Mount Buzhou's Summit and the Twelve Star Beads

Yuan Tian had already been struggling every step of the way when he came within less than ten meters of Mount Buzhou's summit. After a hundred years of arduous "walking," he was finally less than ten centimeters from the peak. This truly was only a single step away. Smiling, Yuan Tian took another step—still ten centimeters—and at last set foot atop Mount Buzhou's summit.

The instant Yuan Tian reached the summit, the pressure that had weighed upon him like dozens of great mountains vanished without a trace. The smile on his face brightened further. If the pressure had continued to increase after he reached the summit—or even remained as it was—he would likely have died there. In his current state, he simply could not have endured the journey back down Mount Buzhou; death would have been waiting for him. This journey up Mount Buzhou had brought Yuan Tian several moments of joy and several brushes with "death," but his gains had been immense. Reaching the summit had pushed his cultivation another step forward, bringing him to Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Grand Perfection, the true pinnacle of immortality. To Yuan Tian now, his state of mind was brilliantly clear.

As the saying went, one did not know how vast the Primordial Wilderness was until one reached Mount Buzhou—and even after reaching Mount Buzhou, one still did not know how vast the Primordial Wilderness was. Once he truly arrived at the summit, Yuan Tian could finally confirm something: Du Fu's line, "I shall climb to the very peak and see all mountains beneath me," was utterly unfitting here. He stood atop the Primordial Wilderness's greatest mountain, yet when he looked up, down, and all around, he could not see even the slightest mountain peak. There was nothing but clouds upon clouds. He