Mount Buzhou Summit, Jagged Rocks Conceal Formation

Mid-Mountain

A burly man stood silently, arms crossed over his chest, muscles knotted and bulging. His cold gaze fixed on three faint streaks of streaming light above, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth as he muttered under his breath: "More mountain climbers... Hmph, go ahead and tremble before Father God's majesty." The moment his words fell, ripples spread through the void, and his figure vanished without a trace.

Time flowed slowly on. From the day the three entered the mountain, a full thirty-three thousand years passed before they neared the summit. As they approached, Bei Ming was the first to push Free and Unfettered Journey to its limit. He stamped down on the void, the Wind Law instantly empowering him, his form transforming into a swift wind that soared upward, reaching the top before the others.

Upon reaching the summit, there was no wondrous sight to be imagined. Before his eyes stretched an empty expanse, littered only with jagged, grotesque rocks. All around lay solemn desolation, nothing but the howling wind sweeping past, carrying the whispers of ten thousand ages.

Bei Ming tensed in alert, releasing his Spiritual Sense to carefully probe the surroundings, hoping to detect traces of the Primordial Formation. Not long after, a flash of rosy clouds appeared as Nüwa landed lightly on the summit. Her fair cheeks were faintly flushed, but her gaze remained bright as she called out: "Bei Ming, have you found anything?"

Bei Ming turned and said slowly: "Perhaps there truly is an opportunity here. But the pressure on the summit is even stronger, and this entire area is vast. Fully exploring it will likely take some time." Nüwa nodded gently and said firmly: "Then I'll search alongside you." After speaking, she turned to look at Fuxi, concern in her voice: "Older brother, how are you?"

Fuxi steadied his breathing, his breath somewhat heavy: "I'm fine. Let's split up and search, but we must be careful. There might be danger lurking here." With that, the three dispersed, each exploring the summit on their own.

Bei Ming walked slowly, his robes swaying with the wind, his Spiritual Sense spreading outward as he cautiously examined everything around him. The summit was silent, save for the mountain wind whistling past his ears, tugging at his clothes with a sharp rustle. Bei Ming made a wide circuit, finding nothing but jagged rocks. "Strange..." He looked at a particularly abrupt rock beside him: "My Spiritual Sense is being blocked?"

Bei Ming raised his hand and touched it, his fingertips brushing against the rough, icy stone surface. He thought to himself: 'These stones have stood for countless Yuanhui in the place where Pangu's pressure is thickest—how could they be ordinary?' He channeled his Magic power, slowly infusing it into the stone, working in tandem with his Spiritual Sense to probe deeper. The next instant, the stone shook violently, and a dazzling Divine Light burst forth, forcing him to squint. The surrounding rocks were also stirred, and between them, profound Light Patterns emerged, interlinking to form a bizarre and mysterious formation.

"Hm?!" Bei Ming's mind jolted. Before he could react, the formation's light blazed up, swallowing him in an instant, his aura vanishing along with him. "Bei Ming?!" Nüwa witnessed this, her heart tightening as she transformed into a streak of light and rushed over. But by the time she landed, Bei Ming was already gone, leaving only the fading formation patterns.

Fuxi hurried over as well, scanning the area: "This... Bei Ming has disappeared. Could the formation have sent him into some Secret Realm?" "I'm not sure either." Nüwa furrowed her delicate brows slightly and shook her head, a hint of unease in her voice: "This is, after all, the summit of Mount Buzhou, where danger and opportunity coexist. Let's search more carefully." "Mm." Fuxi replied in a low voice, raising his hand to make calculations with his fingers, but a shadow of dark clouds lingered over his brow.

The two siblings toiled for a long while, examining everything closely, yet still found nothing. The wind howled, carrying a dull, oppressive weight that pressed heavier on their hearts. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration struck Nüwa: "Older brother, now that only you and I and these strange rocks remain on the summit, and they have endured countless Yuanhui here, they must be extraordinary." With that, Nüwa reached out and pressed her palm against one of the rocks, slowly channeling Magic power into it, murmuring: "Relying solely on Spiritual Sense is useless. If we combine it with Magic power penetration, it might have a Miraculous Effect."

Before her words faded, the rock's surface suddenly shimmered with mysterious light. The surrounding stones trembled in unison, Light Patterns interweaving to form a formation.

The light suddenly blazed, identical to what had happened with Bei Ming moments before, swallowing Nüwa's entire figure.

"Younger sister!"

Fuxi's eyes trembled. He rushed forward, anxiously pressing his hand against the stone, frantically channeling magic power into it.

Yet the formation gave no response whatsoever; the light patterns no longer rippled.

"???"

A flicker of doubt passed through Fuxi's mind. After a moment's thought, his expression cleared:

"Could it be... that this formation here only allows one person to enter at a time?"

With this thought in mind, Fuxi took a deep breath, forcing down the anxiety in his heart.

He began to feel his way across the strange rocks atop the mountain peak, testing each one, intent on finding his own entrance.

Just then, ripples of space spread through the air.

A tall, robust figure stepped out from the void, exuding an overwhelming pressure. His eyes locked onto Fuxi:

"Hey, that Daoist. This Seat has been watching you for quite a while. What are you skulking around here feeling for?"

Fuxi's heart sank. He turned to face the man, but showed no fear on his face. Cupping his hands, he said, "This Humble One is Fuxi of Mount Qixi. May I ask what esteemed presence you are, sir?"

The big man stared at him, first letting out a cold laugh, then retorting, "Where is this place? This is Mount Buzhou! Tell me, who do you think This Seat is?"

Fuxi's heart jolted, and he sighed inwardly: 'As expected... the situation I least wanted to face has come.'

But at this moment, he absolutely could not back down. Instead, he grew even more resolute:

"You must be one of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards of the Wu Clan, I presume. Which Ancestor Wizard graces me with their presence?"

"Space Ancestor Wizard, Di Jiang."

A low voice echoed across the mountain peak.

Before the words had even faded, a fierce spatial fluctuation enveloped the area. Di Jiang's figure vanished from sight, teleporting behind Fuxi.

Fuxi's heart leaped in alarm. He spun around sharply, his sleeves fluttering as he took several steps back, his expression suddenly turning grave.

With a sweep of his hands, he summoned Fuxi's Qin. The instrument hummed in the wind, its spiritual light flickering faintly as it shielded him.

Fuxi stared at Di Jiang and said in a deep voice, "Ancestor Wizard Di Jiang, what is your intent?"

Di Jiang stood with his hands behind his back, his figure towering: "My intent? Hah... Your Daoist companion and younger sister have both entered the formation just now. Why aren't you in a hurry to follow?"

Fuxi remained on guard, his eyes fixed on Di Jiang, his fingertips lightly brushing the qin's strings, ready to strike at any moment.

Di Jiang saw through his thoughts and declared loudly, "Put away that wary look, as if I were some petty villain.

This Seat, as the head of the Ancestor Wizards, has always been open and upright, above sneaky ambushes.

If I wanted to kill you, why would I need to resort to underhanded tricks?"

His words rang out with force, accompanied by a sweeping pressure.

Di Jiang paused briefly, then looked into the distance:

"Mount Buzhou is the spine of Father God. Those who ascend the peak with reverence in their hearts will be granted rewards by Father God.

But the opportunities are limited; the Fated ones obtain them, and those who arrive first get them first.

You need not worry about them. The reason you didn't enter together is that this fate is not your fate. You must seek another formation."

Fuxi was slightly taken aback and asked, "If that's the case, won't many people come to Mount Buzhou?"