Time went unrecorded in the Primordial World; in the blink of an eye, seas had turned to mulberry fields.
Several thousand years had passed since Red Cloud and the other two began climbing Buzhou Mountain.
They did not even know how high they had climbed.
Yet compared to the entirety of Buzhou Mountain, their current position was still near its foot.
The farther up Buzhou Mountain one went, the stronger its pressure became, as though it had no limit. Red Cloud was already struggling to move.
As they climbed, they had to gather all their strength with every step just to plant their feet firmly.
Eight kalpas had now passed since heaven and earth first opened, yet Pangu's lingering pressure remained immensely powerful.
Let alone Daluo Golden Immortals—even Primordial Origin Golden Immortals would find it no easy task to climb Buzhou Mountain.
For Red Cloud vaguely sensed that, within certain limits, the strength of Pangu's pressure varied according to one's cultivation. The stronger one was, the stronger the pressure became.
Red Cloud and the other two treated this climb as cultivation, taking Pangu's pressure as an opponent to temper themselves against.
With their current cultivation, it was difficult for Red Cloud and the others to find someone evenly matched with them, let alone stronger.
Yet Buzhou Mountain's Pangu pressure accomplished exactly that, allowing Red Cloud and the others to unleash their strength without restraint as they resisted it.
The three of them continued climbing. Every step exhausted all their strength, every step was a tempering. Only after being forged a thousand times and hammered a hundred times could one wash away all dross.
Buzhou Mountain's pressure was a whetstone. Compared to before they began climbing, the auras of the three had become far more condensed.
By this time, Blood Cloud