Primordial Wilderness: This poor Daoist Yun Xiao, Saint of Three Immortal Island!

"Your words today have taught me much, Wang Shu. Please accept this moon laurel leaf as a token of thanks."

Wang Shu?

The first-generation Tai Yin Goddess?

Yun Xiao's heart stirred. She never imagined that by sheer chance, she would come to know Wang Shu, the Tai Yin Goddess herself!

This woman's origins were far from ordinary!

According to her memories, Wang Shu was the Tai Yin Goddess born from the Taiyin Star, and rumor had it she was the reincarnation of a Chaos Demon God, with a foundation so heaven-defying that even Luohu of the Devil Race could barely compare!

To forge a good connection with such a figure was something others could only dream of.

"I have other pressing matters, so I cannot stay longer. Take care on your journey to Buzhou Mountain, sister."

A faint smile crossed Wang Shu's cold, elegant face. After offering a few words of advice to Yun Xiao, she vanished on the spot.

"Buzhou Mountain... is it really that ominous?"

Yun Xiao frowned slightly. What secrets did Buzhou Mountain hold, that even the Tai Yin Goddess Wang Shu kept her distance?

With doubts lingering, she stepped out of the barrier, transformed into a white cloud, and flew toward Buzhou Mountain.

No matter what, she was determined to go there.

The Great Wilderness Western Classic once recorded: "Beyond the northwestern sea, in a corner of the great wilderness, there is a mountain that does not close, named Buzhou Fuzi."

Legend held that Buzhou Mountain supported heaven and earth, serving as the pillar of the cosmos. It was perpetually cold, snow fell year-round, and no mortal could ever reach its summit.

Thus, when Yun Xiao crossed half the Primordial Wilderness to arrive here, what she felt was extreme, biting cold and an overwhelming, unmatched pressure.

Yet even this paled in comparison to the sheer shock of Buzhou Mountain's appearance.

The mountain range before her now—no word, not even "majestic" or "grandiose," could do it justice.

It was like a spine running through the Primordial Wilderness, spanning one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred great rivers from east to west, reaching the stars above without shifting, and anchoring the billions of miles of earth below without trembling.

Even the sea of clouds merely drifted near its base. The snow-covered mountain body, perpetually drifting with flurries, seemed as if countless Taiyin Stars had slammed into this place and merged into one!

"First-born Pangu, dying to transform all things..."

"Gong Gong, in his rage, struck Buzhou Mountain; the pillar of heaven broke, the cords of earth snapped, and Nuwa mended the sky..."

Yun Xiao murmured to herself, awed by Buzhou Mountain's appearance while a new realization dawned on her.

Why did the name "Buzhou" carry the character "bu"—meaning "not"?

Judging by the pressure emanating from the mountain, Buzhou Mountain had likely been incomplete ever since Great God Pangu split heaven and earth.

Otherwise, by Yun Xiao's estimation, enduring the pressure at the mountain's base was already her limit. Yet now, she had the faint illusion that she could climb to its midsection.

"No wonder such a divine mountain could be broken by a single strike from Gong Gong, a Quasi-Saint. On one hand, the mountain may have been inherently incomplete from the start. On the other, Gong Gong was a descendant of Pangu, and with the Witch-Demon Tribulation weighing upon him and Hongjun's schemes, that was how the mountain was shattered."

"Perhaps this was simply the mountain's fate."

Yun Xiao sighed with some melancholy. A divine mountain that held up heaven and earth, yet had to suffer such calamity—it was hard not to feel moved.

She braced against the pressure and climbed toward the summit. Heavy snow fell but did not stain her robes. Along the way, she saw not a single spiritual root or any other opportunity.

She did not even encounter a single living creature. All was desolate and bleak, devoid even of danger.

The ancient past lay buried here, the dust of history scattered by the wind—this was the true portrait of Buzhou Mountain.

Ten years, a hundred years, three hundred years...

White Lotuses bloomed around Yun Xiao, helping her withstand Buzhou Mountain's pressure. Her steps never paused for a moment.

"Hm?"

One day, just as she neared the mountainside, Yun Xiao's expression shifted. She stared sharply ahead.

There, something seemed to call out to her, like a trembling hand gripping her heart!

This was the premonition of a great opportunity!

Joy flickered across Yun Xiao's face. She quickened her pace without thinking. Driven by the pull of fate, the path up the mountain seemed to grow easier.

Months later, she finally reached the mountainside of Buzhou. The sensation of being summoned had grown overwhelmingly strong.

Before Yun Xiao now lay a pitch-black mountain pit, so deep its bottom was invisible. The howling wind mixed with falling snow echoed from within like sounds from the underworld, sending chills down one's spine.

"No wonder Wang Shu kept her distance from this place. It really is a bit eerie."

Yun Xiao channeled divine light into her eyes and peered downward, but even so, she could only see a mere hundred zhang into the depths.

It was like the source of darkness itself, capable of devouring all light.

Go down? Or not?

She hesitated for a long while, but in the end, she could not resist the intense pull in her heart. Summoning the Sea Calming Divine Pearls and other Spiritual Treasures, she carefully descended into the mountain pit.

The pit was deathly silent. Yun Xiao descended for several years before finally setting foot on solid ground.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a sound came from beneath her feet, like a bone snapping. In the stillness, it was jarringly loud.

This instantly snapped her out of boredom. She executed a Cloud Leap to the side, landing in a tense, guarded stance.

"A piece of withered bone?"

When Yun Xiao saw what she had stepped on, her expression did not relax—instead, it grew even more wary.

A withered bone meant that some living being had come here before her!

Here, there might be opportunities, but there could also be immense danger lurking!

There were no restrictions or barriers around this Mountain Pit, as if it were deliberately laid out to lure prey inside, with turbulent undercurrents hidden beneath the surface!

"Is it really that sinister?"

Yun Xiao stared at the pitch-black cave before her, extending her divine sense to its utmost limit. Step by step, she walked into the darkness, carefully sensing every change around her.

Everything here was tied to the legends of the Great God Pangu, pressing down on her with immense weight, forcing her to be nothing less than cautious and vigilant.

Along the way, she stepped on several more withered bones—some resembling dragons, some resembling qilin. It was clear that these had once belonged to extremely powerful beings.

Yet they had all fallen here. That was hardly a good omen.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Just then, flames suddenly burst forth on both sides of Yun Xiao, like rivers of fire dragons illuminating the entire cave.

And the true appearance of the cavern was finally revealed before her eyes.

"This is!?"

When Yun Xiao saw the full scope of the cave, her expression jolted in shock.

On the surrounding stone walls, countless Ancient Diagrams were carved, each one like a node in history, exuding an aura of ancient time!

These Ancient Diagrams depicted one event after another!

There were Three wisps of pure energy, taking form on a certain day.

There were endless ferocious beasts, annihilated on a certain day.

There were dragons, phoenixes, and qilin, their blood flowing like rivers on a certain day.

There was a Chaos Demon God, awakening on a certain day!

Among these events, some had already occurred in Yun Xiao's memory, while others were destined to happen in the future.

In other words, the Ancient Diagrams carved on the stone walls symbolized the historical progression of the Primordial Wilderness!

What a breathtaking sight this was!

As a transmigrator, it was no surprise that Yun Xiao knew the major and minor currents of the Primordial Wilderness.

But these Ancient Diagrams on the stone walls depicted many great events from ancient times to the present. Though not exhaustive, they were still astonishing!

"Did the Great God Pangu deduce all of this?" Yun Xiao's heart was shaken to its core.

She didn't believe there was a second transmigrator, and even if there were, no one could be powerful enough to carve these into Buzhou Mountain.

Aside from that, there was no one in the world other than the Great God Pangu, who had transformed into the Primordial Wilderness, who possessed such heaven-defying power.

"How terrifying the Great God Pangu is—calculating through the ages, even after transforming into the Primordial Wilderness, He still controls the destiny of the era!"

Yun Xiao was deeply captivated by the Ancient Diagrams before her. She patiently viewed them one by one, her divine sense unconsciously sinking into their depths.

"Your Dao."

Suddenly, a voice echoed in her heart, as if carried across the river of time, breaking through the shackles of the ages!

"My Dao?"

Yun Xiao's eyes grew dazed. She stood still, motionless, as if her soul had been lost.

After a long time, her lips barely moved, forming eight words: "Piercing the heavens, entering the earth—reaching the peak of perfection."