Shattering the Heavens, Thirty-three Heavens

This debate on the Dao lasted a full three thousand years.

Within the Cave Mansion, the three Dao Rhymes of the Great Dao slowly converged, ultimately settling into stillness.

Fuxi opened his eyes, countless billions of runes flickering in the depths of his gaze. His entire aura grew deeper and more unfathomable, clearly having reaped immense gains.

Nuwa, meanwhile, was enveloped by an increasingly dense Life Creation Qi, as if with a single thought she could give birth to all living beings.

"This debate surpasses This Poor Daoist's hundred thousand years of bitter cultivation!" Fuxi rose and bowed solemnly to Su Ming. "Many thanks, Fellow Daoist, for pointing the way!"

Nuwa also offered a graceful bow, the light in her beautiful eyes brighter than any star.

Su Ming accepted the bow without modesty—he truly deserved it.

He stood up, and the overbearing Pangu Dao Rhyme around him vanished without a trace, reverting him to the appearance of an ordinary Wu Clan man.

"A fine discussion; This Poor Daoist has also benefited greatly." Su Ming looked at the two. "All feasts must end. This Poor Daoist still has important matters to attend to and must journey to Buzhou Mountain Peak. I take my leave here."

His purpose in coming was precisely to climb Buzhou Mountain, using the pressure of the Pangu Spine to temper his body and enhance his strength. Meeting Fuxi and Nuwa was merely an unexpected boon.

Now that the debate was over, it was time to continue on his way.

"Fellow Daoist, you leave so soon?" Fuxi's face showed reluctance.

Nuwa's heart tightened even more, and a trace of emotion crept unbidden into her cool voice: "Fellow Daoist Su Ming... the road to Buzhou Mountain Peak is perilous, with endless pressure. Please be careful."

She looked at Su Ming, words on her lips, yet she didn't know how to ask him to stay.

She understood that someone like Su Ming had his sights set on the highest heavens and would never stop for anyone. All she could do was strive to catch up, not to be left too far behind.

Su Ming saw the hint of worry in her eyes, felt a warmth in his heart, and smiled. "If you two Fellow Daoists have the time, you can come find me at the Wu Clan tribe at the foot of Buzhou Mountain in the future. We'll drink and talk then."

"Certainly!" Fuxi nodded solemnly.

Su Ming said no more, clasped his hands to the two, turned, and strode out of the Cave Mansion, heading toward the higher peaks.

Nuwa stood at the cave entrance, gazing at his figure gradually disappearing into the mist and clouds, unmoving for a long time.

After a long while, she withdrew her gaze, her beautiful eyes shining with unprecedented determination.

"Brother... we should also get to work."

Time flowed, and the years passed silently.

For the great powers of the Primordial Wilderness, time was the most meaningless thing. A single seclusion could span thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Su Ming's figure trudged arduously upward along the seemingly endless mountain path of Buzhou.

The higher he climbed, the more terrifying the pressure from the Pangu Spine became.

That pressure seemed capable of grinding heaven, earth, and all things into dust. An ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal here would likely be unable to even stand, crushed until their soul and spirit were annihilated.

But for Su Ming, this pressure was the finest nourishment!

He possessed the purest Pangu Bloodline. This pressure, far from harming him, acted like a pair of invisible great hands, constantly hammering and tempering his flesh, gradually awakening the Pangu power hidden deep within his bloodline!

Crack! Crack!

His bones groaned under the immense weight, shattered, and then reformed under the surging blood energy, becoming even tougher!

His muscles cycled through tearing and regeneration, each rebirth containing even more explosive power!

A hundred years... three hundred years... five hundred years...

Su Ming lost track of time. Only one thought remained in his mind—upward!

Upward! Keep climbing upward!

He didn't know how long had passed when, as he took his final step, the terrifying pressure that could crush the ancient heavens suddenly vanished without a trace.

He raised his head, and before him, the view opened up.

Beneath his feet, boundless seas of clouds churned; above his head, a brilliant river of stars hung inverted, as if within arm's reach.

Buzhou Mountain Peak—he had arrived!

Su Ming let out a long breath of turbid air. This breath, long and dragon-like, carved a white air current ten thousand miles long through the void.

He felt the power within him, more than ten times stronger than before, and a satisfied expression crossed his face.

After centuries of bitter cultivation, his physical body had reached an inconceivable level!

But he wasn't carried away by joy.

His purpose in coming here, besides tempering his body, was something even more important!

Su Ming's gaze swept across the endless void above the peak, and his Divine Sense was released without reservation, probing every spatial fluctuation inch by inch.

He was searching!

Searching for the legendary Thirty-three Heavens!

According to his memories of later ages, at this point in time, although the Wu and Demon Races were constantly clashing, they hadn't yet reached the point of no return. The Demon Race's Supreme Heavenly Court had not yet been established.

Di Jun and Tai Yi should still be in seclusion on the Sun Star.

If he could find the Thirty-three Heavens before them and seize control of it for the Wu Clan, it would be a game-changer for the entire war between the Wu and Demon Races!

The Wu Clan rules the heavens, the Demon Race governs the earth?

Just thinking about it sends chills down the spine!

Yet, no matter how Su Ming probed, his Divine Sense nearly turned this entire void inside out, he found nothing at all.

Here, aside from the endless Chaos Wind and Space Turbulence, there was nothing.

"How can this be..." Su Ming frowned deeply.

He repeatedly scrutinized the information in his memory, when a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Could it be... the time hasn't come?

The Thirty-three Heavens are the Heavenly Pivot of the Primordial Wilderness; perhaps they will only truly manifest after Hongjun Preaches the Dao and the Heavenly Dao is fully perfected?

Thinking of this, a wave of intense disappointment surged in Su Ming's heart.

In the end, he had still arrived a step too early.

However, this disappointment was soon replaced by an even more soaring fighting spirit!

"So what if the time hasn't come?"

Su Ming stood atop the mountain peak, gazing at the rolling sea of clouds below, his heroic spirit soaring.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi! Even if you obtain the Thirty-three Heavens, so what? My Wu Clan was born from the earth, standing tall between heaven and earth—why rely on external things!"

"One day, I will personally storm the Heavenly Court and shatter your so-called Demon Emperor's throne into pieces!"

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unshakable will, echoing and rolling across the mountain peak.

The very moment he made this grand vow!

Hum—!

Su Ming's body jolted violently. He felt deep within his bloodline an ancient power, dormant for eons, as if stirred by his will, beginning to slowly awaken!

A mysterious and familiar call came from the depths of the earth beneath his feet, ringing directly within his soul.

That call seemed to cross the river of time, carrying endless vicissitudes and antiquity.

"This is..."

Su Ming's mind shook violently. He could sense that this call shared the same origin as him—it came from none other than Great God Pangu!

He did not resist. Instead, following the pull of that call, he opened his mind.

The next moment, the scene before him shifted.

He felt as if his body had turned into nothingness, continuously penetrating the mountain beneath him, sinking toward the deepest part of Buzhou Mountain.

After an unknown span of time, when he regained his awareness, he found himself in an immensely vast, mysterious space.

There was no light here, yet it was not dark.

The space was filled with an incredibly dense concentration of Chaos Qi, each wisp as heavy as a mountain.

And around him were enormous, pillar-like skeletal veins, inscribed with countless profound and mysterious Dao Runes.

A familiar yet majestic aura rushed toward him.

"This is... the interior of Buzhou Mountain's belly!"

Su Ming made the judgment instantly.

And that call from the depths of his bloodline had become even clearer here!

He followed the source of the call with his gaze, and saw that at the deepest part of the mountain's belly, a bottomless passageway had appeared.

At the entrance of the passage, a faint Mysterious Yellow Halo lingered, and the call that made even his soul tremble came from within!

What had Great God Pangu left behind here?

Was it his inheritance? Or some peerless, malevolent entity sealed here?

Su Ming's heart pounded uncontrollably.

He knew that beyond this passage, an enormous secret was surely hidden!

Without a moment's hesitation, Su Ming took a deep breath, stepped forward, and resolutely walked into the deep, unknown passage.