His primordial spirit had reached the great perfection of the Quasi-Saint realm. His law cultivation had now advanced to the late Quasi-Saint stage, while his physical cultivation was instead the lowest, only at the middle stage of the Da Luo Golden Immortal realm.
However, Xuantian did not rise. Instead, he remained seated cross-legged and continued comprehending Pangu's will.
"Whew..."
It seemed as though ten million years had passed, yet also as though it had happened in an instant. Xuantian closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
At once, two streams of mist as dense as substance surged from his nostrils, shooting a hundred zhang away before gradually dissipating.
When he opened his eyes again, they were utterly clear. Only in the deepest depths of his pupils lingered a faint but powerful intent to battle the heavens and fight the earth.
He formed a seal with both hands, and a complex, profound hand seal slowly emerged. It resembled a divine mountain shrunk countless times over. This was Mount Buzhou.
As the seal appeared, it slowly expanded. At the same time, an immense pressure from heaven and earth descended in an instant. Within that pressure lay an unyielding conviction to fight the heavens, fight the earth, fight the gods, and fight all living beings.
"Buzhou Seal!"
Born from Mount Buzhou, it still needed constant refinement in his hands. The Dao had no end, and thus it was named the Buzhou Seal.
Xuantian raised his head and looked toward the heavens, following Mount Buzhou's body upward in search of its summit. But he was disappointed.
As far as his eyes could see, even through layer upon layer of clouds, he could not glimpse the mountaintop. All he saw was a stretch of mountain that seemed to rise forever without