It can be said to be extremely brilliant and an indescribable magnificent peak.

However, at this moment, Xiao Sheng did not feel satisfied. Instead, he felt that something seemed to be lacking.

”Could it be that the three flowers on the top of the head have surpassed the ninth level? But how is this possible? In the prehistoric world, nine is already the limit. How can it be surpassed?”

Xiao Sheng whispered, lost in thought.

At this time, he actually had the strength to break through to the Golden Immortal Realm, but he did not rush for success. Instead, he chose to think quietly and explore deeper mysteries.