Fellow Daoist Travel Together, Pay a Visit to Mount Buzhou

Upon hearing this, a trace of approval flickered in Nüwa's eyes, and she said with a soft smile:

"I think that's good too. Fighting and killing, scheming and plotting—what joy is there in that?"

Nüwa's words were not mere pleasantries but came from the heart.

Just as later, when Hongjun accepted disciples and bestowed treasures, he once said: Nüwa does not delight in conflict.

Even after becoming a saint, Nüwa rarely involved herself in the affairs of the Primordial Wilderness;

mending the heavens was a public duty, a task assigned by the Heavenly Dao;

sending Fuxi to reincarnate among the human race was a private matter;

and then there was the time of the Investiture of the Gods, when she targeted Yin Shang.

As for the reason—who could blame her, when King Zhou, that old lecher, had the audacity to write a blasphemous poem in Nüwa Temple?

If she, a saint, did not act, then any petty thief would dare to run wild on a saint's head.

At this moment, though Nüwa's words were meant to comfort Fuxi, hearing them only deepened the knot in his heart.

Once he chose to follow Di Jun and the others into the struggle for supremacy in the Primordial Wilderness, his younger sister Nüwa would likely find it hard to stay out of it.

On Mount Qixi, mist curled gently, and the mountain breeze brushed softly.

Beiming raised his eyes to the distant sky, weighed the matter for a moment, then revealed a faint smile and spoke:

"Two Fellow Daoists, since you are both quite concerned about the situation in the Primordial Wilderness, why not travel with me and see for yourselves?

Rather than listening to hearsay, it's better to witness the Wu Clan and the Ten Thousand Clans of the Primordial Wilderness with your own eyes."

"That works too." A glimmer of brightness flashed in Nüwa's eyes as she smiled:

"I haven't left the mountain in a long time, so this time I'll gladly accompany Fellow Daoist Beiming. Elder brother, what do you think?"

Fuxi pondered for a moment, raised his hand to stroke his beard, his gaze shifting between his younger sister and Beiming, and finally nodded:

"Since the Fellow Daoist invites us, it would be impolite to refuse."

The two siblings were always straightforward and never dragged things out.

They immediately set up layers of defensive formations at their Daoist arena, light flowing and formation patterns emerging.

Once everything was in order, they set off together with Beiming.

Along the way, Nüwa asked softly, "Fellow Daoist, where are we headed for this journey?"

Beiming countered, "Where do you two siblings usually go?"

Nüwa tilted her head slightly, her hair drifting in the breeze, and replied:

"Taking Mount Qixi as the center, we extend outward in various directions, but generally we don't stray too far."

Beiming suggested, "In that case, how about we take a trip to Mount Buzhou?"

"Great!" Nüwa's eyes lit up:

"The legendary first divine mountain of the Primordial Wilderness—I've long wanted to see its true form. But before, elder brother wouldn't allow it."

"Oh?" Beiming turned his head, quite surprised, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, why is that?"

Fuxi's expression turned solemn as he explained, "Mount Buzhou is filled with Pangu's oppressive aura, which has a certain suppressive effect on cultivators like us;

moreover, it's the territory of the Wu Clan. If we clash with them, fighting there would put us at a disadvantage."

Beiming's expression was calm as he pointed a finger toward the sky: "Born into the Primordial Wilderness, yet never paying homage to Mount Buzhou—wouldn't that be a pity?

Mount Buzhou is vast and boundless; the oppressive aura exists, but it affects the Wu Clan just the same.

The Wu Clan might enter the mountain for training, but they won't necessarily establish tribes on it.

If we go to pay our respects with a heart that reveres the Great God Pangu, as long as we commit no blasphemy, they won't act rashly."

At this point, Beiming shifted his tone, his gaze profound:

"Besides, with the three of us joining forces, even if we encounter an Ancestor Wizard, we can retreat unscathed and come and go as we please."

Hearing this, Nüwa nodded slightly, looked at her elder brother, and said softly:

"Fellow Daoist Beiming makes a good point. Elder brother, what do you think?"

Fuxi looked at the two of them, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, but in the end, he smiled:

"The minority yields to the majority. Truth be told, I also want to see Mount Buzhou with my own eyes."

Once the three had agreed, they all used the dodge technique, streaks of escape light cutting through the sky as they sped toward Mount Buzhou.

Three Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals traveling together naturally exuded an imposing pressure;

petty thieves along the way, seeing them from afar, were terrified out of their wits and would never be foolish enough to offer up their faces for a slap.

On the long journey from Mount Qixi to Mount Buzhou, spiritual mist swirled and divine light flickered;

the road was calm and uneventful, but the three carried Great Luck and encountered no small number of opportunities.

As the saying goes, even brothers must settle accounts clearly. For the Primordial Formations they found, the three worked together to break them, achieving great efficiency.

If there were spiritual treasures or spiritual roots within the formations, they followed the agreement: "Whoever senses it, claims it."

Whoever first perceives the fate, finds the great formation, and breaks it shall claim the opportunity as their own.

As for the fruits borne by the spiritual roots, such renewable things are hardly rare;

the three of them paid them no mind, instead offering them all up to snack on along the way.

Amid the sky light and cloud shadows, laughter and chatter rang out without end.

A journey shared is the best way to deepen bonds.

As time passed, the formality in their addresses gradually faded, and they no longer deliberately added the word "Dao-friend," becoming more intimate and easygoing.

"Ahead lies Mount Buzhou." Fuxi stopped to gaze into the distance:

"Even though there's still quite a distance, I can already feel that ancient, vast pressure.

Moreover, the foot of the mountain and the surrounding ranges are dotted with many Wu Clan tribes. Bei Ming, are we going straight into the mountain?"

Bei Ming stood with his hands behind his back, a slight smile curling at his lips: "Naturally, we go straight in.

Unless we happen to run into an Ancestor Wizard on patrol, as long as we conceal ourselves carefully, those Great Wizards are far from being able to detect us."

Nüwa, with a hint of eagerness, her robes fluttering lightly in the wind, spoke in a clear voice:

"Let's not delay; let's enter the mountain quickly."

"Let's go!" Bei Ming answered heartily, his form trembling as he executed the Free and Unfettered Journey, transforming into a streak of light and taking to the air first.

Nüwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance, then followed close behind.

Three beams of light streaked across the sky, smoothly passing over the Wu Clan tribes and heading straight for the main peak of Mount Buzhou.

The moment they stepped into the main peak's domain, the ancient and majestic aura of heaven and earth rushed toward them;

the lingering pressure of Pangu weighed down on the three of them.

This oppression was not enough to force them to kneel, but it noticeably limited the speed of their flight techniques.

Along the way, what they saw were mostly steep cliffs and jagged precipices, with clouds and mist swirling around, a scene of desolate solemnity.

On the main peak itself, it could be said that not a blade of grass grew.

After all, this was an environment that could suppress even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, making it nearly impossible for any spiritual roots or spiritual plants to survive.

"Haah..." Nüwa raised her jade hand and gently wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead:

"Once inside the mountain, looking up, I can't see the summit. Bei Ming, how long do you think it will take us to reach the top?"

Bei Ming paused mid-step, looking somewhat helpless: "This is my first time here, so I have no idea either."

With that, he turned his gaze to Fuxi beside him, "Fuxi, can you calculate it?"

Fuxi shook his head, a hint of resolve flashing in his eyes: "I cannot calculate it!

This divine mountain is tied to Pangu's great power; how could I casually divine it?

In my view, let's just charge upward!"

At this moment, Fuxi shed his usual gentle and refined scholarly air, revealing instead a trace of steadfastness and sharpness.

The three of them, their hearts connected, hesitated no longer. Their forms flickered in succession as they continued their ascent toward the mountain peak.

As the altitude increased, the pressure of Pangu enveloping them grew ever stronger.