First Arrival at Buzhou Mountain

Lord Wanshouyuan (the Dao name of the Ginseng Fruit Tree avatar) left the territory of Longevity Mountain. The green Daoist robe around him fluttered without wind, and his form transformed into an ethereal, swift streak of green light.

It was precisely the Innate Evasion Technique driven by the Essence of Yi Wood, its destination clear, directly pointing toward the center of the Primordial Continent in the darkness—Mount Buzhou.

According to the fragmented memories of his main body, Zhenyuanzi, Mount Buzhou, formed from the spine of Great God Pangu, was not only the pillar supporting heaven and earth but also a gathering place of endless creation from the dawn of the Primordial World, containing countless opportunities.

Whether it was Innate Spiritual Roots awakening in ignorance, Innate Spiritual Treasures hiding profound mysteries, or even remnants of Great Dao Insights left behind when Pangu opened the world, all might be scattered across this mountain.

Moreover, a vague, intuitive hint suggested that the first Primordial World living being to successfully ascend Mount Buzhou with their own strength might stir the fate in the darkness and receive an additional gift from Pangu or the Great Dao itself.

Such temptation was crucial for Zhenyuanzi and his avatar, who urgently needed to enhance their strength and lay plans for the future.

The Primordial Continent was vast and boundless, with mountains, rivers, and streams stretching for billions of miles. Though the Innate Spiritual Qi permeating it was dense, it also brought invisible resistance. Furthermore, chaotic, uncalmed Chaos Energy Streams, existing since the Creation of the World, occasionally raged.

Although Lord Wanshouyuan drove his flying light with the cultivation of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, his speed already extremely fast, on the scale of the vast and boundless Primordial World, he still felt as though he had traveled for countless ages.

The Sun, Moon, and Stars rotated and alternated above his head. The landscape below shifted from lush forests to barren deserts, then to vast swamps and deep abysses, stretching endlessly without a visible end.

He focused without distraction, constantly adjusting his direction, sensing the increasingly clear, majestic summons from deep within the earth's veins—the unique, towering, and weighty aura of Mount Buzhou.

Finally, after flying for who knew how long, a scene capable of shaking any Primordial World living being appeared on the distant horizon.

A divine mountain, beyond words to describe its grandeur and enormity, stood tall between heaven and earth.

Its body was a mysterious, dark blue-black, simple and unadorned yet desolate. The mountain was steep and precipitous, piercing straight into the clouds, as if truly supporting the entire sky.

Around the mountain swirled dense Innate Spiritual Qi and remnants of Chaos Energy Streams that had not fully dissipated, forming countless gorgeous, aurora-like veils, as if dragons and serpents coiled within.

An aura vast, majestic, heavy, and inspiring boundless reverence rushed toward him, even from an extremely distant place.

This was Mount Buzhou, the heavenly pillar of the Primordial World, formed from Pangu's spine!

Though incalculable time had passed since Pangu's World-Opening, with ages flowing and all things living and dying, the Pangu Pressure left on this divine mountain seemed eternal, never weakening in the slightest.

It was a supreme majesty originating from the Creator, the Maker—a manifestation of the Pinnacle of Strength. Vast and overwhelming, terrifying beyond measure, shaking heaven and earth, it made the surrounding space feel stagnant and heavy.

Ordinary birds could not cross it. Those with weaker cultivation could not even approach; their Primordial Spirits would be crushed, their Dao bodies shattered by the invisible pressure.

Lord Wanshouyuan's heart also grew solemn. His eyes showed extreme gravity and sincere admiration.

He slowly reduced the speed of his flying light. The closer he got, the clearer and heavier the pressure became, squeezing in from all directions like solid seawater.

It caused the green light of Yi Wood protecting his body to ripple slightly, and the speed of his mana circulation unconsciously slowed.

"Great God Pangu, truly worthy of being the Lord of Creation who opened the world! Though his body has fallen for such a long time, only the mountain formed from his spine remains, yet its pressure is still so intense and vast. Truly worthy of respect and lament!"

Lord Wanshouyuan murmured in low admiration, his voice filled with reverence for that supreme power.

He drove his flying light and finally landed at the immensely broad foot of Mount Buzhou.

Looking up, the mountain plunged straight into the blue void; the summit was utterly invisible. Only clouds and mist swirling around the mountainside and Myriad Rays of Rosy Clouds could be seen.

At this spot, the Pangu Pressure had reached its extreme. The air itself seemed to become viscous; every breath carried a heavy weight.

The mana barrier automatically circulating around his body emitted a faint hum, constantly neutralizing this terrifying, omnipresent force.

Lord Wanshouyuan adjusted his breathing briefly, adapting to the environment at the mountain's base.

Then, he made a decision—his Thought Stirred, and the layer of green, hazy protective mana light around his body receded like a tide. He actively dispersed it, completely withdrawing it into his body.

In an instant, the vast, ocean-like Pangu Pressure, originally blocked by his mana, fell directly and unreservedly onto his physical body!

"Buzz!"

It felt as if an invisible great mountain had instantly pressed down on his shoulders, or as if the weight of the entire Primordial Continent had gathered here.

Lord Wanshouyuan's body sank slightly. A very faint creaking sound came from his bones and joints—the natural reaction of a physical body under immense pressure.

He took a deep breath. Even that breath, drawn into his lungs, felt extraordinarily heavy, carrying a texture like mountain rock.

He took his first step, planting his foot firmly on the mountain rock of Mount Buzhou, which was harder than divine iron and contained a faint aura of Pangu.

His footfall landed with a dull thud.

It was not the rock shifting, but the vibration produced by his body resisting the pressure.

He did not use the slightest bit of mana, purely relying on this Dao body, formed from the transformation of the Innate Spiritual Root Ginseng Fruit Tree, to withstand the vast Pangu Pressure.

In truth, Lord Wanshouyuan's choice to climb on foot and disperse his mana was not merely to Show Respect or to court hardship.

Within this lay his deeper purpose, also derived from the precious knowledge in his main body Zhenyuanzi's memories—using the omnipresent Pangu Pressure on Mount Buzhou to temper and polish his physical body!

In the Primordial World, there were myriad paths of cultivation, but no matter the path, a powerful physical body was always the foundation, the raft that carried mana and nurtured the Primordial Spirit.

Especially for Zhenyuanzi, who aspired to be In Charge Of the Earth Authority, the connection between the physical body and the earth was even more crucial.

Although the Ginseng Fruit Tree was an Innate Spiritual Root, brimming with vitality, it was not known for the sturdiness of its pure physical body.

And Great God Pangu had Proven the Dao with Strength; his physical body's might was unmatched throughout Chaos.

Even though he had already Transformed Into all things, the residual pressure of Mount Buzhou, formed from his spine, remained the world's topmost invisible furnace for body refinement.

Every step taken was a hundred times harder than on ordinary ground.

The pressure in the air seemed to turn into solid heavy water, pressing not only from above but surging from all directions—front, back, left, right—trying to hinder every movement.

The skin's surface clearly felt the pressure like a dull blade scraping across it. Flesh and blood trembled slightly under the force. Bones endured continuous tempering. Even the mana circulating naturally through the meridians seemed to be compressed into a denser state by this pressure.

Lord Wanshouyuan regulated his breathing, his steps slow but steady.

He carefully experienced the changes in pressure on every inch of his physical body, feeling the pressure seep into every pore, colliding and merging directly with his cells, his sinews and bones, his very origin.

This process was arduous, even carrying some pain, but he could clearly perceive that under this extreme pressure, his physical body was undergoing an extremely subtle yet continuous transformation.

The originally gentle and vast Wood Vitality, tempered by the pressure, became more resilient, merging deeper into his flesh and blood. This caused his Dao body, already infinite in vitality, to begin evolving toward a stronger, more solid direction.