Encountering Fuxi and Nuwa Siblings

Buzhou Mountain.

Transformed from Father God Pangu's spine, the pillar holding up the heavens, the foremost divine mountain of the Primordial Era.

At all times, an immeasurable pressure permeated this place—the lingering will of Father God Pangu himself.

Any being below the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm who set foot here would be crushed to dust within three breaths.

Even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals found it arduous to walk here, each step consuming vast amounts of divine power to resist the omnipresent force.

Yet one figure strolled through this land as if on level ground.

Su Ming's form wove through the mountain paths. The Pangu Pressure that could overwhelm a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal felt to him like a gentle breeze, even carrying a hint of familiarity.

He had been wandering here for nearly ten thousand years.

Ten millennia—but a flicker of time to the great powers of the Primordial Era.

Su Ming had traversed vast swaths of Buzhou Mountain, searching only for the legendary Innate Gourd Vine.

On this day, he moved along the mid-slope of a mountain range, his Divine Sense sweeping over every inch of land.

Suddenly, his steps halted.

Ahead, an unremarkable valley was shrouded by an invisible Innate Restriction.

This restriction blended perfectly with the aura of Buzhou Mountain. Had Su Ming not possessed the Pangu Bloodline and an exceptionally sharp Divine Sense, he would have nearly missed it.

"Found it!"

Su Ming's heart stirred, a hint of joy surfacing on his face.

Anything hidden by an Innate Restriction in a place like Buzhou Mountain was bound to be an extraordinary treasure!

He didn't act rashly but observed carefully.

The Innate Restriction was extremely sophisticated, interlocking layers that drew upon Buzhou Mountain's pressure for its own use. Forcing it open would likely invite unimaginable backlash.

However, for Su Ming, who carried Pangu Essence Blood within him, this was no great difficulty.

Just as he prepared to activate his bloodline power and silently merge into the restriction—

Hum—

Ripples spread through the space ahead, and the invisible restriction actively opened a gateway.

A figure of breathtaking beauty slowly emerged from within.

The woman wore a simple, elegant Palace Attire. Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her eyes shone like stars.

Her face defied any description, as if all the spiritual essence and creative force of heaven and earth had converged upon her.

Cold, noble, divine.

Su Ming's breath caught in that instant.

Even though he had seen countless top-tier beauties in later ages, the moment he laid eyes on this woman, he felt an unprecedented awe.

What made his spirit tighten even more was the unfathomable aura he sensed from her.

Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!

And not an ordinary one at that!

"Fellow Daoist, this place is my brother's and my cultivation ground. Who are you, and why do you linger here?"

A cool voice rang out, laced with wariness and distance.

The woman's gaze fell on Su Ming, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

She could sense that this man before her completely ignored Buzhou Mountain's Pangu Pressure, filling her heart with vigilance.

Cultivation ground? Brother and sister?

Thoughts flashed like lightning through Su Ming's mind. A legendary name was on the tip of his tongue, making his heart skip a beat.

No way...

Could it be...?

Just as doubt churned within him, another figure stepped out from the restriction's gateway.

A man clad in a Bagua Daoist Robe, his features handsome, his temperament warm as jade. In his hand, he held an ancient jade disc, and within his eyes, it seemed the sun, moon, and stars revolved, deep and profound.

"Sister, do not be rude."

The man first spoke gently to the woman, then turned his gaze to Su Ming and gave a respectful salute.

"This poor Daoist is Fuxi. Greetings, Fellow Daoist. This is my sister, Nuwa. My sibling and I cultivate here in seclusion. May I ask what business you have?"

Boom!

Fuxi! Nuwa!

Those two names exploded like Chaos Divine Thunder within Su Ming's Sea of Consciousness!

He forcibly suppressed the surging waves in his heart, maintaining an impassive exterior as he returned the salute.

"So it is Fellow Daoists Fuxi and Nuwa. My apologies for not recognizing you. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"This poor Daoist is Su Ming, a wandering cultivator. I was passing through this place seeking a stroke of fate, with no intention of disturbing either of your cultivation. I hope you will forgive me."

Su Ming kept his posture extremely low.

No joke—these were the future Xi Huang of the Demon Race and the Human Saint Mother!

The two greatest pillars of support in the Primordial World!

Even if he were truly here to snatch something, he would have to play the part of a lost little rabbit right now.

"Su Ming?"

Fuxi's fingers, which had been deducing the celestial mechanisms, paused slightly, a flicker of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He discovered that he could not deduce even a shred of this person's origin or foundation, as if shrouded in an invisible layer of mist.

Beside him, Nuwa's beautiful eyes remained sharp with vigilance, undiminished.

"A wandering cultivator?"

Her voice was still cold and clear. "Buzhou Mountain bears the overwhelming pressure of Father God Pangu. Those below the Da Luo realm die on contact; even ordinary Da Luo must tread carefully and dare not linger long. Fellow Daoist moves freely here, your aura subtly resonating with the mountain's pressure—how could you be an ordinary wandering cultivator?"

What keen perception!

Su Ming praised inwardly.

As expected of a future saint—this insight far surpassed that of ordinary great powers.

He knew that a common excuse would never dispel the doubts of these two.

Since that was the case...

Su Ming stopped hiding. A vast, ancient, and domineering aura slowly rose from his body!

This aura shared the same origin as the pressure of Buzhou Mountain, instantly drawing resonance from the entire divine peak!

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

Heaven and earth trembled. The omnipresent Pangu Pressure, upon contacting Su Ming's aura, did not suppress him. Instead, like fledgling birds returning to their nest, it circled around him with familiarity.

In that moment, Su Ming seemed to transform into the master of Buzhou Mountain!

"This... this is... the Pangu Bloodline?!"

Fuxi could no longer maintain his warm and composed expression; shock filled his eyes.

Nuwa's cold, peerlessly beautiful face showed emotion for the first time, her star-like eyes brimming with disbelief.

As Innate Divine Beings, they were all too familiar with Pangu's aura.

What Su Ming emitted was the purest essence of the Pangu Bloodline!

Moreover, judging by the density of this bloodline, it was even purer than that of the Ancestral Wu, who were said to have been born from Pangu Essence Blood!

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Great Venerable of the Wu Clan, Su Ming, a True Descendant of Pangu. Greetings to both Fellow Daoists."

Su Ming smiled faintly, withdrew his aura, and made a respectful bow to the two.

Since his identity was already exposed, there was no need to hide it.

The Wu Clan!

Descendants of Pangu!

This identity was more effective than any explanation!

Fuxi and Nuwa exchanged a glance, both seeing dawning realization in each other's eyes.

No wonder this man could ignore the Pangu Pressure!

No wonder the celestial mechanisms were chaotic and impossible to deduce!

As a true descendant of Pangu, bearing great Destiny, the celestial mechanisms would naturally shield him.