Discovering the Innate Restriction

Lord Wanshouyuan climbed step by step upward, the surrounding Pangu Pressure already condensed into a tangible force, as if billions of tons of divine iron were constantly crushing his physical body.

This pressure did not only act on the surface but pierced through his skin, straight into his marrow, and even reached deep within his Primordial Spirit, carrying the vast and domineering aura of the primordial world's opening, seeking to completely crush him, assimilate him, and return him to this heaven and earth.

The mountain grew steeper, nearly vertical, with jagged rocks jutting out. Every protruding bluish-black mountain stone was sharp-edged, gleaming with a cold, metallic luster, as if still bearing the remnants of the Chaos Aura from the World-Opening era—ancient, heavy, and heart-stopping.

At this height, let alone ordinary beings, even Golden Immortals with slightly inferior cultivation would have long been unable to move an inch, or even have their physical bodies shattered by this terrifying pressure, their Primordial Spirits dissipating, becoming nourishment for part of Buzhou Mountain.

Looking around, the vast Sea of Clouds churned like an endless chaotic ocean, with no trace of any other living being in sight. Even birds were absent, and all was silent, save for the howling astral winds carrying the sharpness to tear space, and the omnipresent, eternal Pangu's might.

Only he remained, like a solitary pilgrim, with an unyielding will and a body constantly tempered, resisting the supreme power originating from the dawn of the primordial world.

His silhouette, set against the vast mountain, seemed minuscule, yet carried a stubborn and tenacious spirit that stood tall between heaven and earth.

Every step upward required mobilizing every ounce of strength within him to resist the all-encompassing, downward-pressing force.

When his foot landed, the mountain rock, harder than refined steel, would tremble slightly, leaving a shallow pit that was immediately smoothed over by the invisible pressure.

His bones let out faint groans of being Unable to Bear, as if they would shatter at any moment. His flesh, blood, and meridians were constantly Tear Apart under this extreme pressure. Fine beads of blood, just seeping from his pores, were pressed back into his body or crushed into nothingness by the pressure.

Immediately, the vast Wood Vitality within him flowed swiftly, an azure light surging from the depths of his organs and marrow, nourishing and repairing the damage in a cycle. This caused his Dao body to slowly but steadily grow stronger amidst endless pain, each repair meaning a trace of adaptation to the Pangu Pressure.

Muscle fibers snapped under the heavy load, only to be reconnected under the flow of azure light, becoming denser, with faint, mysterious runes flickering briefly in their textures, better able to withstand this terrifying force.

The Wood Magical Power surging through his meridians was compressed almost to a standstill, moving as if through a swamp, yet under the drive of his powerful will, it stubbornly continued to circulate.

It precisely delivered abundant vitality to every inch of flesh in need of nourishment, while slowly expelling the turbid qi and waste blood generated by the pressure through his body's acupoints, which were then purified by the external pressure.

Yet the pressure's increase seemed endless. The higher he went, the force not only doubled but also took on a terrifying quality that could extinguish the soul and erode the Dao foundation.

When he reached a certain prominent, massive rock platform, Lord Wanshouyuan felt he was nearing his limit. His internal organs seemed displaced, and the Primordial Spirit Light was compressed within his Zi Mansion, flickering unsteadily.

If he continued to rely purely on his physical body to withstand this, he risked damaging his origin, or even shaking his Dao foundation, which would be counterproductive.

The Body Protection Azure Light around him had dimmed slightly, and even his breathing carried a heavy pressure, his chest rising and falling with difficulty.

Each inhalation felt like swallowing billions of tons of gravel and metal shards, scraping his throat and lungs, and each exhalation brought tearing pain, the expelled air instantly crushed by the pressure, producing a dull explosion.

He had no choice but to pause his climb, his gaze sharp as lightning, scanning this relatively flat rock platform.

The platform's surface was smooth as a mirror, reflecting a faint, cold light, clearly polished by the pressure over endless ages, incredibly hard.

His divine sense carefully probed, finding a depression naturally formed by several massive rocks. Here, due to the clever arrangement of the stones, the pressure was slightly weaker than its surroundings, as if a natural force field had formed, offsetting some of the force.

He immediately moved into it, each step heavy, leaving a shallow imprint on the ground that was quickly flattened. He sat cross-legged, no longer deliberately suppressing his magical power, and began to actively guide his breathing and adjust.

"Hum—"

A low yet vast hum emanated from within him, and the azure light around him blazed brightly, like an azure sun suddenly igniting at this extreme peak. The pure and vast Wood Magical Power automatically circulated through his cycles, like rain after a long drought, swiftly nourishing and repairing his slightly weary and dimmed physical body.

At the same time, it formed a solid, thick protective light shield, flowing with countless runes of vitality, slightly isolating the omnipresent, crushing Pangu Pressure.

The azure light clashed violently with the invisible pressure, producing faint yet dense crackling sounds, and splashing countless tiny azure-gold spiritual lights, like the birth and death of stars.

Instantly, a trace of the overwhelming pressure was relieved, allowing him to let out a long breath of turbid qi, which was crushed into nothingness by the residual pressure the moment it left his mouth.

He needed to use this rare breathing space to adjust his condition to its peak, so he could continue the even more arduous journey ahead.

He formed hand seals, placing them on his knees. The phantom of the Ginseng Fruit Tree appeared Vaguely Visible behind him, communicating with the thin yet pure Wutu Essence Qi deep within the earth, aiding the Wood Magical Power in deeper recovery.

Just as his mind sank into his body, fully circulating the Wood Scripture, supplemented by the original vitality of his Ginseng Fruit Tree body to regulate his being and repair the deepest, finest cracks...

His divine sense, sharpened by the full operation of his magical power, became exceptionally acute and active, his connection with the surrounding heaven and earth growing clearer and deeper.

Suddenly, his mind stirred slightly. An extremely faint yet strangely familiar rhythmic fluctuation, resonating faintly with his origin, pierced through the thick Pangu Pressure, coming from a seemingly seamless bluish-black mountain wall not far from this rock platform.

That fluctuation... was profound and subtle, as if synchronized with the breath of the entire Buzhou Mountain, yet self-contained, carrying a natural, innate Dao resonance.

If not for his extraordinary origin—being an Innate Spiritual Root that had taken form, and his long residence at Longevity Mountain, making him extremely familiar with the operation of the Innate Xutu Great Formation and the flow of earth vein qi—he would almost have mistaken this fluctuation for an illusion caused by changes in the pressure.

This feeling was remarkably similar to the naturally formed earth formation outside the Wuzhuang Temple of Longevity Mountain, which protected the Dao field!

Both were naturally formed, not man-made, connected to the earth veins, containing the most primal and natural power of the Heaven and Earth Law, profoundly mysterious.

"Could It Be... a Xiantian Restriction?"

Lord Wanshouyuan's heart stirred, and he immediately Awakened from his deep meditation, opening his eyes. Azure light swirled in his pupils, like two Divine Lamps, piercing through the pervasive pressure, and he carefully Looked Towards the direction from which the fluctuation came.