Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

Buzhou Mountain, the main peak.

As soon as you step into the area of ​​the main peak, the ancient and majestic aura of heaven and earth rushes towards you like a tsunami.

That was the pillar of heaven transformed from Pangu's spine, the backbone of the primordial world.

The air was no longer filled with pure spiritual energy, but rather with the turbid and malevolent energy from the creation of the world, so heavy it seemed capable of crushing one's soul.

"Buzz—"

Invisible chains of law descended instantly.

The three of them felt a tightness all over their bodies, and the flow of their magical power, which was originally as easy as their own arms, became sluggish and obscure, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

The void above their heads seemed to freeze, and their flying abilities were directly suppressed by this tyrannical will of heaven and earth.

This is not a simple suppression of gravity, but a comprehensive confinement of the physical body, primordial spirit, magical power, and even the Great Dao.

In this environment where even a Great Immortal would bow down, all things have vanished, not a blade of grass grows, only jagged rocks appear and disappear in the hazy mist, exuding a desolate and lifeless atmosphere.

This is the real Buzhou Mountain.

During the period when Pangu's power was at its peak, not to mention the Great Luo Immortals, even the Primordial Golden Immortals would find it difficult to stand here. Only a saint who had attained the Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal realm could withstand it.

Although time has passed and the oppressive aura has dissipated somewhat, this place remains the most dangerous forbidden zone in the world.

"Hoo..." Nuwa gently raised her jade hand to wipe away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and said softly, "Fellow Daoist Ming, how long do you think it will take us to reach the summit?"

Ming paused, feeling the terrifying force pressing in from all directions, and shook his head with a hint of helplessness: "This is my first time here, and I'm really not confident."

Having said that, he turned his gaze to Fuxi beside him: "Fuxi, can you cast a divination?"

Fuxi gave a bitter smile, a resolute glint in his eyes: "I can't calculate it! This sacred mountain is connected to the supreme power of the Great God Pangu. The karmic consequences are so vast that how could my meager cultivation possibly glimpse them?"

He looked up at the seemingly endless mountain peak, filled with emotion: "Back then, my sister and I had just taken human form, just as the three races were undergoing a great calamity. We fled to this place to escape the massacre. At that time, I had imagined the scenery at the top of the mountain countless times, but unfortunately, my strength was insufficient, and I could only stop at the mountainside, leaving behind endless regrets."

"In that case, this trip will be a perfect opportunity to make up for the regrets of that year."

The three exchanged a glance, adjusted their breathing, and continued their climb together.

In the initial stage, the pressure from Pangu was still within a tolerable range, and the three were still able to chat and laugh.

However, as the altitude increases, the majesty emanating from the Father God grows exponentially.

The three of them gradually went from strolling leisurely to walking with great difficulty. With each step, the rocks beneath their feet would crack and show spiderweb-like patterns.

As you ascend and get closer to the summit, the turbid and malevolent energy gradually dissipates, replaced by pure and ethereal energy.

Meanwhile, somewhere on the mountainside.

A burly man stood silently, his arms crossed over his chest, his muscles bulging like coiled dragons and snakes, exuding a chilling and menacing aura.

He coldly stared at the three faint streaks of light in the sky, a disdainful smile curving his lips as he muttered under his breath, "Another foolish creature has come to climb the mountain... Hmph, let them tremble before the might of Father God."

As soon as he finished speaking, ripples spread through the void, and his figure vanished into thin air as if he had never existed.

Time flows on and on, and the primordial world remains unchanged.

Three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye since the three entered the mountain. Yet, looking up, the peak that pierces the chaos is still about one-tenth of the way away.

The higher you go online, the stronger Pangu's pressure becomes.

At this moment, Fuxi and Nuwa had unleashed their full power to resist Pangu's oppressive aura.

However, both of them were at the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, which was a small realm lower than Kunpeng.

Therefore, it has gradually fallen behind Kunpeng in terms of speed.

This final tenth of the journey is no longer a simple battle of strength, but a purgatory of consciousness that points directly to one's true self.

The mountain slopes abruptly change, the jagged rocks disappear, replaced by a void that seems to freeze the soul.

With each step he took, countless roars and fragments of will from the time of Pangu's creation of the world would explode in his mind—a madness powerful enough to shatter the Dao heart of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Fuxi and Nuwa turned pale and slowed their pace, struggling to withstand the terrifying pressure that was enough to reshape their souls, thanks to the protective light of their divine bodies.

Only the Kunpeng had a clear and empty gaze.

He transformed his physical body into chaos, ignoring the fierce winds that were powerful enough to tear apart the primordial spirit, leaving a bloody mark with every step, forcefully breaking through this final obstacle.

In the sixth millennium, time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Kunpeng took the final step with a sudden burst of energy, feeling a solid and warm sensation beneath its feet.

In an instant, all the oppressive aura receded like a tide, replaced by a vast and boundless aura that seemed to encompass the heavens and the earth.

He arrived.

Amidst the churning sea of ​​clouds, an ancient and desolate altar stood silently. On the altar, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, the space around him slightly distorted, as if he himself were the embodiment of space.

The man slowly turned around, his face blurred, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable, radiating an aura of nobility that could eclipse the heavens and earth.

"Damn it!" Kunpeng cursed inwardly. He had just met the person he least wanted to meet.

Dijiang stood with his hands behind his back, his figure majestic: "Kunpeng, I didn't expect you to be the first to reach the summit."

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Dijiang!" Kunpeng took a few steps back, very wary.

Although he had no real enmity with the Witch Clan, he had indeed tricked the Twelve Ancestral Witches before.

If he had a certain background, why didn't he pretend? Now he could directly use an alias to face Dijiang.

Dijiang saw through his thoughts and said loudly, "Put away that guarded look."

"As the head of the Ancestral Witches, I have always been upright and honorable, and disdain resorting to underhanded attacks."

"Although you're not exactly a good person, you even tricked the Twelve Ancestral Witches once."

"But this place is Mount Buzhou, formed from the spine of the Father God, the supreme support of heaven and earth, therefore I disdain to attack you."

Dijiang paused slightly, looked Kunpeng up and down, and clicked his tongue, saying, "Mount Buzhou is the backbone of the Father God. Those who climb to the summit with reverence will be rewarded by the Father God."

"However, opportunities are limited; those who are destined will receive it, and those who arrive first will get it."

"It's obvious you're not the one destined for this; even if you come here, there's no chance for you to be connected."

When the Twelve Ancestral Witches first climbed to the top of Mount Buzhou, they obtained the formation method of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. Later, the Three Pure Ones came to Mount Buzhou and obtained the Twenty-Four Grade Creation Lotus. The Heavenly Dao was jealous and sent down heavenly punishment. Coincidentally, the Three Pure Ones happened to pass by and divided the Twenty-Four Grade Creation Lotus into three, and from then on, the saying "the three religions are one family" came about.

Those who are sincere will almost always receive some opportunity they need after climbing Buzhou Mountain.