Law Impact, Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art

The three of them immediately quickened their pace.

When they reached the mountainside, Fuxi spoke: "Back then, my sister and I also tried to reach the summit."

His dragon tail swept across the hard rock ground, producing a rustling sound.

"But this was as far as we could go. Any further, and it became impossible."

Nüwa's voice followed, her serpent tail moving with a unique rhythm: "Past the halfway point, the oppressive feeling changes completely.

It's not just a suppression of power—it's the residual will of Lord Pangu, ceaselessly assailing your Dao heart and your Laws."

She looked at Guiyuan, her gaze calm.

"If your own Great Dao is not firm enough, your Laws will be eroded, even twisted. The destruction of your Dao foundation is no empty threat."

Guiyuan heard this and, instead of alarm, raised an eyebrow in delight.

"Law assault?"

The Three Thousand Great Dao runes within him, originating from the Eternal Life World, trembled faintly, as if sensing a challenge.

"Just what I wanted."

What he sought was to use the Three Thousand Laws of Pangu's will as fuel, under the most primal and direct pressure of Pangu's Dao Rhyme, to temper and forge the foundation of his own "Guiyuan Great Dao."

This scouring by Pangu's will was the perfect furnace.

He stepped forward, his gray robe rustling in the increasingly violent, formless pressure.

The three of them crossed that invisible boundary together, truly entering the upper half of Mount Buzhou.

In an instant, though the scenery around them remained unchanged, the omnipresent pressure underwent a qualitative shift!

What had been merely a heavy burden of force before

now seemed to come alive, carrying an ancient, vast will like a surging tide, directly scouring their Dao hearts and the foundations of the Laws they wielded.

Around Fuxi, the void rippled with countless twisted, transparent distortions.

That was the manifestation of the Heavenly Secrets Law—the mysteries of deduction, change, and foreknowledge piercing his spirit like countless fine needles, forcing him to comprehend, to endure, to transcend.

Around Nüwa, life and death alternated in cycles, the True Meaning of Creation and the Dao Rhyme of Ending intertwining, enacting the ultimate proposition of creation and annihilation.

A solemn expression appeared on her beautiful face as she fully activated her own Great Dao to resist and absorb.

They both clearly sensed that while the Law pressure was immense, it primarily targeted the core Laws they cultivated; the impact of other Laws was merely supplementary.

This will was not meant to crush them utterly, but rather to serve as a stern trial, a refinement that efficiently drove them to deeper insights into their own Great Dao.

However, Guiyuan's situation was completely different.

The moment he set foot here—

"Boom!"

The void shook!

It was not a single sound, but a cacophony of thousands upon thousands of different Dao Rhymes roaring simultaneously!

Earth, fire, water, wind, thunder, lightning, slaughter, destruction, stars, time and space... Visible to the naked eye, Law Divine Chains of myriad colors and forms surged wildly from the void.

Like furious primordial true dragons, carrying the majestic momentum to shatter everything and reestablish order, they bore down on Guiyuan all at once!

Guiyuan's body trembled violently, and deep within his pupils, countless Great Dao runes seemed to flare and collapse.

In that moment, his true spirit was utterly engulfed by the boundless tide of Laws, scoured and washed simultaneously by the Three Thousand Laws from Pangu's will.

This horrifying sight, this intensity of Law impact thousands of times greater than what they faced, shook the Dao hearts of Fuxi and Nüwa once more, even as they had just steadied themselves.

Fuxi watched the figure submerged in the torrent of Three Thousand Law Divine Chains, his dragon tail unconsciously tensing, his eyes filled with disbelief.

For the first time, a barely concealed shock appeared on Nüwa's usually cool and composed face.

She stared at that chaotic yet dazzling vortex of Laws and blurted out involuntarily:

"This... the assault of the Three Thousand Laws!"

She turned sharply to Fuxi, her voice carrying a tremor she herself hadn't noticed:

"Is this Daoist Guiyuan truly an Innate Sacred? Not... not the reincarnation of Lord Pangu?"

If not Pangu, who else could provoke such a reaction from Mount Buzhou, using the complete Three Thousand Laws as a "trial"?

Fuxi remained silent. Indeed, this was his first time seeing such a thing. No wonder Guiyuan wielded all kinds of divine abilities with such ease.

But he had never expected that Guiyuan had comprehended so many Laws.

Guiyuan's mind, under the violent assault of the Three Thousand Laws, was abruptly pulled away.

The vibrant colors of the Primordial World and the towering sight of Mount Buzhou instantly faded. He seemed to fall into an absolute "nothingness"—a void with no up or down, no light, no sound, only his own existence.

In this chaotic, unformed emptiness, at the edge of his vision, without warning, a supreme radiance bloomed.

It was a lotus of boundless size, its petals layered in thirty-six tiers, silently suspended at the center of the void.

The lotus leaves were azure like jade, flowing with the aura of chaos, as if it had existed since the dawn of time, bearing the mysteries of the origin of the Great Dao.

The Chaos Azure Lotus.

This name naturally surfaced in Guiyuan's heart, requiring no explanation.

His gaze pierced through the hazy azure radiance, and upon the lotus pedestal, he saw a figure of indescribable majesty silently seated in meditation.

That figure was indistinct, yet carried the supreme aura of splitting open the primordial chaos and stabilizing Qiankun.

"Splash—"

It felt as if endless ages had passed, or perhaps only an instant.

The Thirty-Six Grades Chaos Azure Lotus, in utter silence, burst into bloom!

At the very moment the azure lotus blossomed.

Guiyuan's gaze collided violently with the eyes of the figure at the lotus pedestal's center!

"Boom!!!"

An unimaginable torrent of information, transcending words and images, like a breached cosmic river of stars, rampaged into Guiyuan's sea of consciousness, branding itself deep within his true spirit.

Countless profound and ancient Dao Scripts, supreme methods for tempering the physical body, a domineering path that harnessed the Three Thousand Laws to forge oneself... surged wildly, combined, and ultimately coalesced into four primordial Dao Scripts.

Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art!

Using the Three Thousand Laws as hammers and chaos as the furnace, temper oneself until achieving the true form of "Pangu," impervious to all paths, born as the Great Dao itself!

Guiyuan's consciousness trembled violently within this frenzy of information, his vision blurring and twisting.

In that final instant before plunging into utter darkness.

What he saw was that majestic figure rising from the azure lotus, wielding a great axe, charging toward the terrifying presences in the void—presences so dreadfully overwhelming they could annihilate the Great Dao itself—and slaughtering them without hesitation...

"Ah!"

Guiyuan, seated cross-legged on the rock of Mount Buzhou, snapped his eyes open. The phantom of the Chaos Azure Lotus and the figure gestated within chaos still seemed to linger in the depths of his pupils.

The oppressive pressure of the Three Thousand Laws around him remained, yet it no longer felt so unbearable.

Suppressing the surging tempest in his heart, Guiyuan silently spoke within his sea of consciousness:

"Pangu Inheritance..."

Guiyuan rose to his feet.

The originally violent, ocean-like pressure of the Three Thousand Laws around him had now transformed into a tame stream.

Though it still encircled him, it could no longer deliver the initial shock it once had.