Primordial: Fusion of Chaos Demon God
Chapter 12 - The Gift of Buzhou Mountain, Breakthrough to Taiyi Golden Immortal

Chapter 12: The Gift of Buzhou Mountain, Breakthrough to Taiyi Golden Immortal

Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were indeed powerful—this, Zhong Yue knew all too well.

To exaggerate a little, he wasn’t even qualified to stand before them at this point.

But so what?

He didn’t believe for a second that those two would bother making a move against him over a mere tiger that had just stepped into the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

After all, at this point in time, the brothers were preoccupied with listening to the Dao and dealing with affairs related to the Wu tribe—they hardly had time for such trivial matters.

Having crushed the tiger demon to death, Zhong Yue immediately performed the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art and devoured all the blood and flesh before him.

This was a Taiyi Golden Immortal-level demon—the entirety of its cultivation was concentrated in its flesh and blood. It would be a waste not to consume it.

After cultivating there for a while, Zhong Yue departed directly.

Although he didn’t think the demon race would retaliate, one could never be too careful.

Besides, he had only just set foot on the Eastern Continent, and many of the geomantic veins remained unexplored.

He journeyed eastward, continuing down the path of cultivation.

The ley lines of the East were more active than those in the West, and the spiritual energy was more abundant. As a result, Zhong Yue reaped far greater rewards.

In just a hundred years, he had amassed wealth and cultivation to overflowing. He had even obtained a piece of Innate Spiritual Root.

Though it was only of the lowest grade, it was still an Innate Spiritual Root—exceedingly rare and precious.

This spiritual root was called the Fire Date Tree, a lower-grade Innate Spiritual Root. It flowered once every three thousand years, bore fruit over another three thousand, and required three thousand more to ripen—producing a total of thirty-three fruits.

After consumption, it increased one’s affinity with fire elements and saved a thousand years of arduous cultivation. Its effects were truly remarkable.

Aside from this Innate Spiritual Root, the origin energy within Zhong Yue had also reached near perfection—it was time to break through.

“Wait a little longer. No need to rush the breakthrough.”

“Countless great experts are heading to the Purple Heaven Palace right now—this is the perfect time to visit Buzhou Mountain. Opportunities like this may not come again anytime soon.”

Standing atop a mountain peak, Zhong Yue gazed at the towering pillar that pierced the heavens in the distance. A surge of excitement welled up within him.

In truth, he was still extremely far from Buzhou Mountain—separated by at least hundreds of thousands of miles.

Yet even from such a distance, he could clearly see that sky-reaching pillar, wrapped in immortal mist and divine brilliance—truly a sight of wonder.

With that thought, Zhong Yue transformed into a stream of light and flew straight toward the heavenly pillar.

As the saying goes, “From afar, even a mountain tires a horse,” and that was exactly the case now.

Three hundred years passed.

Five hundred years passed.

Using the Earth-Piercing Golden Light Escape Technique continuously, he flew for seven hundred years before finally arriving within the range of Buzhou Mountain.

Upon drawing near, he could already sense the pressure of Pangu’s aura, making flight inconvenient—he could only proceed on foot.

Descending from the sky, Zhong Yue began walking step by step toward the main peak of Buzhou Mountain.

Though each step covered hundreds of zhang, the fact that he was walking still meant he had slowed significantly.

But it didn’t matter. Though he was pressed for time, he could afford this small delay.

Along the way, he surveyed the vastness of heaven and earth, contemplating the great benevolence of Pangu.

Gradually, visions of Buzhou Mountain propping up the sky over the ages seemed to appear before his eyes.

Eternal, desolate, vast—

As if even heaven and earth were unworthy to be compared, as if space and time could not erode it.

Even if the sun and moon faded, rivers and mountains fell silent, and the stars dimmed, Buzhou Mountain would still stand tall and unshakable.

At this moment, though Zhong Yue was still moving forward, the aura around him surged rapidly.

It was as though he had entered a resonance with Buzhou Mountain, and the final trace of incompleteness in his origin energy was suddenly mended.

Finally, Zhong Yue came to a stop.

He stood atop a sharp mountain peak—a side summit of Buzhou Mountain—and immediately sat down.

In an instant, like a full cup overflowing, divine radiance burst from within Zhong Yue’s body as his Origin Heaven Divine Art activated automatically.

Buzz—

The surrounding ley lines surged to life at that moment, radiating outward from Zhong Yue as the centre.

Ten thousand li—

A hundred thousand li—

A million li—

Shall I continue with the breakthrough scene next?

Gradually, the entire earth veins of Buzhou Mountain began to hum softly, as if cheering for one of its kind.

As the Heavenly Pillar, Buzhou Mountain is theoretically the most likely to take form, but at the same time, it is also the least likely.

It is said to have hope, because it holds profound fortune. As Pangu’s spine, it received the most of Pangu’s legacy—more even than the Three Purities.

But it is also said to have no hope, because its foundation is too deep. It inherits directly from Pangu and bears the weight of Heaven and Earth. This karma is far too great—no living being could possibly endure it.

Yet, not taking form does not mean it has no instinct.

As the Heavenly Pillar, it long ago developed its own will. It understood its responsibility and accepted it.

Therefore, it stands tall and unshakable, propping up the sky for all living beings.

But now, having encountered a kindred descendant, it revealed signs of joyous celebration.

At the same time, aware of the difficulty in forming an earth-vein body, it prepared a gift for this junior.

As Zhong Yue’s Yuantianshen Technique circulated within him, countless primal nutrients flowed from the mountain’s veins and poured into his body.

Among these sources, there was a particularly radiant divine light—the largest and most potent.

It was the gift of Buzhou Mountain’s main peak—a hope, a blessing passed down from elder to junior.

As this divine light infused Zhong Yue’s body, it triggered a qualitative leap. His entire being underwent a transformation.

Simultaneously, his cultivation fully stepped into the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

A yellow-brown light radiated from within him, blossoming outward and eventually wrapping around him, forming a massive cocoon.

He sat cross-legged within, surging with spiritual energy. His foundation rapidly elevated, beginning to stride toward the ranks of the innate divine.

At the same time, his cultivation surged. The magical power he had suppressed for so long now burst forth like a river whose dam had broken—roaring and raging through his meridians.

The spiritual energy from the world poured in, forming a giant funnel that channelled directly into Zhong Yue’s body from its centre.

This sudden phenomenon drew the attention of many cultivators. However, some mysterious force in the void seemed to veil the scene, preventing them from discerning any specific details.

Time flowed on—sun rose and set, spring passed into autumn—and in the blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed.

One day, the towering spiritual funnel suddenly halted, then completely dissipated.

At the mountain peak, a giant cocoon lay across the summit, now crisscrossed with cracks.

Gradually, the cracks widened and spread.

Finally, with a resounding boom, the entire cocoon burst apart.

Dust billowed into the air. Mist veiled the sky. Amid the haze, a figure slowly emerged.

“I have a heart of immortality, long sealed by the dust of the world.

Today, the dust is gone and light is born—illuminating ten thousand mountains and rivers.”

The voice was ethereal and ancient, like a whisper carried from the great river of time, each word infused with a sense of the eternal.

As the voice faded—