bookbashuk Chapter 11 Pangu's Consciousness, the Three Great Daos
Chapter 11 Pangu's Consciousness, the Three Great Daos
The Lord of Longevity took a deep breath of the heavy, mountain-like innate spiritual energy. Each breath felt like swallowing metal, heavy yet bringing immense energy.
His eyes suddenly blazed with a brilliant blue light, like two divine lamps piercing through the chaos, unleashing the full potential of his mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal physical body.
The body's vital energy and blood flowed like millions of ancient dragons awakening, surging and roaring through the blood vessels and meridians.
It emitted a deep and vast roar, as if it came from the depths of the primordial wilderness, and forcefully withstood the terrifying pressure that almost froze space and stopped time.
The Taiyi Peak level of his magical power was also operating at an unprecedented efficiency, although in terms of quality and quantity it was not as powerful and domineering as the physical strength of the Daluo level.
Yet, like a hidden spring flowing underground, it flows ceaselessly, tenaciously protecting the relatively fragile meridians and internal organs, and providing continuous power and the foundation for supernatural transformations.
His gaze was sharp, piercing through the thin, chaotic mist, fixed on the seemingly within reach above, bathed in the vast light of the sky.
Yet, it was as if they were separated by an endless barrier of time, space, and laws, on the mountaintop, adjusting their minds and bodies to prepare for this final and most difficult battle.
He mobilized all his energy and spirit, his will highly concentrated, as if he had transformed into an invisible sword, wanting to pierce through this final obstacle.
Each step he took seemed to carry the weight of the entire primordial land, and the rocks of Buzhou Mountain beneath his feet emitted a dull and oppressive roar, as if even this ancient sacred mountain was acknowledging the heaviness of his steps.
The pressure on this final stretch far surpassed that of any place below, even forming visible, undulating spatial ripples that resembled waves of water, stretching light into bizarre and surreal shapes.
The originally formless chaotic energy here became so dense that it transformed into a tangible, gray-black whip.
Like countless wildly dancing tentacles, they relentlessly lashed at his crystal-clear body, carrying an aura of annihilation.
It emitted a dense, ear-piercing sound, like rain pattering on banana leaves, yet also sharp and piercing like metal rubbing together, constantly scattering dazzling sparks and shattered fragments of the laws of light.
Wanshou Yuanjun gritted her teeth, her face as resolute as a stone sculpture, her will as firm as a rock, even stronger than the sacred mountain beneath her feet. In her heart, there was only one pure and absolute thought: to reach the summit!
He abandoned all distracting thoughts, even minimizing his perception of danger, and perfectly coordinated all his mind, will, and every bit of strength.
To combat that all-pervasive, ultimate pressure, upward, ever upward! Each step is like opening up a new world, slow yet unwavering.
Finally, when he raised his state to an unprecedented peak, he gathered all the physical power and Taiyi magic power he could control at this moment.
With a deep, dragon-like roar, it took a sudden step forward, crossing a certain invisible yet real boundary between heaven and earth—
"Buzz..."
A strange, gentle sound, as if the strings of a great harp were being plucked, resounded deep within his soul.
It was as if we had passed through an extremely viscous, yet ultimately broken, invisible film of water, or as if we had suddenly broken free from some heavy shackles that had bound us for millions of years.
The anticipated, even more terrifying, ultimate pressure—enough to instantly crush the physical body and obliterate the primordial spirit of an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal—did not arrive as expected. Instead… a sudden lightness enveloped him!
The omnipresent, almost constant pressure from Pangu that accompanied him throughout his entire climb—as vast as the starry sea and as heavy as the myriad realms—was immense.
The moment one steps into this mysterious area, the tide recedes rapidly, shrinking to an unbelievable, almost illusion-like degree.
Although it still exists, it is still a hundred or a thousand times heavier than ordinary immortal mountains and blessed lands in the primordial world.
But compared to the terrifying, crushing force below that was suffocating and despairing, this place could be described as "peaceful"!
It even produced a strange sense of "tranquility".
Wanshou Yuanjun stumbled, nearly falling forward from exerting too much force while constantly resisting the imagined immense power.
He quickly circulated his strength to steady himself, his face filled with astonishment, confusion, and disbelief.
He looked around with extreme vigilance, his divine sense sweeping across every inch of space with unprecedented precision, like mercury spilling across the ground, searching for any possible traps or anomalies.
This is already the top level of Buzhou Mountain.
The terrain is relatively flat and open, like a huge platform that has been carefully leveled by an immense force, vast and desolate.
The rocks present a more ancient, purer, bluish-black color, as if they have been settled by all the chaotic colors.
It is covered with mysterious and unpredictable natural Dao patterns that cannot be carved by human hands. They are faintly in harmony with the most fundamental laws of the universe, and looking at them for a long time can be mesmerizing.
The sky seemed truly within reach, the aura of the primordial firmament was incredibly clear and intimate, vast, boundless, and supreme, yet it also carried an indescribable sense of inclusiveness.
However, what shocked him most was not the strange weakening of the oppressive aura, but another, more profound and primal "aura" permeating this strange space.
It was no longer a simple, tyrannical, and repulsive force of oppression, but a kind of... grand, magnificent, and overwhelming will that could not be resisted!
A supreme will filled with indomitable spirit, pioneering spirit, creation of all things, and a spirit that lives on even in death!
This is after the great god Pangu created heaven and earth from chaos, and perished from exhaustion.
The Buzhou Mountain, formed from his unyielding spine, carries his final spiritual imprint, representing his deepest and most selfless dedication to protecting this world he created!
At the same time, within this vast and boundless ocean of will that nourishes the mind, countless fragmented and mysterious "traces" are also interwoven and permeated.
These are not complete inheritances or techniques, but rather the initial traces of the Great Dao, the ripples of laws, and the nascent Daoist charm left behind by a supreme master when creating a masterpiece.
Scattered fragments about the ultimate application of force, vague insights into the separation of purity and turbidity and the establishment of the primordial order, the rudimentary trajectory of the evolution of Yin and Yang and the generation and restraint of the Five Elements, and the primordial traces of the earth, fire, wind, and water establishing the primordial order of the primordial world... encompassing everything and being extremely profound.
Although they are just the most basic, simple, and even somewhat messy fragments of the grand path, they are like sketches and notes casually drawn by a master when he was conceiving the idea.
However, its lofty origins, far-reaching vision, and purity that points directly to the origin of the Great Dao have already exceeded the scope of understanding and imagination of the vast majority of innate beings on the current prehistoric continent.
These initial traces of enlightenment might have been insignificant starting points, mere sparks of thought that Pangu, who had already merged with the Great Dao, created and transformed into all things, could easily have discarded.
But for any living being on the primordial continent today, whether it is a nascent god or demon in its infancy or a powerful being destined to rise in the future, these traces of the most original and purest Daoist thought originating from the creator god are all priceless treasures!
It is a beacon and source that can illuminate the road ahead, guide the direction, and lay the foundation for the supreme path!
The initial wariness and astonishment in Wanshou Yuanjun's heart were instantly replaced by boundless shock and indescribable ecstasy.
He instantly realized that the true and greatest treasure on the summit of Mount Buzhou was not the tangible innate spiritual root or spiritual treasure he had imagined, but rather the ever-present and boundless immortal will of Pangu and the incomparably precious traces of his initial enlightenment of the Great Dao!
He immediately abandoned his tense and all-out resistance, slowly dissipating the surging energy and magical power within him, allowing his mind and body to completely relax, to accept and feel.
He found a relatively smooth rock with faint Dao patterns forming a natural spirit-gathering array, sat down cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and completely released his mental barrier.
There was no more resistance or rejection. Like a wanderer returning home, he allowed the vast, gentle yet indomitable will of Pangu to embrace, immerse, and baptize him.