Climbing Buzhou Mountain

The first hundred li, he could still walk steadily. But as the altitude gradually increased, the Pangu Pressure did not grow linearly—instead, it layered upon itself, becoming more terrifying step by step.

By the later stages, every upward step felt like another weight added to the invisible burden on his shoulders.

The air grew as thick as mercury, making breathing extremely difficult; each inhalation and exhalation required immense effort.

Silence reigned all around, broken only by the sound of his own heartbeat, the flow of his blood, and the faint creaking of his bones Unable to Bear the strain—amplified under the boundless pressure, they rang out with startling clarity.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, but they were instantly crushed and evaporated by the heavy pressure.

His green Daoist robe clung tightly to his body, tracing the taut Lines of his muscles.

He was no longer merely walking; it was more like he was carrying the entire azure sky on his back, struggling against the current.

He did not know how long he had walked—perhaps months, perhaps years.

In this environment where pressure was omnipresent, the concept of time itself grew hazy.

Lord Wanshouyuan was drenched in sweat, but his eyes remained bright, even growing sharper.

He could feel that under this extreme oppression, his physical body was being squeezed, Time and Again drawing out Deeply Hidden potential. His flesh and blood grew denser, his bones took on a faint jade-like luster, and his meridians, battered repeatedly, widened slightly and became more resilient.

He even began to attempt to sense the faint traces of the "Force" Law belonging to Great God Pangu, embedded within the omnipresent pressure.

It was not a specific technique or inheritance, but an imprint left between heaven and earth, within the very rocks of this mountain—a supreme will of charging forward without hesitation, cleaving chaos, and standing tall between heaven and earth.

Occasionally, he encountered other beings who had come to Buzhou Mountain to seek treasures or train.

Some rode magical artifacts, their brilliance flickering as they struggled upward with difficulty;

Others, like him, chose to walk on foot, but most radiated a protective glow, clearly using their spiritual power or defensive treasures to withstand the pressure.

When they saw Lord Wanshouyuan walking entirely with his physical body, and at a pace not much slower than theirs, they all showed expressions of shock and disbelief.

A cultivator at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, holding up an ancient bronze shield to barely resist the pressure, watched as Lord Wanshouyuan climbed step by step from below, his aura steady, his gaze sharp despite his fatigue, and blurted out in astonishment:

"Daoist friend... you... you're walking entirely with your physical body? This... this Pangu Pressure Is Not a joke?"

Lord Wanshouyuan merely glanced at him indifferently, did not pause, and continued upward step by step, leaving behind a silhouette as straight and unyielding as a pine tree under the crushing weight.

The cultivator stared at his retreating figure, then looked at his own shield artifact, which was humming and trembling under the pressure. His face flickered with doubt and fear, finally settling into a bitter smile and deep wariness.

The higher he went, the fewer living beings there were.

Those who could reach this height were all elites of the Primordial Wilderness, at least strong among the Primordial Unity Golden Immortals.

But without exception, they all needed External Objects or spiritual power to barely hold on.

Someone like Lord Wanshouyuan, relying purely on his physical body, was absolutely unique.

The pressure grew ever greater.

Lord Wanshouyuan felt his internal organs groaning, as if they were about to be crushed into a pulp.

His blood flow became extremely sluggish; each heartbeat required tremendous strength.

On the surface of his skin, even the tiniest beads of blood began to seep out—signs of capillaries rupturing under extreme pressure. But his steps still did not stop.

His will was engaged in the most direct confrontation with the pain of his body and the extreme oppression of his environment.

His mind sank deep into this state, forgetting time, forgetting his purpose, leaving only the instinct to "go upward" and "persist," along with a subtle awareness of every change in his physical form.

Just as he felt he was nearing the current limit of his body and considered using A Trace of spiritual power to relieve the strain, a sudden change occurred!

Not far ahead, on a steep cliff face, the originally calm and dense Pangu Pressure suddenly churned violently, as if drawn by some force, and converged abruptly.

It Transformed Into an invisible, formless shockwave—yet one heavy enough to crush the Dao body of an ordinary Primordial Unity Golden Immortal—surging toward Lord Wanshouyuan like an undercurrent!

This was not a conscious attack, but more like a "pressure tide" naturally formed by the mountain's own force under certain special terrain or Qi Flow!

Danger!

Lord Wanshouyuan's pupils abruptly contracted; a fierce sense of crisis swept through his entire body in an instant!

If he used spiritual power to defend now, All Previous Efforts Wasted, and the tempering effect would be greatly diminished. If he endured head-on... in his current state, he would likely suffer severe injury!

In the blink of an eye, he made his choice!

"ROAR!"

A low, thunderous roar burst from his throat—not a spell, but the natural sound of physical power pushed to its limit, compressing the air!

His muscles instantly bulged, veins standing out like writhing dragons and serpents. The vast Essence of Yi Wood within him surged at an unprecedented speed, not outward, but fully inward, reinforcing every inch of flesh and every bone!

He stomped his feet, shattering the hard rock beneath him, leaned his body slightly forward, and assumed the most basic rooted, stable stance—determined to use this tempered physical body to meet the sudden pressure tide head-on!

"BOOM—!"

An invisible collision erupted!

Lord Wanshouyuan felt as if he had been struck head-on by a Primordial Wilderness star!

His vision went black, his ears rang with thunder, a sweetness rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood nearly sprayed out—but he Stare Fixedly swallowed it back down.

His bones emitted a teeth-grinding creak, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Countless tiny wounds split open on his skin, blood seeping out only to be pressed back into his body.

But he held firm! He was not swept away, not crushed!

His feet were like the roots of an ancient tree, staring fixedly into the mountain rock. His body shook violently, but he did not retreat a single step!

That terrifying pressure tide lasted for about ten breaths before slowly subsiding.

After the tide, Lord Wanshouyuan remained in that posture, motionless.

He was drenched in blood, looking utterly miserable, and his aura had become somewhat disordered.

But if one sensed carefully, they could detect that his flesh, though scarred by the tide's baptism, radiated a purer, more condensed, and tougher aura from deep within!

Break and Then Establish!

Under that extreme impact, the potential of his flesh was forced out once more, completing a minor leap!

The cracked bones began to heal under the nourishment of the Essence of Yi Wood, becoming harder;

The ruptured meridians reconnected, growing wider;

The density of his flesh and blood also rose a level.

He slowly straightened up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and in his eyes, there was no fear—instead, a trace of fervor and understanding flashed.

"So that's how it is... This pressure tide, though a calamity, is also an opportunity! It can even stimulate potential!"

He no longer hesitated and continued upward.

On the path ahead, he encountered several more pressure tides of varying intensity. Each time, he chose to endure them head-on, each time ending up battered and bruised, but each time after recovery, his physical strength improved significantly.

His adaptability to the Pangu Pressure grew stronger.

Later on, he even began actively seeking out areas dense with pressure or prone to tides, charging into them to accept the tempering.

His flesh, through this almost masochistic cultivation, grew formidable at an astonishing rate.

His skin took on a luster like warm jade faintly tinged with cyan gold, and every movement contained explosive power.

He even felt that his physical body alone, in terms of pure strength, was no longer inferior to some Primordial Unity Golden Immortal peak cultivators!

And all of this was thanks to Buzhou Mountain, thanks to the selfless "tempering" of the Pangu Pressure!

Thus, relying solely on the power of his flesh, he resisted the lingering might of Pangu that filled heaven and earth, step by step, toward the peak of Buzhou Mountain that towered beyond sight, undertaking this long, arduous, yet immensely rewarding cultivation and climb.

The mountain path ahead still meandered upward, vanishing into the clouds. Every step was a trial, and every step was also cultivation.

His goal was not just the summit, but the sublimation of the flesh's ultimate limit, and a trace of insight into the primordial power that split heaven and earth.