Mount Buzhou had been formed from Pangu's spine. Ancient and desolate, it was steeped in an air of bleakness. It rose countless billions of li, so high it seemed to pierce the Nine Heavens and reach straight into Chaos. It stretched countless billions of li across, spanning the four corners of heaven and earth. Countless immortal mountains surrounded it, their peaks rising and falling in an unbroken chain. Great, towering ranges encircled Mount Buzhou like stars gathered around the moon.
The vast mountain ranges stretched across the Primordial Great Land for countless billions of li. Combined with Mount Buzhou's unique aura, the sight was so awe-inspiring that the living beings of the Primordial Era couldn't help but bow in reverence.
The mountains were lush and green. Towering ancient trees, old vines, and tangled grasses all exuded Yimu Essence Qi, creating a magnificent sight. Streams burbled through the ranges, their rippling surfaces glittering like scattered starlight as silver-scaled fish leaped from the water. Countless rare and wondrous things lay hidden within.
Hongjun strolled unhurriedly along a natural path on Mount Buzhou. The grass by the roadside nodded gently, as though welcoming him.
Hongjun felt a stir in his heart, as if something were drawing him in. Though plants and trees were small, they were born with a yearning for the Dao. No matter how harsh their surroundings, they strove to grow. No matter how the living beings of the Primordial Era treated them, they bore no resentment. Their Spiritual Intelligence had only just awakened, yet they knew to greet a guest with courtesy; to meet was to share a destined connection. So he sat cross-legged and began to preach to the flowers and grasses. The Dao of plants and trees was plain and serene, untouched by dust or defilement.
Hongjun did