bookbashuk Chapter 6 Discovering Innate Restrictions
Chapter 6 Discovering Innate Restrictions
As Wanshou Yuanjun climbed upwards step by step, the pressure from Pangu around him solidified into a tangible form, as if billions of tons of divine iron were constantly squeezing his body.
This oppressive force not only acted on the surface of his body, but also penetrated his skin, reaching his bone marrow, and even the depths of his primordial spirit. It carried the vastness and domineering power of the primordial world, aiming to completely crush and assimilate him, returning him to this world.
The mountain became increasingly steep, almost vertical, with jagged rocks. Each protruding bluish-black rock was sharply defined, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster. It seemed as if the chaotic aura of the creation of the world still lingered on it, ancient, heavy, and awe-inspiring.
At this height, let alone ordinary beings, even Golden Immortals with slightly lower cultivation levels would likely find it difficult to move an inch, and might even have their physical bodies crushed and their primordial spirits dissipated by this terrifying pressure, turning into a part of the nourishment for Buzhou Mountain.
Looking around, the vast sea of clouds rolls and churns, like an endless chaotic ocean, where no other living beings can be seen. Even birds have vanished, and all is silent. Only the howling wind carries the sharpness to cut through space, and the omnipresent and eternally unchanging power of Pangu.
He alone, like a solitary pilgrim, with unwavering will and a body constantly tempered, resisted the supreme power originating from the beginning of time.
His figure appeared small against the backdrop of the vast mountains, yet it exuded a stubbornness and tenacity that seemed to reach for the sky.
Every step upward requires mobilizing every ounce of strength in the body to resist the immense, omnipresent force descending from above.
When a foot lands, even the rock, harder than steel, trembles slightly, leaving a shallow dent that is quickly smoothed out by the invisible pressure.
The bones emitted faint groans of unbearable strain, as if they were about to shatter at any moment. Under this extreme pressure, flesh and blood were constantly torn apart, and fine beads of blood that had just seeped from the pores were forced back into the body or crushed into nothingness by the oppressive force.
Immediately, the boundless vitality of the Yi Wood within his body rapidly circulated, and azure light emerged from the depths of his internal organs and bone marrow, nourishing and repairing the damage. This cycle repeated itself, making his Dao body slowly but firmly become stronger amidst endless pain. Each repair meant a step towards adapting to the pressure of Pangu.
The muscle fibers broke under the heavy pressure, but reconnected as the blue light flowed, becoming more solid, with mysterious runes flashing between the textures, making them even more able to withstand this terrifying power.
The surging Yi Wood magic power in his meridians was compressed to almost stagnation, like struggling to move forward in a swamp, yet it stubbornly continued to flow under the impetus of his powerful will.
It precisely delivers abundant vitality to every inch of flesh and blood that needs nourishment, while slowly expelling the turbid air and waste blood generated by the compression through the body's acupoints, which are then purified by external pressure.
However, the pressure seemed to grow endlessly. The higher one went, the greater the pressure became, and it also took on a terrifying characteristic that could obliterate the soul and erode the foundation of one's Dao.
When she reached a certain protruding, huge rock platform, Wanshou Yuanjun felt that she was nearing her limit. Her internal organs seemed to have shifted, and the light of her primordial spirit was compressed within her purple palace, swaying uncertainly.
If one were to forcefully resist with only the physical body, it might damage one's origin and even shake one's foundation, which would be counterproductive.
The protective blue light around him had dimmed slightly, and his breathing was heavy with pressure, his chest heaving with difficulty.
Each inhalation felt like swallowing millions of tons of gold and stone fragments, scraping against the throat and lungs; each exhalation was accompanied by tearing pain, the exhaled air instantly compressed and bursting with a muffled sonic boom.
He had to pause his climb, his eyes scanning the relatively flat rock platform with lightning speed.
The surface of the rock platform was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a faint, cold light. It was clearly formed by the pressure of countless years and was extremely hard.
He carefully sensed with his divine sense and found a depression naturally formed by several huge rocks. The pressure here was slightly reduced compared to the surrounding area due to the ingenious arrangement of the rocks, as if a natural force field had been formed to offset some of the pressure.
He immediately moved into the middle, each step incredibly heavy, leaving a shallow mark on the ground that was quickly flattened. He sat down cross-legged, no longer deliberately suppressing his magical power, and began to actively guide his breathing.
"Buzz—"
A deep yet powerful hum emanated from his body, and his entire body shone with a brilliant azure light, like a blue sun suddenly illuminating the summit. The pure and abundant Yi Wood magic power circulated freely, like rain after a long drought, rapidly nourishing and repairing his slightly tired and dull body.
At the same time, a solid and thick protective light shield, flowing with countless life-giving runes, was formed outside, slightly isolating the all-pervasive and all-crushing pressure of Pangu.
The azure light collided violently with the invisible pressure, producing a subtle yet dense crackling sound and scattering countless tiny fragments of azure-gold spiritual light, like the birth and death of stars.
Instantly, the extremely heavy pressure eased slightly, causing him to exhale a long breath. The breath was crushed and dissipated by the remaining pressure the moment it left his mouth.
He needs this rare respite to get into peak condition before he can continue the more difficult journey ahead.
He formed a hand seal and placed it on his knees. The illusory image of the ginseng fruit tree appeared and disappeared behind him, communicating with the thin but pure essence of the Wu Earth deep in the earth, assisting the Yi Wood magic power to undergo a deeper level of recovery.
Just as he focused his mind on his body, fully circulating the "True Scripture of Yi Wood" and using the life force of the ginseng fruit tree in his body to regulate his entire body and repair the deepest, most subtle cracks.
Its consciousness became exceptionally sharp and active due to the full exertion of its magical power, and its connection with the surrounding world became increasingly clear and profound.
Suddenly, his mind stirred slightly. A faint, yet strangely familiar, rhythmic fluctuation that resonated with his own essence pierced through the heavy pressure of Pangu and emanated from behind a seemingly seamless, dark green mountain wall not far from this rock platform.
That fluctuation... was mysterious and profound, extremely obscure, as if it were in sync with the breathing of the entire Buzhou Mountain, yet it formed its own system, carrying a kind of innate, natural Daoist charm.
If it weren't for his extraordinary background, being a manifestation of innate spiritual roots, and having lived on Longevity Mountain for many years, making him extremely familiar with the operation of the innate earth-guarding formation and the flow of earth vein energy, he would almost have mistaken this slight fluctuation for an illusion caused by a change in pressure.
This feeling was remarkably similar to the earth formation outside his Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain, which was formed innately and protected the temple!
All of these are naturally formed, not created by human effort. They are connected to the earth's veins and contain the most primal and natural laws of heaven and earth, making them extremely profound.
"Could it be... an innate restriction?"
The Lord of Longevity was startled and immediately awoke from his deep meditation. He opened his eyes, his pupils gleaming with a blue light, like two divine lamps piercing through the pervasive pressure, as he carefully looked in the direction from which the fluctuations came.