ATPnovel Chapter 25 Pan Xuan's Proposal: Climbing Mount Buzhou
Chapter 25 Pan Xuan's Proposal: Climbing Mount Buzhou
Zhu Jiuyin nodded and said:
"Not bad. I can feel that my power of time is more closely integrated with myself."
Previously, exerting the power of time required deliberate manipulation;
Now it's as natural as breathing; a mere thought can manipulate the laws of time.
Zhu Rong laughed loudly, "No wonder I feel so much stronger! It turns out I've reached the realm of a Primordial Golden Immortal!"
Gonggong, unusually, didn't dampen the spirits and instead smiled broadly: "Primordial Golden Immortal... what a remarkable realm. If we can advance further in the future, I wonder what it will be like then."
Dijiang shook his head and said, "The inherited memories only contain descriptions of the Primordial Golden Immortal; beyond that, it's all chaos."
Perhaps reaching that level is beyond our comprehension.
Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches seemed to be deep in thought.
Pan Xuan stood aside, listening to the discussion among the ancestral witches, and pondered silently in his heart.
He had heard of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm in his memories from his previous life.
Above the Great Luo lies the Primordial Chaos.
After the Primordial Golden Immortal, there is the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, which is the realm of a sage.
However, since Hongjun has not yet preached, the names of these realms may not have spread throughout the prehistoric world yet.
It was already extremely difficult for the Ancestral Witches to learn the name "Primordial Golden Immortal" from their inherited memories.
Houtu said softly, "It is a great joy for our Wu clan that all of you brothers have broken through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm."
"But..." She paused, looking at Dijiang, "Brother Dijiang, should we continue to go to the prehistoric world to collect the corpses?"
Dijiang pondered for a moment, then shook his head:
"Now that we are all Golden Immortals, it is unnecessary for us to do those trivial things like collecting corpses. In addition, it would be easy to expose us."
After the seal was broken, those powerful beings may be secretly investigating.
If we go out too often, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong muttered somewhat boredly, "Then what are we going to do? Staying in the Pangu Palace to cultivate all day is too boring."
"All this strength of mine will rust if I don't go out and exercise."
Gonggong rarely agreed, saying, "Indeed. After cultivating for so many decades, I finally broke through, but I can't go out and test my skills. It's really frustrating."
The other ancestral witches nodded in agreement, clearly finding it somewhat boring.
Pan Xuan found it amusing to look at the bored expressions of these ancestral witches.
Even the strongest beings in the world can feel bored.
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and said, "Brothers and sisters, Pan Xuan has a suggestion."
All the ancestral witches looked at him.
Pan Xuan walked into the hall, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the towering mountain peak that reached into the clouds outside the Pangu Hall. He slowly asked, "Have any of you brothers and sisters ever been to the top of Buzhou Mountain?"
The ancestral witches were taken aback.
Houtu said softly, "Mount Buzhou is the transformation of the spine of the Father God, a pillar supporting the sky, which is so high that it cannot be climbed."
Although we were born from the depths of Buzhou Mountain, we have never climbed its peak.
The oppressive aura of Pangu atop that mountain was extremely dense, making it impossible for ordinary beings to approach. Although we were unharmed, we never even considered climbing to the top.
Zhu Rong scratched his head and said, "That mountain is too high; just looking at it makes me dizzy."
Moreover, the pressure from the Father God is overwhelming up there. Although it's harmless to us, it still fills us with a sense of... awe. So we've never gone up there.
Pan Xuan laughed and said, "Now that all of you brothers and sisters have broken through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm, and Houtu's primordial spirit is also slowly growing, we have nothing to do."
Why don't we climb Mount Buzhou and see what the view from the top is like?
Firstly, it can help pass the time, and secondly, it can provide an opportunity to hone one's skills.
Thirdly, Mount Buzhou is the transformation of the Father God's spine; our climbing of this mountain is also a way of showing our respect for the Father God.
Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Dijiang's eyes. He stood up, walked to the palace entrance, gazed up at the towering Buzhou Mountain that seemed to pierce the clouds, and said in a deep voice:
"Brother Pan Xuan is right. We were born and raised beneath Buzhou Mountain, but we have never climbed this peak. Now that we have nothing to do, why not give it a try?"
Zhu Rong was the first to jump up, laughing loudly, "Great idea! I've been wanting to go up there for a long time! I want to see what secrets the mountaintop holds!"
Gonggong also stood up, a rare look of anticipation on his face: "Mount Buzhou is the spine of the Father God. Climbing to the top of this mountain might allow us to feel more of the Father God's presence. This is indeed a good suggestion."
Xuanming nodded and said, "That's feasible."
Houtu smiled slightly and said softly, "Since all of you brothers are of the same mind, let's go together."
The ancestral witches all agreed, and so the thirteen of them left the Pangu Palace and came to the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
Mount Buzhou stands majestically, reaching straight into the clouds, like a giant pillar supporting the sky, connecting the earth and the heavens.
The mountain is bluish-gray, the rocks are as hard as iron, and the surface is covered with countless cracks and marks left by the years.
At the foot of the mountain, vegetation is sparse, and only some of the most resilient plants can survive the aftershocks of Pangu's oppressive power.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, one can feel the immense pressure of Pangu's might.
The oppressive force, almost tangible, poured down from the mountaintop, enveloping the entire peak.
For ordinary living beings, this oppressive aura is enough to pulverize them to pieces, and they dare not even approach it.
But for the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Pan Xuan, this pressure was not oppressive at all; on the contrary, it made them feel a sense of intimacy and warmth.
That was the breath of the Father God, the power from which they shared the same origin.
"Such an intense pressure." Zhu Rong took a deep breath and grinned.
"But I don't feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, I feel completely comfortable. It's like... returning to the womb."
Gonggong nodded and said, "Indeed. This oppressive aura contains the will of the Father God."
We are formed from the essence and blood of the Father God, so naturally we will not be oppressed.
Dijiang said in a deep voice, "Let's go. Today we'll see what the summit of Buzhou Mountain is like."
The thirteen people began their climb.
Mount Buzhou is extremely steep, almost vertical, with no roads or steps, only jagged rocks and steep cliffs.
But for the thirteen, none of these are problems.
They either walked on air, clung to rocks, or transformed into streaks of light and flew upwards, moving with ease and freedom, as if walking on flat ground.
The higher you go, the stronger the pressure from Pangu becomes. That pressure is like an invisible giant hand pressing down from the mountaintop, and the pressure increases with each step.
But for the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Pan Xuan, this pressure was not an obstacle, but rather a source of nourishment.
With each step they took upwards, they could feel the will and aura of the Father God Pangu within that oppressive force.
That aura was vast, boundless, and ancient, containing the power to create the world and the compassion to transform into all things.
The twelve ancestral witches were immersed in this aura, as if they could feel the hardship and determination of the Father God when creating the world, and the selflessness and greatness of the Father God when he transformed into all things.
Zhu Rong suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and murmured:
"I can feel... the fire of the Father God. It's not ordinary fire; it's the fire that created heaven and earth, the fire that created all things. I've never felt such fire before..."
Gonggong also stopped and whispered, "Water... Father God's water is the source of life and the mother of all things."
I used to only know how to destroy with water, but I never thought that water could also create…
A rare hint of gentleness appeared on Xuanming's usually icy face: "Ice... Father God's ice is not the ice of destruction, but the ice that solidifies heaven and earth and stabilizes the four poles. I see..."
Houtu's eyes were brimming with tears as she whispered to herself, "The earth... Father God's earth, bearing all things, encompassing everything. I only knew the earth's weight before, but I didn't know its mercy..."
Dijiang and Zhujiuyin exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and realization in each other's eyes.
They also sensed the Father God's space and time from that oppressive aura.
That is not merely a force, but the very foundation of the universe's operation and the cornerstone of all existence.
Pan Xuan walked in the middle of the crowd, his Righteous Qi Technique automatically operating, keeping him at his peak condition.
He also sensed the righteous aura of the Father God Pangu from that oppressive aura.
That is the source of his existence, the foundation of his supernatural powers.
That righteous energy is immense and unyielding, upright and selfless, capable of restraining all evil spirits and suppressing all insidious poisons.
He could feel that his Righteous Qi Technique was becoming more refined and powerful under the nourishment of this pressure.