Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Huang Long, who had just emerged from the space tunnel, was still dizzy from the spinning around. The dark tunnel behind him had not yet closed, and before Huang Long could see his surroundings clearly, he was suddenly enveloped by a terrifying pressure.

He was slammed to the ground by the immense pressure, his handsome face giving the hard earth a friendly greeting as he fell face-first into the mud.

"ah......!"

Huang Long instinctively cried out in pain, his voice trembling slightly under the terrifying pressure.

"Where...where have I ended up?"

He struggled for a long time, using all his strength, before slowly adapting to the heavy pressure and standing up amidst the grinding sounds of his bones.

Huang Long slowly lifted his foot and walked step by step under this oppressive aura.

This seemingly insignificant action was now moving as slowly as a human without any cultivation carrying a giant beast, each step accompanied by a rapid depletion of physical and magical strength.

Time seems to lose its meaning here; it may be a moment, or it may be thousands of years.

Huanglong's entire being was slowly adapting to the omnipresent pressure.

Gradually, the overwhelming pressure that was almost crushing his body and spirit seemed to lessen slightly—not because the pressure had weakened, but because his body was slowly adapting to this extreme pressure.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he was now able to jog under this terrifying pressure. Although his speed was far inferior to flying, it was still a huge improvement.

Later on, he was even able to fly short distances on clouds.

What was once a thought that could instantly transport one tens of thousands of miles through the clouds now felt like carrying a towering mountain on one's back, barely a few feet off the ground, moving as slowly as an ant crawling, yet consuming an astonishing amount of energy.

The immense pressure and the towering mountains that stretched into the azure sky beyond sight—all of this was enough to confirm Huanglong's suspicions.

"Our ancestor really didn't stray from the right path; he went straight to Buzhou Mountain!"

He was panting, his voice carrying a hint of excitement and relief after confirming the news, "Thank goodness I didn't make it all the way to the top of the mountain, otherwise I would have been seriously injured even if I hadn't died."

After a short rest, Huanglong began to familiarize himself with the oppressive aura of Buzhou Mountain while exploring the section of Buzhou Mountain where he was located.

After a long while, he finally deduced from the changes in the pressure and the general shape of the mountain: "We've gone straight to the mountainside."

"Since we've already gone straight up Mount Buzhou, and are still halfway up, we should climb a little higher first. Maybe a burst of good fortune will grant him a few spiritual treasures or a few innate spiritual roots!"

As Huanglong smugly thought to himself, he began to climb step by step up the seemingly endless mountainside.

The higher one goes, the more terrifying and heavy the pressure from the legacy of Pangu becomes.

At first, I ran very fast, then I walked quickly, and then I gradually fell down. Apart from the biting wind and Huanglong's panting as he climbed the mountain, there was no other sound.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, there was not a single spiritual root or treasure, not even a speck of moss, only eternal desolation and an omnipresent oppressive aura.

As far as the eye can see, there are only ancient, unchanging mountain boulders.

Huanglong would occasionally stop to rest for a moment, allowing his body to fully acclimatize before continuing his climb, and sometimes look back down. His gaze pierced through the layers of clouds, and only at the very end of his vision could he vaguely see a faint green hue—the area below the waist of Buzhou Mountain.

"That makes sense!"

Huanglong sighed inwardly, "Under the immense pressure of Mount Buzhou, it would be strange if any living beings could survive on the mountain. Even the Wu Clan, who have the bloodline of Pangu, can only survive at the foot of the mountain."

As he forged ahead, tempering his body and will, he never forgot to watch his step.

On this mountain, all kinds of strange stones can be seen everywhere. They have gone through countless eras, endured the pressure of Pangu, and been tempered by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Although they are not spiritual materials containing innate origin, they still contain a trace of the aura left by the great god Pangu, and are full of mystical power.

Huanglong carefully placed some stones of excellent quality and with a particularly ancient and profound aura into the Xuanhuang Realm.

"These are good things, treasures imbued with the aura of the great god Pangu. We'll keep them for now... well, they'll come in handy someday!"

This journey uphill was both a trial and an opportunity.

Under the constant and terrifying pressure, Huanglong's physical body was passively undergoing extreme tempering.

Every piece of flesh and bone is reborn through tempering, and the magical power becomes purer as it is constantly consumed.

He could clearly feel that his physique was improving at a slow but steady pace, moving towards a higher level.

Of course, the corresponding consumption is also enormous.

It's not just about magical power, but also the depletion of vital energy and spirit. Simply breathing in and exhaling spiritual energy is no longer enough to satisfy the body's needs.

Left with no other choice, Huanglong had to take out the Crimson Blood Wine that he had prepared for a fair trade with the Witch Clan.

A jar of Crimson Blood Wine, made from five hundred catties of acquired spiritual roots, was emptied in just a few days.

Seeing this, Huang Long frowned: "If this continues, I'm afraid the Crimson Blood Wine will be completely used up before we even reach the top of the mountain."

"My witch friend will be left with all the good stuff but no wine. That would make me look really bad!"

After a moment's thought, he had a flash of inspiration, took out a jar of five hundred catties of Crimson Blood Wine, and poured it into the Creation Gourd that he had been using to condense the Three Lights Divine Water.

A drop of the Three Lights Divine Water, which flows in gold, silver, and purple, from the Creation Gourd is blended with the wine in the gourd.

Huanglong took a small sip, and instantly, a vast and pure energy burst forth, flowing rapidly throughout his limbs and bones, instantly restoring his exhausted physical strength, magical power, and heavy primordial spirit. In fact, it even surpassed that of his physical body and primordial spirit, which seemed to have become even stronger under the nourishment of the Three Lights Crimson Blood Wine.

"Wonderful!"

Huanglong was overjoyed. With this Crimson Blood Wine infused with the Three Lights Divine Water, consumption would be greatly reduced.

He then continued in this manner, climbing until he reached his limit, then stopping to take a sip of wine, rest for a moment to recover, and then continuing towards the seemingly endless mountaintop.

Time flies, and countless years have passed since the beginning of time. Unbeknownst to us, more than a thousand years have gone by.

The higher you go, the heavier and more imposing Pangu's aura becomes.

In the end, each step upward required an immense expenditure of physical and magical strength.

Huanglong's speed is getting slower and slower, and sometimes it may not even move a hundred feet upwards in a day.

On this day, the physical body within Huanglong, which had already been tempered to its limit, seemed to break through a bottleneck that had always existed, and it shook violently!

His aura surged several times over, and a power far stronger than before filled his entire body, managing to withstand some of the surrounding pressure.

His physical body broke through first, reaching the mid-stage of Taiyi!

With the breakthrough in his physical body, Huanglong's speed increased even further.

After an unknown amount of time, when the summit of Buzhou Mountain came into Huanglong's view, it was only a matter of time before he reached the top of Buzhou Mountain.

Just then, Huanglong suddenly felt the pressure around him lighten abruptly. It wasn't because his cultivation had broken through, but because the pressure had actually decreased, as if the aura left behind by Pangu was slowly dissipating.

Buzhou Mountain is still Buzhou Mountain, but this sacred mountain seems to be losing its most important thing!