Small Mount Buzhou

For a moment.

Tongtian was somewhat unconvinced, and also somewhat unwilling to believe it.

Clang!

With a soft ring, a long sword suddenly left its sheath.

This was a top-grade innate spirit treasure.

It had been found together before he separated from Taiqing and Yuanshi.

It was transformed from a lotus leaf of the Twenty-Four Grade Green Lotus of Creation.

As the saying goes.

Red flower, white lotus root, green lotus leaf—the Three Purities were originally one family.

The Green Lotus of Creation, which had the grade of an Innate Supreme Treasure, split into three upon the arrival of the Three Purities, transforming into three top-grade innate spirit treasures.

Among them.

The red flower turned into a flat crutch, obtained by Taiqing.

The white lotus root turned into a Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, obtained by Yuanshi.

As for the green lotus leaf.

It turned into a Greenping Sword.

That is, the long sword currently held in Tongtian's hand.

He offered up the spirit treasure.

Tongtian had no other purpose—he simply wanted to prove himself.

Mainly, he refused to believe.

That he couldn't even break the mountain stone at the foot of the mountain.

If that were the case, what about going higher?

Unimaginable.

If it were truly so.

This mountain, though not Buzhou, would be eerily similar to Buzhou.

Even the main peak of Kunlun.

Might not necessarily compare.

But the crux of the matter was this mountain...

It had no name!

Even now, Tongtian still didn't know what this mountain was called.

Or perhaps...

It simply had no name?

Thinking this.

Tongtian took a deep breath. His Dao Body, magic power, and spirit treasure all roared in unison.

Then.

In an instant, he swung his sword.

This strike.

He poured his heart spirit into it.

Though not using his full strength, he used eight or nine-tenths of his power.

He sought nothing else.

Only to break the stone at the mountain's foot, to prove that his cultivation was not so poor.

After all.

If he couldn't even break an unnamed immortal mountain.

It would be too disheartening.

Clang!

Tongtian's sword struck the mountain's foot. The sound did not sink into the earth at all, but instead rang out like striking a bell!

The sound was crisp.

Looking again at the point of impact, Tongtian was dazed.

Instantly.

He was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief.

A strike using eight or nine-tenths of his strength could only leave a faint white mark on the mountain body at the foot?

At this moment.

Tongtian couldn't help but wonder.

Was this really an unnamed Immortal Mountain?

If Mount Buzhou weren't located elsewhere, he would even believe it had just put on a "disguise"!

Or rather...

"This mountain could be called... Small Mount Buzhou?"

Tongtian's mind was somewhat dazed.

Thoroughly shaken.

It took a good while before he snapped back to reality.

His gaze fell upon an utterly unremarkable blade of grass.

He murmured.

"I cannot break through the Mountain Body Hall."

"But this blade of grass..."

"It should be doable, right?"

At this moment.

In Tongtian's heart, the nameless Immortal Mountain before him.

Was none other than "Small Mount Buzhou"!

"Could it also be a part of Father God's Dao Body, directly manifested?"

"Just as Mount Buzhou was formed from Father God's spine!"

"That must be it!"

Tongtian nodded.

Gradually convinced.

Because if not, he couldn't fathom why this mountain would be so extraordinary.

With his cultivation at the peak of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

He had even exerted eight or nine-tenths of his strength.

Yet could only...

Leave behind a faint white mark!

Now.

As he turned his attention back to that white mark, Tongtian's expression grew even more vivid.

His eyes widened.

He exclaimed.

"What!"

"It's already healed?"

"This..."

Seeing this, Tongtian was overwhelmed with emotion.

Truly at a loss for words.

He could only grow more certain of his speculation.

It was Small Mount Buzhou!

"If that's the case, whether I can't break it or it restores itself, it's all perfectly normal!"

"My cultivation may be decent, but compared to this mountain."

"It's still nothing worth mentioning!"

Tongtian tried to convince himself.

And recalled his time at Mount Buzhou.

His current experience was much the same.

But since he had mentally prepared himself back then, knowing Mount Buzhou bore Pangu's Pressure, he hadn't felt too disheartened.

Now, however.

He had taken quite a blow.

It took him a while to gradually recover.

And then.

His anticipation only grew stronger.

Tongtian glanced at the Greenping Sword, his anticipation for the opportunity here growing ever stronger.

Because the Greenping Sword was something he had found on Mount Buzhou.

To be precise.

It was discovered by the Three Purities together.

And precisely because of that, the opportunity had been split into three.

But now, things were different.

Taiqing and Yuanshi had parted ways with him, heading to the Heaven Beyond Heaven.

In other words.

If there was an opportunity here, it would be Tongtian's alone to claim!

"Excellent!"

"On Mount Buzhou, we found a Green Lotus comparable to an Innate Supreme Treasure. Though this is Small Mount Buzhou, inferior to the real one, it should still hold..."

"A treasure no less than the Greenping Sword, right?"

Thinking this.

Tongtian smiled.

No longer disheartened, his Eyes swept around.

He looked to see if there was any hidden mystery or gain.

Before long.

His eyes lit up.

He spotted a spirit herb.

His voice murmured.

As if building his own confidence.

"I cannot cleave through the mountain body, but this little grass..."

"Should be doable, right?"

At this moment.

In Tongtian's view, this little grass.

Though it was indeed a spirit herb.

Placed in the current Primordial Wilderness, on "Small Mount Buzhou," it really had nothing noteworthy.

It wasn't tall.

It didn't seem particularly spiritual either.

It barely had one special trait.

It was green.

Vibrantly green, as if brimming with life.

With the current concentration of spiritual energy in the Primordial Wilderness, what spirit root wasn't full of vitality?

Except for the Western Region!

In short.

In Tongtian's eyes, this spirit herb could only be described as utterly ordinary.

Though limited by Small Mount Buzhou's pressure.

He couldn't sense it too clearly.

But Tongtian had already made a judgment.

"Hmm..."

"At most, a Mid Grade Innate Spirit Root!"

"No higher than that!"

Of course.

This was just a preliminary assessment.

What Grade it truly was could only be known after pulling it up.

But it should be correct.

With this thought, Tongtian's Primordial Spirit stirred.

His Magic power flowed.

He intended to use it to pull up the little grass.

But the next instant.

Anomalies abounded!

Tongtian discovered with astonishment that the binding force he had derived from his magic power had been shattered in an instant!

Hm?

What was going on?

Tongtian couldn't help but freeze.

He looked again more carefully.

Only then did he realize he might have misjudged.

"This spirit herb's roots are straight as a sword, its leaves sharp as blades—perhaps it contains more laws than I guessed?"

"Extraordinary!"

"It must be a Superior Grade Innate Spirit Root!"

He had to admit.

The difference between grades of Innate Spirit Roots was greater than that between Spirit Treasures.

With Spirit Treasures.

At least Superior Grade and Top Grade weren't so far apart.

But spirit roots were different.

A Top Grade spirit root was a whole level stronger than a Superior Grade one.

And the same held between Superior Grade and Mid Grade.

The Primordial Wilderness was indeed rich in spiritual energy now.

But Superior Grade Innate Spirit Roots were still few in number.

Even for Tongtian.

He hadn't encountered many.

Of course.

Every one he had found, he had collected.

Now...

Naturally, it was no exception.

"Since it's a Superior Grade Innate Spirit Root with such a sharp Sword Intent."

"Then it aligns somewhat with the Dao I cultivate!"

"If I can collect it to comprehend, or even refine it..."

"It will bring a great fortune!"

"Hahaha!"

Tongtian couldn't help but laugh.

Through the magic power fluctuations transmitted back from the shattered binding force, Tongtian clearly sensed that this spirit herb contained Sword Intent.

It was highly likely to hold a vast amount of Sword Dao laws.

Such a spirit herb.

No matter how it was used, even just sitting beside it in meditation would greatly benefit one's comprehension of Sword Dao laws!

For a moment.

Joy filled Tongtian's heart.

He bent down.

Preparing to personally pull up the spirit herb.

Rather than simply using magic power.

Magic power was formless.

And combined with his earlier underestimation of this spirit herb, it had been easily broken through.

This time.

That would clearly not happen.

"Not bad!"

"Arriving here for the first time."

"And already gaining a stroke of fortune!"

"Further up..."

"There will surely be more!"

At this moment.

Tongtian's mind still had room to think of other things.

He hadn't even considered the possibility of failure.

What a joke.

He was a cultivator at the peak of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, one of the Three Purities.

Pangu's Orthodox Lineage!

If he couldn't even pull up a single Spirit Root, wouldn't that be ridiculous?

But the next moment.

A scene he never expected unfolded.

To be precise.

It was a sharp pain surging from his palm!

He looked closely.

On his palm, there was a shocking wound!

And blood was seeping out of it!

At this moment.

Tongtian was utterly dumbfounded.

For a moment, he couldn't even snap back to reality.

Clearly.

What lay before him was something he hadn't anticipated.

Having his Magic power broken through was one thing.

But now, this was his Dao Body!

"I was actually injured by a Spirit Root?"

Tongtian's gaze shifted between the wound and the Spirit Root.

It took a while before he came back to his senses.

Though there were countless questions.

The urgent matter was clearly to stop the wound.

But when he tried to put this plan into action.

He ran into another problem.

At most, Tongtian could only use his Magic power to block the wound, stopping the blood from seeping out.

But the wound itself refused to heal!

Because around the wound.

There were many sharp sword intents, constantly preventing its recovery.

What's more critical was.

These sword intents seemed to never diminish.

No matter how many times he blocked them.

They remained unchanged.

As if eternal!

"So this is..."

"Eternal Sword Intent?"

"This is no longer just a law—it's a Dao!"

"Sword Dao!"

Tongtian took a deep breath, momentarily forgetting even his wound.

Or rather.

Compared to this spirit herb, wounds and such could be overlooked.

Only then.

Did Tongtian realize that every judgment he'd made from before until now had been wrong.

For a moment.

Tongtian couldn't help but mock himself.

Mocking his own ignorance.

He had used his shallow knowledge to speculate about such a mysterious Immortal Mountain.

"This is no Superior Grade Innate Spirit Root."

"What it contains is not some Sword Dao law, but the purest Sword Dao itself!"

"Therefore!"

"This is clearly..."

"A Top Grade Innate Spirit Root!"

Don't underestimate the single-word difference between Top Grade and Superior Grade Spirit Roots.

In reality, the gap between them

could be described as an insurmountable chasm!

One contains a law.

The other contains a Dao.

What astonished Tongtian even more was that this Spirit Root before him, seemingly unremarkable, held a Sword Intent far beyond imagination.

Let alone touching it—

just approaching its vicinity, he was already cut by its sharp Sword Intent!

What if he actually made contact?

Tongtian looked at his own palm.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It would probably be severed in an instant, wouldn't it?"

The same applied elsewhere.

Divine Abilities, spells—all the same.

Not an exaggeration in the slightest.

In other words, he, Tongtian, might...

be unable to defeat a single blade of grass?

That was absurd.

If, before this, someone had told Tongtian that he might not even be able to beat a blade of grass, he would have drawn the Greenping Sword

and cut that person down.

Wasn't that utter nonsense?

Can't beat a blade of grass?

Their head must be full of weeds!

But now, Tongtian had no choice but to accept it.

He had to admit

that facing this Spirit Grass, he truly might not be its match!

He took a deep breath.

This time, Tongtian was not struck down by discouragement.

Instead, a fighting spirit blazed in his eyes.

Because unlike the mountain—whose indestructible nature left him with no way to approach it or know how to improve—this Spirit Root was different.

It contained Sword Intent.

It could serve as proof for the path ahead!

He could even comprehend the Dao through it

and enter...

the next realm!