Boom!
The moment he landed.
A powerful pressure pressed down on Yuan Hao.
Buzhou Mountain was formed by Pan Gu's unyielding spine, which left behind an endless pressure of Pan Gu.
The higher he went, the stronger the pressure became!
Those who had not reached the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm could be crushed into meat paste by this pressure in an instant.
Of course, to Yuan Hao, this bit of pressure was nothing.
The two of them walked together, all the way up. Buzhou Mountain was so high that they didn't know how high it was. They had been on the mountain for tens of thousands of years, but there was still nothing above their heads. They couldn't see the end.
"Not only is Fellow Daoist's cultivation base impressive, but I didn't expect that your fleshly body would be so terrifying as well.”
At this point, even Hou Yi was panting.
On the other hand, Yuan Hao's expression was normal. His aura was calm as if he was walking on flat ground.
As a Great Magus, Hou Yi couldn't help but admire him.
What he didn't know was that Yuan Hao had already cultivated to the fourth revolution of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art when he was born.
Although his physical strength could not compare to that of an Ancestral Wizard, it was much stronger than that of a Senior Wizard.
"Hou Yi, do you want to rest for a while?"
Yuan Hao asked with a smile.
"No need! Fellow Daoist, don't look down on me. I'm a great shaman, and my body isn't inferior to yours!”
Hou Yi gritted his teeth.
As a Senior Magus, he felt a strong sense of ruthlessness in his heart.
A strong body was the foundation of the Wu Tribe in the Untainted Land.
No matter what, he couldn't lose to Yuan Hao on Mount Buzhou.
This concerned the honor of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Yuan Hao smiled and didn't try to persuade him. He lifted his feet and continued walking up.
After another three thousand years, the pressure on Buzhou Mountain became more and more terrifying.
Yuan Hao and Hou Yi's footsteps gradually slowed down.
Boom!
The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art circulated.
A faint golden light appeared on Yuan Hao's body to resist Pangu's pressure.
Looking at Hou Yi again, cracks and fine lines gradually appeared on his body. Fresh blood flowed out of his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and seven orifices.
His physical body was already on the verge of collapse.
"Hou Yi! Don't fight for nothing. This place is already your limit.”
Yuan Hao looked at Hou Yi and said seriously.
"This!"
After a moment of silence, Hou Yi finally nodded helplessly.
He knew that Yuan Hao was right. If he took another step forward, his body would immediately collapse. He would be crushed by the pressure of Buzhou Mountain until not even a speck of dust would be left!
"I'm inferior to Fellow Daoist Yuan Hao!"
"We can only cultivate here and wait for Fellow Daoist to descend the mountain before we continue.”
Hou Yi sighed.
A Senior Sorcerer of the Sorcerer Tribe had actually lost in terms of physical strength. If word got out, wouldn't it be a great humiliation?
However, there was nothing he could do. Yuan Hao was really too strong, even far surpassing him.
The Sorcerer Tribe was not a race that could not afford to lose. Faced with such overwhelming strength, Hou Yi had no choice but to admit how childish his thoughts of competing with Yuan Hao back then were.
Yuan Hao nodded and left behind some spirit herbs and spirit medicines to repair his body.
Some of these things were obtained in the Primordial Continent, some in the ancient mystic realm, and some were picked when climbing Mount Buzhou.
To him, it was of no great use, so he might as well leave it to Hou Yi.
Yuan Hao turned around and walked on Mount Buzhou for another hundred years.
Rumble!
Boundless pressure pressed down like millions of mountains.
The four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire were mixed together.
It had turned Buzhou Mountain into a forbidden area of the Wilderness where immortals and demons couldn't enter.
Even with the Four Revolutions Mysterious Art, Yuan Hao's entire body was covered in wounds, and fresh blood flowed out. It was a shocking sight.
"Puff!"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yuan Hao felt that his internal organs were about to be deformed from the pressure.
He sat down cross-legged and circulated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art crazily.
This technique was refined by God Pangu, and it could be said to be the combination of heaven and earth with the pressure of Buzhou Mountain.
Cultivating the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art here was hundreds of times faster than when he was at the Immortal Mountain.
In the Wilderness, time was the least valuable.
Yuan Hao cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art here for ten thousand years in the blink of an eye.
Finally, one day.
Yuan Hao opened his eyes abruptly!
Rumble!
An unparalleled aura burst out from his body, soaring into the sky like a dragon or a phoenix. It even suppressed the pressure of Buzhou Mountain around Yuan Hao.
Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, Fifth Revolution!
Yuan Hao stood up, his body suffused with an indescribable luster.
Even his spirit, energy, and spirit had become completely different from before.
It exuded a domineering aura that could suppress the world.
This was Pangu's Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art!
After cultivating to the fifth transformation, the pressure on Mount Buzhou was no longer a threat to Yuan Hao. After a short rest, he continued to walk up.
"Hmm?"
Not long after, Yuan Hao's eyes suddenly flashed with an idea.
Thinking of the large number of spiritual treasures that had yet to be born on Mount Buzhou, Yuan Hao immediately became interested and walked towards the spiritual light.
A moment later, what appeared in front of Yuan Hao was not a spiritual treasure, but a segment of the Innate Calabash Vine!
"It's actually this thing!"
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