nyslfriends Chapter 5 Climbing Mount Buzhou
Chapter 5 Climbing Mount Buzhou
For the first hundred miles, they could still move steadily forward. But as the altitude gradually increased, the pressure from Pangu did not increase linearly, but rather intensified layer by layer, becoming increasingly terrifying.
Later on, with each step upward, I felt the invisible burden on my shoulders grow heavier.
The air was as thick as mercury, making breathing extremely difficult and requiring tremendous effort to complete a single breath.
The surroundings were completely silent, except for the sound of his own heartbeat, the sound of his blood flowing, and the faint "creaking" of his bones as they could no longer bear the weight. Under the immense pressure, these sounds were amplified and became exceptionally clear.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but they were instantly crushed and evaporated by the heavy pressure.
The blue Taoist robe clung tightly to his body, outlining the taut lines of his muscles.
He was no longer merely walking; it was as if he were carrying the entire blue sky on his back, going against the current.
I don't know how long I've been gone, maybe months, maybe years.
In this environment where oppressive power is everywhere, the concept of time becomes blurred.
Wanshou Yuanjun was already drenched in sweat, but his eyes remained bright, even becoming sharper.
He could feel his body being squeezed out of its hidden potential little by little under this extreme pressure. His flesh and blood became denser, his bones gleamed with a faint jade-like luster, and his meridians widened slightly under each impact, becoming more resilient.
He even began to try to sense the extremely faint traces of the "power" law of the Great God Pangu contained in this omnipresent pressure.
It was not a specific inheritance of skills, but a state of mind imprinted between heaven and earth, imprinted on these rocks, a supreme will that was indomitable, opened up chaos, and stood tall between heaven and earth.
Occasionally, he would encounter other creatures that came to Buzhou Mountain to search for treasures or to gain experience.
Some, harnessing magical artifacts, struggled to ascend, their light gleaming.
Some, like him, chose to walk, but most of them radiated a precious light, clearly indicating that they had used magic or protective artifacts to resist the pressure.
When they saw that the Longevity Goddess could walk entirely on her physical body and at a speed not much slower than theirs, they all showed expressions of shock and disbelief.
A cultivator at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, wielding an ancient bronze shield, struggled to withstand the oppressive force. Seeing the Myriad Longevity Lord descend step by step from below, her aura steady, though weary, her eyes sharp, he couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment:
"Fellow Daoist...you...you actually walk entirely on your physical body? This...this Pangu's oppressive power is no joke!"
Wanshou Yuanjun merely glanced at him indifferently, without lingering, and continued walking upwards step by step, leaving behind a figure as upright as a pine tree under immense pressure.
The cultivator watched his receding figure, then looked at his own shield magic weapon, which was humming and trembling under the pressure. His face was filled with doubt and uncertainty, which eventually turned into a bitter smile and deep fear.
The higher you go, the fewer living beings there are.
Those who can reach this level are all outstanding individuals in the primordial world, at least among the strongest Taiyi Golden Immortals.
Without exception, they all needed external objects or magical powers to barely survive.
There is absolutely no one like Wanshou Yuanjun who relies solely on the physical body.
The pressure is mounting.
Wanshou Yuanjun felt as if her internal organs were groaning, as if they were about to be squeezed into a ball.
Blood flow becomes extremely slow, and each heartbeat requires tremendous force.
Tiny beads of blood even began to seep from his skin, a sign that capillaries were rupturing under extreme pressure. But he did not stop walking.
His will was directly confronting the physical pain and the extreme pressure from the environment.
His mind was completely absorbed in it, forgetting time and purpose, leaving only the instinct to "go up" and "persevere," and the subtle awareness of every change in his body.
Just as he felt he was about to reach the limit of his current physical body and was considering whether to use a little bit of magic power to alleviate it, a sudden change occurred!
Not far ahead, on a steep mountain wall, the originally calm and dense Pangu pressure suddenly fluctuated violently, as if it had been drawn together by some force.
It transformed into an invisible and intangible, yet heavy enough to crush the bodies of ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortals, sweeping towards Wanshou Yuanjun like an undercurrent!
This was not a deliberate attack, but rather a "pressure tide" naturally formed by the pressure of Buzhou Mountain itself under certain special terrain or qi pull!
Danger!
The pupils of the Longevity Goddess suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of crisis instantly swept over her entire body!
If he were to use his magic to resist now, all his previous efforts would be wasted, and the tempering effect would be greatly reduced. If he were to withstand it head-on… given his current state, he would most likely suffer severe injuries!
In a split second, he made his decision!
"roar!"
A deep, muffled roar burst from his throat. It was not a magic spell, but a natural sound produced by the compression of air when the physical strength was pushed to its limit!
His muscles bulged instantly, veins stood out like dragons and snakes, and the powerful Wood essence in his body circulated wildly at an unprecedented speed. It was not released outward, but rather fully contained inward, strengthening every inch of flesh and every bone!
He stomped his feet hard on the solid rock beneath his feet, leaned his body slightly forward, and assumed a basic, firmly rooted posture, determined to use his forged body to meet the sudden surge of oppressive force!
"boom--!"
An invisible collision erupted!
Wanshou Yuanjun felt as if she had been struck head-on by a primordial star!
Suddenly everything went black, his ears rang, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat. He almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it back down.
His bones creaked and groaned, as if they were about to fall apart at any moment.
The skin surface instantly cracked open with countless tiny wounds, and the blood that had just seeped out was forced back into the body.
But he held on! He wasn't broken, he wasn't crushed!
His feet were like the roots of an old tree, firmly embedded in the mountain rocks. His body swayed violently, but he did not retreat even a single step!
The terrifying pressure lasted for about ten breaths before slowly subsiding.
After the tide receded, Wanshou Yuanjun remained in that same posture, motionless.
He was covered in blood, looked extremely miserable, and his breathing became somewhat disordered.
But if you look closely, you'll find that his body, which has been baptized by the tides, is covered in scars, but deep down it exudes an aura that is purer, more refined, and more resilient!
Destruction precedes construction!
Under that extreme impact, his physical potential was once again forced out, resulting in a small leap forward!
The fractured bones began to heal under the nourishment of the Wood element, becoming even harder.
The broken meridians reconnected and became wider;
The density of flesh and blood has also increased significantly.
He slowly straightened up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and instead of fear, his eyes flashed with fervor and understanding.
"So that's how it is... This oppressive tide, though a calamity, is also an opportunity! It can even unleash potential!"
Without further hesitation, he continued upwards.
On his journey thereafter, he encountered several more oppressive tides, some large and some small. Each time, he chose to withstand them head-on, and each time he was covered in wounds. However, after each recovery, his physical strength was significantly enhanced.
His ability to adapt to the pressure of Pangu is also getting stronger and stronger.
Later on, he even began to actively seek out special areas with dense pressure or those that might generate tides, and proactively went to them to be tempered.
His physical body became incredibly strong at an astonishing rate during this almost self-destructive training.
Her skin had a warm, jade-like luster with a hint of blue-gold, and every gesture she made contained explosive power.
He even felt that his physical body, in terms of strength alone, was already no less than that of some cultivators at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm!
All of this is thanks to Buzhou Mountain and the selfless "hammering" of Pangu's oppressive power!
Thus, with pure physical strength, he resisted the lingering power of Pangu that permeated the heavens and earth, taking one step at a time, embarking on this long, arduous, yet highly rewarding arduous cultivation and ascent towards the towering Buzhou Mountain.
The mountain road ahead continued to wind its way upwards, disappearing into the clouds. Every step was a test, and every step was a form of spiritual practice.
His goal was not just to reach the summit, but also to achieve the sublimation of his physical body to the extreme, and to gain a glimpse of the power that created the world.