Primordial Era: I, Hongyun, take charge of the literary path

In the vast wilderness, years are forgotten; in the blink of an eye, the ocean has become a vast expanse.

Several thousand years have passed since Hongyun and his companions began climbing Buzhou Mountain.

They didn't know how high they had climbed.

However, compared to the entire Buzhou Mountain, its current location is actually still near the foot of the mountain.

The higher one climbs on Mount Buzhou, the stronger the oppressive force becomes, seemingly without limit, and Hongyun is already struggling to move forward.

As they climb upwards, they must gather enough strength for each step to ensure they can walk steadily and firmly.

Now, eight kalpas have passed since the beginning of time, but the residual pressure of Pangu is still powerful.

Let alone a Great Luo Golden Immortal, even a Primordial Golden Immortal would find it difficult to ascend Mount Buzhou.

Hongyun vaguely sensed that the strength of Pangu's pressure was determined by strength to a certain extent; the stronger the strength, the stronger the pressure.

Hongyun and his two companions treated this mountain climb as a form of spiritual practice, and the oppressive power of Pangu as a challenging opponent.

Given Hongyun's current cultivation level, it would be difficult for them to find someone who is evenly matched with them, or even stronger.

The pressure from Pangu at Buzhou Mountain worked, and Hongyun and the others were able to unleash their power to resist it.

Hongyun and his two companions continued to climb, each step requiring their utmost effort and each step a test of their resolve. Only through such rigorous training could they shed their former superficiality.

The oppressive aura of Mount Buzhou was like a whetstone, and the three of them had a more refined aura than before they climbed the mountain.

At this time, Blood Cloud and Fire Cloud were no longer by Red Cloud's side. Firstly, their Pangu bloodline was thin, and secondly, their cultivation was insufficient, causing them to gradually fall behind during the climb.

Hongyun didn't wait for them; this was a journey of self-cultivation, and self-cultivation always depends on oneself.

After an unknown amount of time, the red cloud finally came to a stop and did not continue climbing upwards.

Spiritual practice cannot be about being overly forceful; excessive rigidity leads to breakage. One cannot be too tense. Now he needs to calm his mind and meditate, and digest the gains of these past years.

Hongyun sat cross-legged on a crimson rock, his primordial spirit sensing the vast and boundless aura of Mount Buzhou.

As the first sacred mountain in the primordial world, Mount Buzhou, formed from the spine of the great god Pangu, possesses boundless Daoist charm in every breath, and endless creation changes within it.

By meticulously analyzing the aura of Buzhou Mountain, Hongyun sensed the residual will of Pangu within it, communicated with the will of Pangu, and listened to the voices of the chaotic era of demon gods.

At a certain moment, a mysterious halo appeared on Hongyun's body. The halo was nine-colored, with the four symbols flowing on it, golden flowers and pendants, hanging laws and flowers falling from the sky.

Hongyun held the Wenyun Diagram in his hand, comprehending the mysteries of heaven and earth, the unpredictable wonders of Buzhou, and perfecting the Dao of Astronomy.

The five elements converge, transforming into auspicious clouds; the three flowers gather at the top; spiritual treasures surround it; and endless Daoist charm permeates it.

One by one, spiritual treasures floated and sank in the auspicious clouds, beams of light crisscrossed, and strands of Daoist charm intertwined.

The Wenyun Map rose up, hovering above the red clouds, and totems of the sun, moon, stars, and auspicious beasts emerged.

Surrounded by the four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire, various divine lights, fires, thunders, and winds evolve from them.

The Wenyun Chart kept spinning, scattering strands of nine-colored jewels, glittering with golden light and radiating divine brilliance.

The spiritual energy within Hongyun resonated with Buzhou Mountain, allowing it to absorb the Daoist essence of Buzhou Mountain and strengthen itself.

Gradually, a majestic aura began to emerge from Hongyun's body, and everything changed.

After this aura clashed with the oppressive force of Mount Buzhou, Hongyun immediately felt a lightness in his body.

"The oppressive power of Mount Buzhou has weakened."

Hongyun opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, his eyes filled with surprise and delight. He hadn't expected to gain such a thing.

"If that's the case, then let's continue climbing."

Hongyun looked up at the sky, a fighting spirit rising in his heart: I will climb to the summit of Buzhou!

Hundreds of billions of feet, trillions of feet, trillions of feet...

A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years...

With the map of literary fortune atop his head, Hongyun continued his ascent towards the summit of Buzhou Mountain, each step fraught with difficulty.

In the vast wilderness, years are forgotten; in the blink of an eye, the ocean has become a vast expanse.

Inhale... exhale...

Hongyun exhaled a long breath, and a tangible white mist billowed from his mouth, shooting straight out ten thousand feet away.

"Where are we now?"

Hongyun looked up at the sky and gazed upwards along the body of Buzhou Mountain. All he could see was a mountain range whose top was forever out of sight.

It took hundreds of thousands of years for Hongyun to reach the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain. The difficulty of ascending to heaven is unimaginable.

The higher you go, the stronger Pangu's pressure becomes, and layer upon layer of worlds are constantly evolving and being destroyed.

Moreover, sometimes, Hongyun had to stop and adapt for a long time before continuing forward after getting used to the pressure.

As Hongyun gained more and more insight into Buzhou Mountain, the aura emanating from him grew stronger and stronger.

Unbeknownst to them, Hongyun was already high in the clouds, with drifting clouds visible all around.

Suddenly, the red cloud stopped and looked up at the sky, which was an infinitely wide, crystal-clear, deep blue-green canopy covering the primordial world.

"Is this the Nine Heavens Dipper Layer?"

Hongyun muttered to himself, "The Nine Heavens Gang Layer is the dividing line between heaven and earth, and it is also the highest place that cultivators below the Great Luo Golden Immortal level can fly to. There is no Great Luo Golden Immortal level strength above that, so it is better to be cautious."

Looking up from the red clouds, Mount Buzhou had shrunk considerably, but it still showed no sign of reaching its peak.

The remaining mountain peaks resembled a sharp sword piercing into the Nine Heavens Gang Layer, and the pressure emanating from them was even stronger.

Hongyun looked at the Nine Heavens Gang Layer and sighed. He had already come this far, and he could not give up.

In addition, Hongyun had a vague premonition that if he could withstand the pressure, overcome the difficulties, and climb to the top of Buzhou Mountain, he would surely undergo a transformation.

For Hongyun, this was a rare opportunity for tempering, so he took a deep breath and the Wenyun Diagram above his head entered the Nine Heavens Gang Layer, which was isolated from heaven and earth.

As soon as Hongyun stepped into the Ninth Heaven Gang Layer, the endless gale became violent, roaring and sweeping over.

At this moment, as Hongyun stepped into the Nine Heavens Gang Layer, the originally calm Nine Heavens Gang Layer instantly formed a world-destroying gale that rushed straight towards Hongyun.

This gale was already capable of harming a Great Luo Immortal; an indescribable, excruciating pain swept through the crimson clouds.

Even with his physical strength at the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, Hongyun's body was still covered in wounds in an instant under the onslaught of the Nine Heavens Gale.

"Ouch, that hurts so much."

Although the fierce winds ravaged his body, Hongyun's will was strong enough that he even wanted to use the fierce winds of the Nine Heavens to temper his body.

Hongyun activated his profound power, and a true form of Dharma image, a million feet tall, appeared. The gale transformed into a world-destroying torrent, filling Hongyun's entire body, seeping into his pores, and then blowing out, taking away his endless vitality.

For him, the gale was both a disaster and an opportunity. As his profound skills circulated, the wounds on Hongyun's body healed rapidly. His tender flesh and blood, tempered by the gale of the nine heavens, became much stronger.

But that was still not enough. The newly grown flesh was soon attacked by the gale, and the skin was torn open again.

Hongyun continued to circulate his cultivation technique, and his flesh and blood grew back, only to be blown away by the gale once again.

And then, this cycle continues indefinitely.

Feeling the enhancement in his physical body, Hongyun fully activated his profound skill. Although this method of cultivation was very grueling and painful, he did it willingly.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...

Hongyun was frantically cultivating, constantly climbing higher and higher. The higher he went, the stronger the power of the Nine Heavens Gale became, but at the same time, the better he was tempered.