Pangu's Consciousness, Three Thousand Great Daos

Lord Wanshouyuan took a deep breath of the Innate Spiritual Qi, heavy as mountains. Each inhalation felt like swallowing metal—weighty, yet surging with immense energy.

The cyan light in his eyes blazed fiercely, like two Divine Lamps piercing through chaos, unleashing the full power of his Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal mid-stage physical body without reserve.

The blood and qi throughout his body roared like billions of awakened ancient Azure Dragons, rampaging through his veins and meridians.

A deep, vast rumble, as if originating from the depths of the Primordial Land, erupted from within him, forcibly withstanding the terrifying pressure that threatened to freeze space itself and halt time.

Within him, his Ultimate Taiyi-level mana also churned with unprecedented efficiency. Though it fell short of the overwhelming, tyrannical might of his Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal physique in both quality and quantity, it flowed like an underground spiritual spring, ceaseless and resilient, protecting his relatively fragile meridians and organs while providing a steady stream of power and the foundation for divine ability transformations.

His gaze was like a torch, piercing through the thin chaos mist, fixed on the summit above—seemingly within reach, bathed in vast and boundless Heavenly Light, yet separated by Endless Space-Time and barriers of Law. He adjusted his body and mind, preparing for this final, most arduous struggle.

He mobilized all his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, his will condensed to its peak, as if forging an invisible sharp sword to pierce through this last obstacle.

With every step he took, it felt as if he bore the weight of the entire Primordial Continent. The rock of Buzhou Mountain beneath his feet groaned with a dull, oppressive roar, as if even this eternal divine mountain acknowledged the heaviness of his steps.

On this final stretch, the pressure was far more intense than anywhere below, even forming visible spatial ripples that twisted and distorted like water waves, warping light itself into grotesque shapes.

The once-invisible Chaos Energy Streams here had condensed into tangible, gray-black lashes, like countless madly writhing tentacles, continuously striking his Crystal Body with an aura of annihilation, producing a dense, sharp sound like rain on banana leaves, yet as piercing as metal grinding against metal, sending up dazzling sparks and shattered Law fragments.

Lord Wanshouyuan clenched his jaw, his face as resolute as a stone carving, his will as firm as the divine mountain beneath him—even surpassing it. In his heart, only one pure, ultimate thought remained: reach the summit!

He cast aside all distractions, even lowering his perception of danger to a minimum, perfectly coordinating every shred of his mind, will, and strength

to resist the omnipresent, ultimate pressure, pushing upward, ever upward! Each step felt like opening up a new world—slow, yet unwaveringly determined.

Finally, when he elevated his state to an unprecedented peak, gathering all the physical power and Taiyi mana he could command at that moment, he let out a low, Dragon Roar-like shout and took a mighty step forward, crossing an invisible yet real boundary between heaven and earth—

"Hum..."

A strange, Light Hum like a Great Dao String being plucked echoed deep within his soul.

It felt as if he had passed through an extremely viscous yet finally breached invisible water membrane, or as if he had suddenly broken free from some heavy shackle that had bound him for eons.

The anticipated, even more terrifying ultimate pressure—enough to crush the physical body of an ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal and extinguish their Primordial Spirit—did not descend as expected. Instead... his entire body suddenly felt lighter!

The Pangu Pressure, vast as a sea of stars and heavy as myriad worlds, which had accompanied him throughout nearly the entire climb, upon his entry into this mysterious region, receded like an ebbing tide, rapidly diminishing to an inconceivable degree, almost creating an illusion.

Though it still existed, still a hundred or a thousand times heavier than ordinary Immortal Mountains and blessed lands in the Primordial Land, compared to the suffocating, crushing terror below, this place could almost be called "peaceful"!

It even gave rise to a strange sense of "tranquility."

Lord Wanshouyuan stumbled, nearly pitching forward from the force he had been using to resist the imagined pressure.

He quickly channeled his power to steady himself, his face filled with shock, bewilderment, and disbelief.

He scanned his surroundings with extreme vigilance, his divine sense spreading Like Mercury Spilling on the Ground, probing every inch of space with unprecedented thoroughness, searching for any hidden traps or anomalies.

This was the very top of Buzhou Mountain.

The terrain was relatively flat and open, like a vast platform meticulously leveled by some supreme power—broad and desolate.

The rocks bore a more ancient, purer bluish-black hue, as if they had precipitated all the colors of chaos.

They were covered in profound, naturally carved Dao patterns that no human hand could replicate, faintly resonating with the most primal Great Dao Law of heaven and earth. Staring at them too long left one dizzy and mesmerized.

The sky seemed truly within reach. The aura of the Primordial Land's firmament was incredibly clear, intimate, vast, boundless, and supreme, yet carried an indescribable sense of tolerance.

But what shook his mind most was not the strange weakening of the pressure, but another, deeper, more primal "presence" that filled this strange space.

It was no longer mere brute, oppressive force—but a grand, majestic, irresistible will!

A will filled with unyielding defiance, World-Opening, the creation of all things, and a spirit that lives on even in death!

This was the spiritual imprint left by Great God Pangu after he opened heaven and earth in chaos and exhausted his strength to perish, carried by Buzhou Mountain, which was transformed from his unyielding spine—his deepest, most selfless thought of guarding the world he created!

At the same time, within this vast, nourishing ocean of will, countless broken yet wondrous "traces" intertwined and permeated the space.

They were not complete inheritances or techniques, but more like the casual Great Dao Brushstrokes, Law Ripples, and nascent Dao rhymes left behind by a supreme master while crafting a world-shaking masterpiece.

Fragments of The Pinnacle of Strength in application, hazy insights into the Separation of Clarity and Turbidity and Xuanhuang Settling the Cauldron, nascent traces of Yin-Yang Evolution and the Five Elements Generation and Overcoming, primal marks of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water settling the Primordial Land... All-encompassing, profoundly deep.

Though they were only the most basic, superficial, and even somewhat chaotic Great Dao Fragments—like rough sketches and notes casually drawn by a master during conception—

their origin was so high, their intent so far-reaching, their purity directly pointing to the Great Dao Origin, that they already surpassed what most Innate Beings on the Primordial Continent could comprehend or imagine.

To Pangu, who had merged with the Great Dao, opened heaven and earth, and transformed into all things, these traces of nascent Dao understanding might have been mere trivial starting points, disposable sparks of thought.

But to any living being on the Primordial Continent—whether a newly awakened Xiantian God-Demon or a future great power destined to rise—these traces of the Creator God's most primal, purest Dao thoughts were priceless treasures!

They were lighthouses and fountains that could illuminate the path ahead, guide direction, and lay an unparalleled foundation for the Dao!

The vigilance and bewilderment in Lord Wanshouyuan's heart were instantly replaced by boundless shock and indescribable joy.

He understood in a flash: the true, greatest treasure of Buzhou Mountain's summit was not some imagined Innate Spiritual Root or spiritual treasure, but this omnipresent, vast, and boundless Pangu's Immortal Will and these invaluable traces of nascent Dao understanding!

He immediately abandoned his tense, combative stance, slowly dispersing the surging blood qi and mana around him, letting his body and mind fully relax to accept and feel.

He found a relatively smooth rock, its Dao patterns faintly forming a natural spirit-gathering array, sat down cross-legged, and slowly closed his eyes, completely releasing his mental barriers.

With no further resistance or rejection, like a wanderer returning home, he allowed the grand, gentle yet unyielding Pangu Will to embrace, soak, and baptize him.