Hongmeng Eight-Nine Profound Art

The wonders of the Hongmeng Eight-Nine Profound Art revealed themselves fully at that moment.

Ghost Chariot had thought its progress was already astonishingly swift, enough to let it show off a little before the towering peak that was Lin Tian.

Now, the divine ability Lin Tian had displayed so casually shattered Ghost Chariot's entire understanding of the world.

Its nine ghost-bird heads bobbed up and down, its whole body trembling as it stammered out a message to Lin Tian through its Spirit Awareness:

"Master, just what kind of divine ability is this?"

Although the Little Beast Emperor also trembled all over in shock, when it saw the nine-headed Ghost Chariot acting even more cowardly than itself, it could not help growing smug. It stretched out its thirty-foot beast paw and gestured twice against the ground.

It meant: look at you, acting like you've never seen the world. This is just Master's standard move!

Lin Tian's Primordial Ninefold Nether Vine swayed gently as he made a casual gesture.

He meant: this was a new cultivation art he had comprehended over thirty thousand years, named the Hongmeng Eight-Nine Profound Art!

Of course.

Lin Tian had taken a few shortcuts in putting on this little show.

After all, the Hongmeng Eight-Nine Profound Art was a divine ability derived from the Creation Jade Tablet and then evolved from it.

And the chief reason he had been able to develop the third level of the Eight-Nine Profound Art was that he possessed the one that had escaped from the Creation Jade Tablet: the Good Fortune Illusion Origin.

Without this origin, no matter how Lin Tian developed, combined, or fused things, he could never have conjured from nothing the ancestor of cultivation arts that led straight to the three thousand Great Daos-the Hongmeng Eight-Nine Profound Art!

Of course, when it was time to show off, show off he must.

Showing off once felt good; showing off nonstop felt good nonstop.

Lin Tian had always followed that principle to the bitter end.

After accepting a round of shameless flattery from Ghost Chariot and the Little Beast Emperor, Lin Tian turned his gaze toward Mount Buzhou, which thrust beyond the blue heavens like a pillar supporting the sky.

The Fierce Beasts dwelling across the tens of millions of miles beneath Mount Buzhou belonged to the Qilin Clan.

Among them, Shi Qilin, the renowned patriarch of one of the Primordial World's foremost innate clans, had led the Qilin Clan in staking out a territory spanning tens of millions of miles.

After all.

Mount Buzhou was the finest treasure land in the Primordial Land, richest in spiritual energy and spirit treasures.

And at present, Lin Tian had no desire to come into any conflict with the Qilin Clan.

As for mounts, he had not only the Little Beast Emperor, with its formidable bloodline, but also the nine-headed Ghost Chariot, a Fierce Beast of the Primordial World whose bloodline was equally heaven-defying!

As for spirit treasures and supreme treasures of every kind, Lin Tian could simply search for them on Mount Buzhou. After all, the spirit treasures it held rivaled those on the Treasure-Splitting Cliff in Daoist Hongjun's possession in later ages!

So long as one could withstand Mount Buzhou's pressure, which could crush all things, both spirit treasures and origins could be found upon the mountain.

Thus, Lin Tian had no need whatsoever to become deeply entangled in karma with the Qilin Clan dwelling around the foot of Mount Buzhou.

It was precisely with that thought in mind.

That Lin Tian had used the divine ability of the Hongmeng Eight-Nine Profound Art to bypass the Qilin Clan's main camp and arrive directly at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

At that moment.

Ghost Chariot stretched out its nine ghost-bird heads and looked toward the other side of Mount Buzhou.

On the other side of Mount Buzhou lay the Qilin Clan's dwelling place. Banks of auspicious clouds rose above it, while auspicious lights in seven different colors shimmered and shifted overhead.

Ghost Chariot could not help sending a message through its Spirit Awareness to Lin Tian and the Little Beast Emperor:

"Truly worthy of the Qilin Clan, an extraordinary innate race dwelling beneath Mount Buzhou! The aura and grandeur they display are enough to win anyone's admiration!"

The Little Beast Emperor stretched out its thirty-foot beast paw and gestured twice.

It meant: are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born to their stations?

The Little Beast Emperor had always despised those Primordial World Creatures who, despite sharing the same origins and abilities, still insisted on ranking others by seniority and dividing them into the noble and the lowly.

After all, from the moment the Little Beast Emperor met Lin Tian and Lin Tian named it Beast Emperor, it had regarded itself as a mighty figure in the Primordial Land, beneath one vine and above all things.

So when it heard Ghost Chariot fawning over the Qilin Clan like a lackey, it immediately expressed its disdain.

Naturally, Lin Tian paid no heed to the Little Beast Emperor's and Ghost Chariot's utterly different attitudes.

He swayed his Nine Nether Vine and made a gesture.

It meant: up the mountain.

Then he began climbing Mount Buzhou.

Lin Tian rode neither the Little Beast Emperor nor Ghost Chariot.

Instead, one vine, one beast, and one bird went up in single file.

The moment Lin Tian, the Little Beast Emperor, and Ghost Chariot set foot within Mount Buzhou's bounds.

An immensely powerful pressure instantly descended upon the vine, the beast, and the bird.

In that instant.

The weight bearing down on them became so crushingly heavy that all three abruptly halted in their tracks!

Lin Tian had long heard how ferocious the pressure on Mount Buzhou was. Only after experiencing it firsthand did he feel its staggering force, entirely unlike the pressure of his own Innate Sea-Covering Formation!

At the same time.

Lin Tian secretly rejoiced.

Mount Buzhou's pressure was a natural tool for tempering the flesh, one that the Primordial World Creatures could only dream of obtaining!

Although Lin Tian had yet to assume a transformed form, he would never let this opportunity to strengthen his body slip away.

With immense effort, he moved the pair of legs formed from his Nine Nether Vine and began climbing Mount Buzhou, advancing slowly beneath the weight, one solid step at a time!

"Little Beast Emperor, Ghost Chariot, the pressure here is immensely powerful and has an exceptionally pronounced effect on tempering bodily strength. Don't stop without good reason!"

As Lin Tian sent this message through his Spirit Awareness to the Little Beast Emperor and Ghost Chariot behind him, he continued climbing without pausing for even a step beneath Mount Buzhou's terrifying force, as though heaven and earth were pressing down upon him.

Hearing Lin Tian's words, the Little Beast Emperor and Ghost Chariot behind him felt their blood surge with excitement!

How could they not know that this was a tremendous opportunity, a magnificent stroke of fortune!

Without another word, the beast and the bird huffed and puffed as they followed Lin Tian, heads down, up Mount Buzhou.

Slowly, the three figures disappeared into Mount Buzhou.

They let Mount Buzhou's vast pressure, as though the universe itself bore down upon them, shrouding their bloodlines, limbs, and every part of their bodies with a force fierce enough to shatter bones and sinews. Yet the vine, the beast, and the bird pressed resolutely onward without the slightest pause!

In the flick of a finger.

The vine, the beast, and the bird had already spent thousands of years climbing.

On this journey, they had climbed less than two-tenths of Mount Buzhou.

Yet the Pan Gu's Pressure they endured was already extraordinary!

At merely two-tenths of Mount Buzhou's height, the pressure here could already crush a powerhouse of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm!

The Little Beast Emperor's bloodline was immensely powerful. Although its steps grew slower the farther it went, it still managed to persevere all the way.

And Lin Tian's race had already evolved into the Primordial Ninefold Nether Vine. Relying on the toughness and strength of his Nine Nether Vine, he still showed no sign of faltering as he climbed to two-tenths of Mount Buzhou's height.

The most wondrous change, however, occurred in Ghost Chariot!