Primordial Era: Reborn as Zhen Yuanzi, taking control of the underground passage

The Longevity Goddess (whose Daoist name is the incarnation of the Ginseng Fruit Tree) left the territory of Longevity Mountain. Her blue Daoist robe fluttered without wind, and her figure transformed into a fleeting and swift blue stream of light.

It was the innate escape technique driven by the essence of Yi wood that had a clear destination, pointing directly to the mysterious center of the primordial continent—Mount Buzhou.

According to the fragments of Zhen Yuanzi's memories, Mount Buzhou, which was formed from the spine of the great god Pangu, was not only a pillar supporting the heavens and the earth, but also a place where endless creation gathered at the beginning of the primordial world, containing countless opportunities.

Whether it's the innate spiritual root that was just beginning to awaken from ignorance, the innate spiritual treasure that contains hidden mysteries, or even some of the great Dao insights left over from when Pangu created the world, they may all be scattered in this mountain.

There is also a vague sense that the first primordial being to successfully ascend Mount Buzhou on its own might trigger some kind of destiny, receiving an extra gift from Pangu or the Great Dao itself.

Such temptations are of paramount importance to Zhen Yuanzi and his clone, who urgently need to enhance their strength and plan for the future.

The vast and boundless primordial land is crisscrossed by mountains and rivers for hundreds of millions of miles. Although the innate spiritual energy permeating it is rich, it also brings invisible resistance. Furthermore, the chaotic and incompletely quelled primordial energy, which has existed since the beginning of time, occasionally rages.

Although the Lord of Longevity, with the cultivation of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, was already extremely fast in controlling the escape light, she still felt as if she had traveled for countless years in this vast and boundless primordial world.

The sun, moon, and stars revolve overhead, while the landscape below transforms from lush mountains and forests to barren deserts, and then to vast swamps and abysses, stretching endlessly.

He was single-minded, constantly adjusting his direction, sensing the increasingly clear and powerful call originating from the depths of the earth's veins—the unique, majestic, and profound aura of Mount Buzhou.

Finally, after flying for an unknown amount of time, a scene appeared on the distant horizon that would shock any primordial creature.

A majestic and enormous sacred mountain, whose grandeur and size cannot be described in words, stands between heaven and earth.

Its mountain has a mysterious bluish-black color, ancient and desolate, with steep and precipitous peaks that pierce the clouds, as if it really supports the entire sky.

The mountain was surrounded by rich innate spiritual energy and lingering chaotic air currents, forming countless dazzling aurora-like clouds, or dragons and snakes coiling around it.

A vast, majestic, and awe-inspiring aura, even from a great distance, was palpable.

This is Mount Buzhou, the primordial pillar of heaven formed from the spine of Pangu!

Even though countless years have passed since Pangu created the world, and all things have come and gone, the oppressive aura of Pangu left on this sacred mountain seems to have existed since time immemorial, without ever weakening.

It was an unparalleled majesty originating from the creator, the Creator, an ultimate manifestation of power, vast and magnificent, terrifying, earth-shaking, making the surrounding space seem to present a stagnant and heavy texture.

Ordinary birds cannot fly over it, and those with slightly weaker cultivation levels probably cannot even get close before their souls are crushed and their bodies destroyed by that invisible pressure.

Wanshou Yuanjun was also deeply moved, her eyes revealing utmost solemnity and heartfelt admiration.

He slowly reduced the speed of his escape light. The closer he got, the clearer and heavier the pressure became, pressing in from all directions like solid seawater.

The protective azure light surrounding him caused it to ripple slightly, and the speed at which he circulated his magical power unconsciously slowed down.

"Pangu, the great god, truly deserves to be called the creator of heaven and earth! Even after such a long time since his death, the mountain formed from his spine still possesses such a powerful and majestic aura. It is truly awe-inspiring!"

The Goddess of Longevity sighed softly, her voice filled with awe for that supreme power.

He rode the light of his escape and finally landed at the foot of the vast Buzhou Mountain.

Looking up, the mountain rises straight into the azure sky, and the summit is nowhere to be seen. Only the clouds and mist swirl around the mountainside, with rays of light shining everywhere.

Upon arriving at this place, the oppressive power of Pangu had reached its peak, and the air seemed to become viscous, with each breath carrying a heavy pressure.

The magical barrier around him, which operated automatically, emitted a faint hum, constantly counteracting the omnipresent and terrifying power.

Wanshou Yuanjun took a short breath to adjust her breathing and adapt to the environment at the foot of the mountain.

Immediately, he made a decision—with a thought, the layer of bluish-green protective magic power around his body receded like the tide, actively dissipating and completely receding into his body.

In an instant, the vast and boundless pressure of Pangu, which had been blocked by magical power, was directly applied to his physical body without reservation!

"Buzz!"

It felt as if an invisible mountain had suddenly pressed down on his shoulders, or as if the weight of the entire primordial land had converged upon him.

The body of the Longevity Lord sank slightly, and extremely faint cracking sounds came from the joints of his bones—a natural reaction of the body under immense pressure.

He took a deep breath, and the breath felt particularly heavy, as if it were made of rocks.

He took his first step, his feet firmly planted on the solid rock of Buzhou Mountain, which was harder than divine iron and contained a faint aura of Pangu.

The footsteps landed with a dull thud.

It wasn't that the rocks were loose, but rather that his body was trembling as it resisted this oppressive force.

He did not use any more magical power, but relied solely on his Dao body, which was transformed from the innate spiritual root ginseng fruit tree, to withstand the immense pressure originating from Pangu.

In fact, Wanshou Yuanjun's choice to climb on foot and dissipate her magical power was not merely to show reverence or to invite hardship upon herself.

There is a deeper purpose behind this, which is also the precious knowledge from the memories of the original Zhen Yuanzi—to use the omnipresent pressure of Pangu on Buzhou Mountain to temper and refine his physical body!

In the primordial world, there are countless paths to cultivation, but no matter what path one takes, a strong physical body is always the foundation, a precious vessel that carries magical power and nourishes the primordial spirit.

For Zhen Yuanzi, who aspires to wield power over the land, the connection between his physical body and the earth is of paramount importance.

Although the ginseng fruit tree is an innate spiritual root with abundant vitality, it is not known for its sturdiness in terms of pure physical strength.

Pangu, the great god, proved the Dao through force. His physical strength was unparalleled in the chaos, and no one could match it.

Even though he has transformed into all things, the residual pressure of Mount Buzhou, which is formed from his spine, is still the world's top-tier invisible furnace for body refinement.

Every step they took was a hundred times more difficult than in ordinary terrain.

The oppressive force in the air seemed to materialize into heavy water, pressing down not only from above but also from all directions, attempting to hinder all his actions.

The skin could clearly feel the pressure, like a dull knife scraping across it. The flesh trembled slightly under this pressure, the bones underwent continuous tempering, and even the magical power circulating in the meridians seemed to be squeezed more solidly by this pressure.

Wanshou Yuanjun adjusted her breathing, her steps slow but firm.

He carefully felt the pressure changes that every inch of his body was experiencing, feeling the oppressive force seeping in everywhere, directly colliding and merging with his cells, his bones, and his very essence.

The process was arduous, even painful, but he could clearly sense that under this extreme pressure, his body was undergoing an extremely subtle yet continuous transformation.

The originally gentle and abundant life force of the Wood element, under the tempering of the oppressive force, became more resilient and more deeply integrated into his flesh and blood, causing his Dao body to evolve towards a more solid and powerful direction based on its infinite vitality.