Chapter 1: Mount Buzhou Is My Avatar

Beneath the sky full of stars, at the summit of the towering Mount Buzhou.

The gale roared, purple thunder surged, and the surrounding space rippled with folds.

A tall stone man sat alone on the edge of the cliff, letting the gale and Divine Thunder rage, unmoved.

He grabbed a handful of colored mud and sand beside him and tossed it into his mouth. With the crunching sound of chewing, light burst forth and shimmered, all entering his belly.

Wisps of tiny black grit spilled from the corners of his mouth, annihilating in the whistling wind.

Suddenly, the world hummed with a sound, and a vast Saintly might poured forth.

The stone man stood up abruptly, his expression very grave.

Then, Mysterious Yellow Qi descended from the Nine Heavens; Heavenly Flowers appeared, Golden Lotuses stood in clusters, and multicolored mandalas connected into a sheet, hanging in the sky and emitting a light, rhythmic tapping sound.

Endless auspicious vapors rose, and the entire world was rendered in a sacred image.

Under such a heaven-shaking omen, a rolling Dao sound was simultaneously chanted.

"I am Hongjun. Today I have become a Saint. Three thousand years from now, I shall preach in the Chaos Zixiao Palace. Those with affinity may all come."

The Dao sound rang out three times, echoing throughout the entire Primordial World, shaking the hearts of countless living beings.

In an instant, figures flew up from the Primordial World, gazing toward the Chaos, their faces filled with shock and suspicion.

Those Innate Demon Gods, in particular, had ten thousand-foot waves of shock rising in their hearts.

That pressure between heaven and earth was far above the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Since Pangu opened the heavens, the Primordial World had experienced many Great Calamities, yet no one knew the cultivation after Great Luo; now, someone had actually taken that step.

Swish, swish, swish—in an instant, several long rainbows streaked across Mount Buzhou, all diving into the depths of the Starry Sky and fleeing toward the Chaos.

In just a few breaths, the entire firmament was filled with auspicious light cast toward the Chaos.

The stone man looked up at the Starry Sky, flowing light flickering in his fist-sized eye sockets: "The Zixiao Palace sermon has begun; my time is running out."

Taking a deep look at the direction of the Chaos, he leaped, and amidst the shifting stars, he had already arrived at a valley.

The valley was filled with mist, the Innate Spiritual Qi was as thick as rain, and spiritual flowers and exotic grasses could be seen everywhere.

On the cliff wall deep in the valley, five-colored light shone brilliantly, shrouding a large patch of seven-colored vines, from which hung seven gourds of varying sizes.

They were of different colors, surrounded by Mysterious Yellow Qi, all inscribed with Dao Patterns, mysterious and extraordinary. As the breeze blew, there was a faint chanting of the Dao sound, echoing in the valley.

This was precisely one of the ten Supreme Innate Spiritual Roots of the Primordial World, the Mount Buzhou Innate Gourd Vine.

With the appearance of the stone man, the seven gourds swayed happily, appearing very excited.

"Father Mountain!"

A child's voice filled with reverence rang out in his heart, and Tian Yuan nodded slightly.

He tapped his right foot lightly, and immediately there was a rumbling sound all around; the ground rippled, the entire earth actually began to shift, and the cliff wall not far away also moved with folds.

The Innate Array shrouding the valley also seemed to soar into the air.

As things changed and stars shifted, in the blink of an eye, the surroundings became quiet, returning to their previous appearance.

The Innate Gourd Vine glanced at the position of the stars above its head, knowing it was no longer in its previous location.

Ten thousand years ago, Father Mountain awakened and would occasionally move this valley, but it had never asked the reason.

The stone man before it was, in its eyes, the incarnation of the Heavenly Pillar Mount Buzhou, the Father Mountain that nurtured it.

Tian Yuan looked at the valley still shrouded in mist, the gravity on his face not fading. After the first sermon at Zixiao Palace, the seven gourds that condensed their essence would be taken away, which would cut off the Dao of the Innate Gourd Vine.

How could the Primordial World opened by Pangu not accommodate a single Supreme Innate Spiritual Root?

Moreover, the Innate Gourd Vine was the only living thing in the mountain that knew his relationship with Mount Buzhou; the other party was not just a simple Spiritual Root, and naturally, Tian Yuan would not allow it to be lost.

While he was pondering, he suddenly heard a rumbling thunder sound overhead.

Tian Yuan just looked up, and his whole body shook; dense laws poured in beneath his feet. Flowing light flickered on his earth-yellow skin, and a mysterious nine-colored light burst out from his chest.

A powerful aura surged, accompanied by the rustling of impurities overflowing from his body surface and dissipating into the air; his already burly figure became even more majestic.

"Finally, I have completely cleared one Earth Vein!" Tian Yuan's eyes were filled with irrepressible joy.

Mount Buzhou beneath him also expanded crazily amidst the rumbling sound, emitting a monstrous might.

Countless living beings on the Primordial World prostrated on the ground, gazing at the sacred mountain, hearts filled with awe.

The Innate Gourd Vine beside him swayed violently, and the small faces manifested on the seven gourds were full of joy.

Father Mountain's aura had become thick, and Father Mountain's power was even stronger! Ignoring the excited Innate Gourd Vine, Tian Yuan took a deep breath and disappeared into the valley out of thin air.

In the center of the gray world, a sacred mountain stood tall and towering, shrouded in thick Mysterious Yellow Qi.

Tian Yuan landed on the mountaintop and immediately looked toward the east.

In the mist-shrouded Eastern Land, three golden rivers surged and roared, like roaring horned dragons rushing from the foot of the mountain toward the distance.

On each river, smaller tributaries were distributed like scales on a fish, also like wild horses off the leash, surging endlessly. Counting carefully, there were thirty-six of them, all glowing with golden light, which was quite spectacular.

These were the three Main Veins of the Eastern Land connected to Mount Buzhou, along with those one hundred and eight Branch Veins.

Ten thousand years ago, he came to the Primordial World and became a stone man on Mount Buzhou. But when he calmed his mind, he discovered that he actually had another body, which was the Heavenly Pillar Mount Buzhou itself.

Mount Buzhou stood between heaven and earth and was the Ancestral Vein of the Primordial World, blessing all living beings in the world.

Alas, the Primordial World had long experienced the Great Calamity, and many Earth Veins had shattered and vanished; only the Eastern Earth Vein remained intact, but it was also not optimistic.

Looking closely, those three Main Veins, along with the Branch Veins, were all tinged with dark red amidst the gold.

The flowing light was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, as if it had been eroded and blocked.

Only one Branch Vein in the northeast direction was golden and brilliant, full of vitality, with auspicious vapors rising and emitting gorgeous radiance; it was the one he had just completely cleared.

Having cleared a Branch Vein that ran through the Eastern Land, Mount Buzhou became even more towering and vast, and he also took the opportunity to step into the ranks of the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

At this moment, in that Branch Vein, stone men as burly as Tian Yuan leaped out, carrying picks and hoes, jumping and running toward another nearby Branch Vein.

This was the Consciousness Space of Mount Buzhou, or it could be said to be the Primordial World in the eyes of Mount Buzhou.

The mountains, rivers, and lakes were exactly the same as the Primordial World, but there were no living beings, only many mixed wills wandering between heaven and earth.

As for those stone men, they were merely the manifestation of Mount Buzhou's will, numbering three thousand, corresponding to the Three Thousand Great Daos.

They worked day and night, and it took ten thousand years to completely dredge one Branch Vein.

Glancing at the many figures beginning to busy themselves, Tian Yuan calmed his mind to sense the changes in Mount Buzhou at this moment.

A short while later, a look of joy appeared on his honest face.

At every moment, spiritual Qi surged into his body, and more importantly, the will of Mount Buzhou had grown stronger.

(End of this chapter)