Buzhou Mountain!
Transformed from the spine of Pangu, it stood between heaven and earth, soaring straight into the clouds, connecting heaven and earth like a pillar of the cosmos.
Buzhou Mountain stood hundreds of millions of zhang tall. From its foot to its summit, it traversed endless climate zones, its celestial phenomena ever-shifting.
At the foot of the mountain,
dense, primordial forests grew, blotting out the sky. The trees within reached a height of a hundred zhang, their swaying branches and leaves emitting a misty, dense spiritual qi.
In this era, these trees were merely common vegetation seen everywhere, yet if placed in a future world, they would be of the peerless supreme medicine grade.
In the region between the dense forest and the mountain's base, a human tribe lived in a clustered community. At the intersecting zone, a human tribe quietly dwelt in peace. They built houses and thatched huts, chiseled rocks into wells, and lived a simple life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Wisps of cooking smoke rose leisurely among the forest, and children played by the banks of a clear stream, presenting a scene of utter serenity.
Back when the primordial human race was targeted by the Demon Clan, a human Daluo powerhouse led a group of humans to flee to this place, and fortunately gained Wang Ming's recognition, thereby managing to multiply and survive here.
If the human race wished to become the protagonists of the world, they needed to undergo sufficient trials and tribulations, and thus Wang Ming would not proactively interfere; yet having fled right before him, Wang Ming still took these humans in.
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, with profound formation mastery, he isolated a zone suitable for their living.
Had it not been for Wang Ming's formation, only