Before the vast expanse of the Xuanyuan World stood a man whose presence defied the very fabric of reality. His crimson pupils burned with the essence of eternal blood, a gaze that could pierce through the heavens. Clad in luxurious cultivation attire, his long, dark hair cascaded like the infinite void, a testament to the boundless darkness he embodied. His skin, flawless and radiant, exuded an ethereal elegance, and his face—irresistibly attractive—was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship. This was Luo Fan, the Young Master of the Luo Clan.
"Ming Tian, the First Divine Cult is on this planet, correct?" Luo Fan asked casually, his voice calm yet carrying an unshakable authority. His eyes, devoid of excitement or hesitation, remained unreadable as they fixed upon the colossal Xuanyuan Planet.
Ming Tian, a young man in black and gray cultivation attire, knelt beside Luo Fan. Though his robes were heavenly and majestic, they paled in comparison to Luo Fan's divine presence. His face, handsome in its own right, was nothing more than a mere shadow when juxtaposed against Luo Fan's overwhelming allure. With black hair, black eyes, and a black sword at his waist, Ming Tian exuded a quiet power, yet he was but a servant in the presence of his master.
"Yes, Young Master, this is the place," Ming Tian replied, his voice filled with reverence.
Luo Fan smiled faintly. After my rebirth and hiding my skills for so long, now I have the chance to wander freely, do as I please, and act like the god I am. What could be greater than wielding influence, playing with women, and crushing those who dare stand in my way? His thoughts were as cold and calculating as his demeanor.
Flashback: The Birth of a God
Around 18 years earlier in the Omni-Realm, Luo Ying, the mistress of the Luo Clan and second-in-command to her husband, Luo Tian, was preparing for a momentous occasion. She was about to give birth to a child, a child of Luo Tian, the head of the Luo Clan. The air within the grand manor was thick with anticipation, and the energy of the cosmos seemed to converge upon this singular moment.
Luo Ying lay in a chamber adorned with celestial tapestries and glowing runes, her breathing steady despite the immense pressure she felt. This child... she thought, her hand resting on her swollen abdomen. He will carry the weight of the Luo Clan's legacy. But he will not just carry it—he will redefine it. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pang, and she clenched her teeth, her crimson eyes flashing with determination. "He will be extraordinary," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the hum of the clan's protective formations.
Outside the manor, countless elders and ancestors, beings whose mere thoughts could annihilate entire existences, stood in solemn silence. Their faces betrayed a rare mix of nervousness and excitement, a testament to the significance of this birth. The Luo Clan had existed for eons, but this was the first time a child would be born directly from its bloodline. The air itself seemed to tremble with anticipation.
Suddenly, the skies above the Luo Clan parted, and a golden light cascaded down, illuminating the gathered elders. The First Ancestor, the founder of the Luo Clan and the most omnipotent being in existence, had arrived. His presence was like a tidal wave, washing over everyone and forcing them to their knees. Even the elders, who were themselves beings of unimaginable power, bowed deeply in reverence.
"No need to be formal," the First Ancestor said, his voice resonating with timeless power. "This is the first being born in the womb of someone from the Luo Clan. I hope everyone remains calm." Despite his words, his own eyes gleamed with a rare flicker of excitement.
At that moment, a loud cry echoed from within the manor. "It's a son!" a female servant announced, her voice trembling with awe.
The First Ancestor, who had just urged calm, was the first to move. His speed was unmatched, a blur of light as he entered the manor. The others followed, their anticipation palpable. Inside the chamber, Luo Ying lay exhausted but radiant, her arms cradling the newborn child.
The First Ancestor gazed at the child. He had black hair, crimson eyes, and a face so irresistibly perfect it seemed carved by the heavens themselves. But what truly stunned everyone in the room was the aura radiating from the child. It was not the faint, flickering energy of a newborn—it was an overwhelming, infinite force that seemed to dwarf even the First Ancestor's power.
As the First Ancestor reached out to hold the child, Luo Fan's crimson eyes flickered open, and a surge of energy erupted from his tiny form. The room trembled, the very fabric of reality warping under the pressure. The elders and ancestors, beings who could annihilate entire existences with a thought, were sent staggering back, their faces pale with shock. The protective formations around the manor shattered like glass, and the skies above the Luo Clan darkened, as if the heavens themselves were bowing to the newborn's power.
The First Ancestor, the most omnipotent being in existence, felt his own power being suppressed. His golden aura flickered and dimmed, as if it were nothing more than a candle in the face of a supernova. For the first time in eons, the First Ancestor felt something he had long forgotten—fear. This child... he thought, his voice trembling in his mind. He is not just stronger than me. He is infinite. He is beyond comprehension.
Luo Fan's energy continued to radiate, filling the room with an oppressive, yet majestic, force. The elders and ancestors, unable to withstand the pressure, fell to their knees, their heads bowed in involuntary reverence. Even Luo Tian, the head of the Luo Clan, found himself unable to move, his pride and awe warring within him.
Luo Ying, though exhausted, managed a faint smile. My son, she thought, you are not just extraordinary. You are invincible. You are infinite.
The First Ancestor, still holding the child, gazed into Luo Fan's crimson eyes. For a moment, it seemed as if the child's gaze was unnervingly sharp, as if he already understood the weight of his destiny—and the insignificance of everyone around him. The First Ancestor's voice, when he finally spoke, was filled with quiet reverence. "This child... he is not just the future of the Luo Clan. He is the future of all existence. The heavens themselves will tremble at his coming."
As if in response to the First Ancestor's words, Luo Fan's energy subsided, the oppressive force receding like a tide. But the impact of that moment lingered, etched into the minds of everyone present. The elders and ancestors, still kneeling, exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of awe and unease. One elder, his voice trembling, whispered, "The name itself carries power. This child... he is not just destined for greatness. He is greatness incarnate."
Luo Tian stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "His name is Luo Fan."
The moment the name was spoken, the air seemed to vibrate with a strange, resonant energy. The elders and ancestors, sensing the immense potential radiating from the child, began to present their gifts. One elder offered a fragment of his own power, a shimmering orb of pure energy. Another presented an ancient artifact, a sword said to have been forged in the heart of a dying star. Each gift was a symbol of their hopes and expectations for the child—though deep down, they knew that no gift could ever match the infinite power Luo Fan already possessed.
The First Ancestor, still holding Luo Fan, raised the child high, his voice booming like thunder. "Let it be known across all realms, across all existences, that Luo Fan is not just the future of the Luo Clan—he is its present. From this moment forward, he shall be known as the Young Master of the Luo Clan, wielding influence and authority equal to my own."
The announcement sent a ripple of shock through the room. The elders and ancestors, beings who had lived for eons and witnessed countless miracles, could hardly believe what they were hearing. For the First Ancestor to declare a newborn as his equal was unprecedented—a testament to Luo Fan's infinite potential.
The First Ancestor continued, his voice resonating with a power that shook the very foundations of the Omni-Realm. "His word shall be law, his will absolute. Those who defy him shall face annihilation, and those who serve him shall be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams."
As the First Ancestor spoke, the skies above the Luo Clan darkened further, and a cascade of golden light poured down, enveloping Luo Fan in a radiant glow. The child's crimson eyes flickered with an otherworldly light, and a faint smile played on his lips, as if he were already aware of the authority being bestowed upon him.
The elders and ancestors, still kneeling, bowed their heads in unison. "We pledge our loyalty to Young Master Luo Fan," they intoned, their voices filled with reverence. "May his reign be eternal, and his power unchallenged."
Luo Tian, standing at the edge of the chamber, felt a surge of pride and awe. My son, he thought, you are not just the heir to the Luo Clan. You are its master, its god. The heavens themselves bow to your will. He stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "The Luo Clan stands united behind Young Master Luo Fan. His rise shall herald a new era—an era of unparalleled dominance."
The First Ancestor, still holding Luo Fan, gazed into the child's crimson eyes. For a moment, it seemed as if the two were communicating on a level beyond comprehension. The First Ancestor's voice, when he spoke again, was filled with quiet reverence. "This child is not just the Young Master of the Luo Clan. He is the Young Master of all existence. The heavens, the earth, and the void itself shall tremble at his command."
As if to emphasize the First Ancestor's words, Luo Fan's tiny lips parted, and his first words echoed through the chamber, clear and resonant. "The cosmos is but a plaything," he said, his voice carrying an otherworldly authority that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.
The elders and ancestors, already kneeling, felt their hearts tremble at the weight of those words. Even the First Ancestor, the most omnipotent being in existence, felt a flicker of humility. This child, he thought, is not just my equal. He is my superior. I will serve him, and through him, the Luo Clan shall ascend to heights beyond imagination.
Luo Ying, though exhausted, managed a faint smile. My son, she thought, you are not just extraordinary. You are invincible. You are infinite. She reached out, her hand trembling as she touched Luo Fan's tiny cheek. "Grow strong, my child," she whispered. "The world is already yours."
Outside the manor, the skies darkened further, and a celestial phenomenon unfolded. Stars aligned, and a cascade of light poured down from the heavens, bathing the Luo Clan in a radiant glow. Across the Omni-Realm, beings of immense power felt a ripple in the fabric of reality. Something extraordinary had been born, and the cosmos itself seemed to acknowledge it.
The Awakening of Omnipotence
The grand manor of the Luo Clan was alive with celebration. The birth of Luo Fan, the Young Master, had sent ripples across the Omni-Realm, and the clan spared no expense in marking the occasion. Celestial fireworks lit up the skies, their colors shifting between gold, crimson, and void-black, while the air resonated with the harmonious melodies of divine instruments. Elders and ancestors, beings who could annihilate entire existences with a thought, mingled with rare smiles, their reverence for the newborn evident in every gesture.
Amidst the festivities, Luo Fan began to stir. His consciousness, sharp and clear despite his infant form, awakened to the world around him. His crimson eyes flickered open, and he looked around, his gaze piercing through the grandeur of the celebration. What is this place? he wondered, his thoughts calm yet filled with curiosity. Above him, the sky was not just a sky—it was a vast, infinite canvas of swirling colors and energies. Rivers of time flowed like shimmering ribbons, intertwining with the multiverse itself. Stars, galaxies, and entire realms floated in the heavens, each one a testament to the boundless expanse of existence.
Luo Fan's instincts immediately recognized the rivers of time, the multiverse, and the infinite possibilities they represented. This is... beyond anything I've ever known, he thought, his mind racing. But how did I get here? I was just asleep in my bedroom a few minutes ago. His confusion deepened as he looked down at his tiny hands. Wait... I'm a toddler?
Before he could process this further, a strange sensation washed over him. It was a power—vast, infinite, and utterly under his control. It felt as natural as breathing, yet it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. What is this? he wondered, his curiosity piqued.
At that moment, a voice echoed in his mind, clear and authoritative.
[Supreme Invincible System Activated.]
Luo Fan's eyes widened as a blue interface materialized before him, resembling the system interfaces he had read about in cultivation novels. The screen was filled with glowing text, each word radiating an otherworldly power. A faint smile tugged at his lips, though he quickly noticed something odd—his mouth felt empty. I don't have teeth right now, he realized, his amusement mingling with his confusion.
The system's voice continued, its tone calm and unwavering.
[System will grant host Supreme Invincible Power - Omnipotence, Omnisapience, Omniscience, and Invincibility.]
[These powers have already been granted to the host. Host may choose to use them or not, as desired.]
[Host is now the Most Powerful and Invincible Being in existence. Host is the Only True Omnipotent Existence.]
[In summary, the host is the Most Powerful, Invincible, and Undefeatable Being in all of existence and beyond. No force, entity, or concept can challenge, harm, or affect the host in any way. The host's power is absolute, eternal, and unchallengeable.]
Luo Fan's smile widened, though it was still toothless. So, I'm omnipotent now? he thought, his mind racing with the implications. This is... interesting. He flexed his tiny fingers, feeling the infinite power coursing through him. It was as if the multiverse itself was an extension of his will, waiting for his command.
Luo Fan grew up amidst the adoration of the Luo Clan, his every breath steeped in the reverence of its members. From the moment he could walk, he was molded into a figure of dominance, taught to seize what he desired without hesitation. The clan elders, their voices like thunder, instilled in him the unshakable belief that the world existed to bend to his will. The weak are meant to serve, and the strong are meant to rule, they would say, their eyes gleaming with pride as they watched him absorb their teachings like a sponge.
The Luo Clan spared no expense in ensuring his upbringing was nothing short of regal. From the Omni-Origin Realm and the Boundless Supreme Realm, they brought forth goddesses of unparalleled beauty, each one a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship. These women, whose very presence could ignite wars among lesser men, were bound to serve Luo Fan's every whim. They moved with grace, their eyes alight with devotion, their voices soft yet commanding as they attended to his needs. They are mine, Luo Fan thought, his gaze sweeping over them with a possessiveness that brooked no challenge. Their beauty, their power, their very existence—all exist to please me.
By the time he turned eighteen, Luo Fan had become a force unto himself. His confidence was unshakable, his dominance unquestioned. The Luo Clan, satisfied with their creation, finally granted him the freedom to wander the realms on his own. The world will tremble before me, he mused, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped beyond the confines of his clan's domain. And I will take what is rightfully mine.