Break and Then Establish, the Mortal Body Realm Breaks Through to Great Luo

The true challenge, without a doubt, had only just begun.

The earlier hardships seemed merely an appetizer.

He rose and once again actively dispersed the protective Wood Magical Power light barrier.

Deciding to rely solely on the physical strength of this Ginseng Fruit Tree Dao Body—tempered through countless refinements by the Wood Scripture and Pangu Pressure, and now newly integrated with the Four Symbols insights—

He would meet the increasingly terrifying, almost solid wall of Pangu Pressure that pressed in from all directions.

Every step he took was a hundred times harder than it had been below the mountain, and the higher he climbed, the pressure did not increase linearly but skyrocketed in geometric progression!

The air grew as heavy and viscous as mercury, not only crushing his body surface but also seeming to gain a will of its own, seeping into the marrow, grinding every bone, and assaulting the Sea of Consciousness, trying to extinguish the light within.

The mountain wind howled wildly, yet brought no trace of coolness; instead, it was like countless invisible blades, forged from Chaos Qi, continuously slicing at his skin.

Producing a teeth-grinding "ch-ch" sound.

Occasionally mixed in were fragments of Chaos Energy Streams, gray and hazy, incredibly dangerous, their annihilating nature enough to easily reduce ordinary Houtian Spirit Treasures to dust.

Lord Wanshouyuan remained undistracted, his Spiritual Platform clear and empty, focusing all his mind on sensing and resisting the endless pressure, carefully experiencing every subtle change and adaptation of his body under this extreme force.

His steps were slow and steady, like an old farmer plowing deep.

With each step, he left a faint, almost imperceptible footprint on the ancient, unyielding rock of Buzhou Mountain, harder than divine iron.

But it was instantly smoothed away by the omnipresent, eternal pressure, as if no one had ever set foot there.

Beneath his skin, the lush, vast Wood Origin radiance flowed at high speed on its own.

Like the most precise loom, it constantly repaired the minute damage torn by the pressure and Chaos Energy Streams.

It even seemed to reverse-transform the terrible destructive force, absorbing its essence into the best energy for tempering the body and purging impurities, hammering every inch of flesh, blood, and bone.

Gradually, he entered a Mysterious and Profound, rare state of self-forgetfulness.

The sense of time from the outside world blurred completely, and the surrounding scenery seemed to lose its color, fading into a vague backdrop.

Only the meandering mountain path ahead, stretching as if to the peak of the sky, and the vast pressure pressing from every angle—above, below, left, right—remained. This pressure itself became the only clear "existence."

His consciousness was highly concentrated, pure and unified, yet it seemed to transcend the shackles of the material world. All stray thoughts, even the consideration of his purpose, were cast aside, leaving only the purest instinctive intention: "upward," "climb."

The rhythm of his breath and steps gradually merged, harmonious and natural. Each inhale was as heavy as a mountain collapsing, each exhale expelled the fine turbidities and energy impurities forced out by the extreme pressure.

He forgot himself, forgot why he had come, even forgot what pain was. His entire body and mind, spirit and flesh, were completely immersed in resisting, adapting to, and even faintly merging with the legacy of this divine mountain formed from the spine of Great God Pangu.

This was the state of self-forgetfulness dreamed of by Great Desolation Cultivators.

Under the blessing of this wondrous state, his control over his own body reached an unprecedented level of subtlety, every tremor of a muscle, every surge of blood clear to his mind.

His operation of the Wood Scripture grew more natural and mature, approaching the Dao Realm, with every bit of magical power used precisely where it was needed most to sustain vitality and transform pressure, greatly increasing efficiency and minimizing loss.

The vast, crushing pressure, enough to shatter stars, was no longer a mere obstacle and ordeal but had become the best, most extravagant whetstone.

Polishing his immortal Dao Body and tempering his unwavering Heart of Seeking Dao.

However, as the pillar supporting the heavens, Buzhou Mountain's pressure seemed limitless, never-ending.

He did not know how long he had climbed, how many perilous cliffs that could slay a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal he had crossed, or how many clusters of soul-corrosive Chaos Mist he had passed through, when Lord Wanshouyuan was suddenly jolted awake from that self-forgetting state!

A terrifying pressure, unprecedented and far exceeding anything before, enough to shatter vast stars and collapse endless void, descended with a roar, as if the entire weight of the Primordial World had been instantly piled onto him!

"Crack... hum..."

It was not the harsh sound of bones breaking, but the deepest particles of his Dao Body, every minute component, crying out in unbearable strain and violent trembling!

It seemed that in the Next Instant, this hard-tempered Dao Body would be completely crushed, disintegrated, and turned into the purest Innate Spiritual Qi of this mountain, returning to the world.

Intense pain, originating from the very source of life, swept over him like a tide of annihilation, violently assaulting his Purple Mansion Primordial Spirit, nearly drowning his clarity of mind.

Tiny beads of blood oozed uncontrollably from his skin, only to be ground into nothingness by the terrifying pressure. The Wood radiance that protected his body flickered wildly, unstable, like a dying candle in a storm, on the verge of total collapse.

The peak Primordial Unity Golden Immortal magical power within him seemed so insignificant and utterly inadequate before this boundless, majestic force of heaven and earth, barely able to contract and guard his heart meridian and Primordial Spirit core.

His physical body had reached the true, absolute limit of what the current Primordial Unity realm could bear! Even one tiny step forward would mean shattered bones, damaged or even destroyed Dao foundation!

Retreat? Perhaps he could step back a little, just leave the core area of the strongest pressure, and with the pressure slightly reduced, gain a moment to breathe, slowly recovering with Wood Vitality.

But in Lord Wanshouyuan's eyes, after the initial intense pain, flashed a trace of ultimate determination and resolve.

How could the Heart of Seeking Dao retreat lightly? Instead of stepping back, he completely withdrew his peak Primordial Unity Golden Immortal magical power, no longer using it for any external resistance, pulling it all inward to tightly protect his heart meridian and Primordial Spirit core.

At the same time, he surged all the blood and qi in his body, raised his head, and let out a deep, muffled long cry like the roar of a primordial beast. The cry contained all his unyielding will, his longing for the peak of the Great Dao, and his ultimate pursuit of a truly powerful physical body!

He was fully opening himself up, completely surrendering to the destructive pressure, intending to force out the deepest latent potential within life at the edge of this ultimate destruction, achieving a rebirth of the flesh through death!

"Boom--!!!"

A grand roar, like Chaos Begins or the explosion of the universe, erupted from the deepest part of his body!

This was not a breakthrough in magical power realm, but a Great Dao Resonance brought by the ultimate leap in life level and the origin of the physical body!

It was the strongest sound of life's evolution!

The barrier between the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal and Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal physical body, which had hindered him for so long, shattered in that instant of seeking life through death!

Endless Innate Spiritual Qi, as if violently pulled by an invisible force, surged and converged toward him.

Even in this environment of Buzhou Mountain, dense with pressure and extremely stable in laws, it forcibly tore open a brief, twisted vortex of spiritual energy.

His physical body, like a parched land finally receiving rain after a long drought, greedily devoured these purest of primal energies. The skin that had been on the verge of collapse and seeping blood instantly healed.

Moreover, it radiated an unprecedented crystalline, glazed luster. Flesh, sinews, bones, organs, blood vessels, and even the tiniest cellular particles were undergoing an essential, transformative metamorphosis and elevation.

A surge of unprecedented power welled up from the deepest recesses of his body, as if a single punch could pierce the void, and one stomp could shake the mountains and rivers of the ages.

This was a pure strength, independent of magical powers or techniques, originating from the very essence of life itself—one of the ultimate manifestations of power!

At this point, his physical cultivation had stepped into the realm of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!

Although his magical power cultivation and Dao Realm insights remained at the peak of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, unable to break through simultaneously.

Yet, relying solely on this newborn, newly entered Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal flesh, its absolute strength, explosive power, self-recovery speed, and resistance to external damage had far exceeded the past by more than tenfold!

He now truly possessed the formidable capital to break laws with raw force and contend head-on with ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals!

Lord Wanshouyuan stood in place, his blood energy surging like the Archaic Dragon Clan, roaring and galloping, emitting a rumbling sound of the Great Dao. The vast blood energy, mixed with pure Wood Vitality, soared into the sky.

It forcibly pushed aside the surrounding, heavy, mercury-like Pangu Pressure, forming a twisted vacuum zone several zhang in diameter.

He carefully savored the earth-shattering, nearly reconstructed changes in his physical body, a surge of infinite emotion rising in his heart. Buzhou Mountain was indeed an extremely perilous death ground, yet it was also an unparalleled holy land for body refinement! Fortune and disaster intertwined—nothing could surpass this.