Buzhou Mountain is boundless on all sides.
Yang Jian looked around and saw that there was no life at all around him.
It's either snowy or lava rolling.
This is a world where ice and fire blend, and it is also a lifeless world.
When Yang Jian landed on the ground, an unprecedented feeling lingered in his mind.
He felt very, very uncomfortable.
The moment he landed, his cultivation was suppressed by an inexplicable force.
Keep getting lower.
"here……"
Yang Jian frowned, raised his leg and took a step forward.
But this step made him feel as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his shoulders.
Is this the suppression of heaven?
Yang Jian took another step forward.
At this moment, he felt a heavier weight on his body.
This is Buzhou Mountain.
According to legend, Mount Buzhou is the pillar supporting heaven and earth.
Above Buzhou Mountain is the heaven, below it is the human world, and below it is the underworld.
This is the place where the three worlds merge.
It is also the place where the laws of heaven are located.
Even though Buzhou Mountain has collapsed and no longer supports the Immortal Dome, the remaining will of Heaven is still at work here.
Yang Jian is not a powerful person in ancient times. If he can take a few steps forward at this moment, he can be regarded as having a high level of cultivation.
At this time, Yang Jian finally understood.
This Buzhou Mountain is not a forbidden land in the Three Realms, but why have few immortals come here for tens of thousands of years?
It's hard to walk even two steps naked, let alone explore the secrets inside Buzhou Mountain.
The wind blew on Yang Jian.
Blowing beads of sweat off his face.
The further forward, the heavier the burden becomes.
But Yang Jian still gritted his teeth and moved forward.
All mystical skills are functioning throughout the body.
His own strength is also burning.
The blood and essence of Xingtian in the center of his eyebrows are also rapidly melting, constantly integrating into Yang Jian's body.
It is several times faster than the ordinary refining speed.
One step, two steps...seven steps...sixteen steps...twenty-five steps...
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound.
Yang Jian knelt on the ground. The weight of his body made his knees unable to bear and crushed the rock beneath him.
Douda's sweat kept dripping.
Seventy-three steps.
This is Yang Jian's limit.
Under the suppression of the will of heaven, even someone as strong as Yang Jian can only go so far.
"Return in vain?"
Yang Jian smiled bitterly in his heart.
Defeat Yinglong?
Explore the secret of the water-fire war?
What a joke.
I can't even enter the inside of Buzhou Mountain.
Helpless...deep helpless...
"Are you giving up?"
But at this moment, a familiar voice appeared in Yang Jian's mind again.
Indeed... very familiar.
That was the sound that Yang Jian heard when he experienced the ninth level of quasi-sage thunder tribulation.
"I don't want to give up, but I can't help it..."
Yang Jian spoke.
"If you don't try, how do you know you can't continue? When you want to practice your faith, do you have to give up because of this situation?
The voice spoke again.
"But……"
Yang Jian subconsciously wanted to refute, but he quickly shut up.
Gritting his teeth, Yang Jian tried to move again.
Even though the weight on his body was as heavy as the five mountains, this time, Yang Jian gritted his teeth and took another step.
"Step...seventy-fourth!"
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and made a sound.
The cold wind blew on Yang Jian's body.
Between his brows, Xingtian's essence and blood were burning crazily and rapidly.
It was continuously replenished into Yang Jian's body.
Yang Jian's strength is constantly improving rapidly because of his efforts to resist the pressure of Heaven's will.
However, Yang Jian has his limits after all.
Step...seventy-eight...!
Yang Jian gritted his teeth.
But now...
But just when Yang Jian was about to be overwhelmed by the will of heaven.
Another force lifted up his bent knees.
The weight of the five mountains on his body disappeared without a trace.
Yang Jian stood on the snow-covered wasteland.
It felt like everything before me was like a dream.
But looking back, the long series of footprints more than a foot deep behind him proved that everything just now was true.
The two drops of Xingtian's essence and blood in the center of the eyebrows are only the last bit left, and it doesn't take much time to refine them.
But just above the snow-capped mountains ahead, Yang Jian suddenly saw something.
It was a palace built on the mountain.
Even though it was in ruins at this moment, the majesty and grandeur still shocked Yang Jian.
"There is……"
Yang Jian looked at the palace on the mountains in the distance.
Legend has it that on Mount Buzhou there is the palace of Zhu Rong, the Southern Heavenly Emperor and God of Fire, called the Guangming Palace. (I know that the Pleiades star official lives in the Palace of Light, but I checked some information about the God of Fire Zhu Rong today, and there is indeed such a statement.)
The God of Fire resides here.
It was originally a place of burning fire.
But why is it here in the snow and wind?
What happened on Buzhou Mountain eons ago?
Is this the result of the conflict between fire god Zhurong and water god Gonggong?
Yang Jian walked forward.
He did not choose to fly.
In the dense clouds ahead, the aura of the figure hidden in the clouds forced Yang Jian to act with caution.
That's Yinglong.
Ancient mythical beast.
One of the ancestors of the Dragon Clan.
Although this time he must face Yinglong directly.
It is also conceivable that it must be a big war.
Yang Jian still wanted to get familiar with the surroundings first and try to search for fragments from that year before taking action.
He walked towards the palace.
The wind seemed to stop at this moment.
As Yang Jian approaches.
The strangeness in Buzhou Mountain began to appear.
The sun is still high in the sky, and the sunshine is still dazzling.
However, the sunlight shining on Yang Jian was so cold.
There is sunshine but no temperature.
In the surrounding air, Yang Jian could vaguely see black air lingering.
That's not murderous aura, not evil aura, not earthly aura, let alone death aura.
Yang Jian couldn't describe that feeling.
But the only thing I'm sure of is.
The feeling this breath gave him was dangerous and terrifying, with a chill that would make gods fearful.
And soon, the black energy around Yang Jian became more and more intense.
He even wanted to drill into Yang Jian.
It's just that Yang Jian has a high level of cultivation and has the body of a quasi-sage, so all this black energy is blocked by Yang Jian.
"..."
"..."
"..."
The vague murmurs kept lingering in Yang Jian's ears.
It seemed to be the voice of the dead.
When Yang Jian closed his eyes.
In the brief darkness, he seemed to be able to see twisted souls and ferocious ghosts everywhere on Buzhou Mountain...
But when he opened his eyes, he felt nothing.
It's as quiet as a silent world here.
Mere babble that only the soul can hear.
The murmurs are low and distant, with a feeling that can charm people's hearts.
For thousands of years, Yang Jian had never experienced anything like this.
Is this also the consequence of the conflict between fire and water?
…
Above the thirty-third heaven.
A place far higher than the thirty-third heaven.
One person was looking at Yang Jian who was gradually approaching the Guangming Palace.
There was some reminiscence in her eyes, but more of it was fear, even... fear!
