"What terrifying pressure!"
The moment Zhao Gongming jumped into the Witch Race Blood Pool, he felt an overwhelming pressure crash down on him, leaving even him clicking his tongue in amazement.
Pangu Blood was absurdly heavy. A single drop weighed trillions upon trillions of tons—one drop was like an ancient divine mountain.
From every direction, endless Pangu Blood pressed in on him. An ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal likely wouldn't be able to withstand it.
And as he swam deeper toward the bottom of the Witch Race Blood Pool, the pressure became ever more terrifying!
One thousand zhang!
One hundred thousand zhang!
One million zhang!
"I've arrived!"
Zhao Gongming stopped. This was already the bottom of the Witch Race Blood Pool, and the pressure from the Pangu Blood had long surpassed the limits of imagination.
Even his physical body creaked and groaned, as though it were about to collapse beneath the burden.
Yet his gaze was fixed directly ahead.
There was, astonishingly, a restriction there. It stood right before him in plain sight, so obvious that Zhao Gongming felt momentarily dazed, as though it weren't real.
After all, restrictions in the Primordial World concealed Heavenly Secrets. How could there be such a conspicuous restriction? If it had been out in the open, other living cultivators would've discovered and broken it long ago. Only here—where the Witch Race had no Primordial Spirits, and outsiders couldn't enter Pangu Temple—could such an obvious restriction remain untouched.
But now, that delicate balance had been shattered with the arrival of him, someone who possessed Pangu Bloodline.
With that thought, Zhao Gongming immediately stepped forward and began breaking the restriction. Before long, countless insights surged into his mind.
``` [You broke the restriction of Pangu's Right Ventricle and gained some insight. Your Formation Dao has improved.