Volume 1 Chapter 3 The Bear Suppressed by Its Own Spirit Treasure
The years were uncounted, and it was unknown how long had passed when Zhuang Xiong finally slowly woke up. Unfortunately, he was still suppressed by the Lingbao fragment pillar, and Zhuang Xiong had long been powerless to retort. With a sweep of his divine consciousness, he finally saw clearly his own situation - he had turned into a giant grey bear. Although not as perverted as Pangu, the huge pillar that was as thick as Pangu's waist only suppressed Zhuang Xiong's body, with a bear head exposed outside, meaning Zhuang Xiong's height was enough to be comparable to Pangu's waist.
It's worth noting that Zhuang Xiong's body is not ordinary, with a congenital spiritual foundation as deep as the earth, and having absorbed the essence of 3,000 magical spirits. Even if only one percent of the essence remains, the sheer quantity would still trigger a qualitative change. Moreover, there are also fragments of divine treasures left over from Pangu's creation of the world, all of which have been merged into Zhuang Xiong's body by his accumulated merits. This is an extraordinary opportunity and creation, if not suppressed under Mount Buzhou, Zhuang Xiong would be almost invincible in the vast wilderness.
Unfortunately, the invincible Zhuang Xiong is still being suppressed under Mount Buzhou. By the time he is born, it's likely that the era of saints roaming the earth and quasi-saints being worthless will have arrived, and the legend of invincibility will be destined to elude him.
Even if Zhuang Xiong was mixed in the knowledge explosion of the 21st century, and had been mixed at the starting point for countless years, he had seen the rise of the great gods, but in this situation, he really didn't know what to do. For now, he could only put it aside, mobilize the power of his primordial spirit, and carefully examine the changes within himself. Don't ask me why Zhuang Xiong would use his primordial spirit's divine sense; this thing had been catalyzed by the power of merit, and had long since merged with Zhuang Xiong's soul, catalyzing its growth, just like how we use our eyes to look at things, it was an instinct, he could see whenever he wanted.
Zhuang Xiong took a look and was indeed able to see some things. The round ball that brought him through the dimensional rift was actually the original source of the Earth Spirit. When Zhuang Xiong had not yet crossed over, this Earth Spirit was born with a loyal and honest nature, with great virtue and kindness, and did not participate in the chaos caused by the Four Spirits. It hid perfectly under Pangu's feet, but as a result, it was still suppressed by Pangu at Mount Buzhou. The Earth Spirit had no strength to resist and was ultimately erased.
However, under the pressure of the surroundings, it did not disperse. After countless years and months, it finally re-gathered its true spirit, transformed into a physical form, and continuously shrunk its body, condensing its essence, reducing its surface area, and then dug a tunnel to escape. As a result, this unlucky earth spirit had just dug out of Mount Buzhou when it encountered the great war between witches and demons. The earth spirit dug its way up, and with great difficulty, finally appeared on the surface. At that moment, it felt a mix of emotions, and with a loud slap, it struck Mount Buzhou.
The divine power of the earth is unmatched, and this slap was not trivial. Who would have thought that Gonggong's anger would collide with Mount Buzhou, also colliding with the Earth Spirit at the same time? Under the double effect, Mount Buzhou suddenly broke. This miserable Earth Spirit, the Heavenly Way felt the breaking of Mount Buzhou due to the slap of the Earth Spirit, and Gonggong's collision with the Earth Spirit also collided with Mount Buzhou, similarly implicating it. As a result, more than half of the boundless karma was borne by the Earth Spirit.
At that time, the land spirit did not have Zhuang's two successful virtues, and was dispersed and merged into the remaining Buzhou Mountain to stabilize the earth. The yuan god was also entangled by karma all day long, and died of depression. Therefore, there has never been any legend about him.
The land spirit was so miserable that even the most honest person couldn't bear it, and a bellyful of resentment condensed but didn't erupt. The heavenly way was moved, and after the six paths of reincarnation appeared, he was cast into the underworld to be reborn, in order to dilute this resentment. One of those lives was Jiang Ziya from Investiture of the Gods.
However, this resentment is not trivial. The suppressed resentment, the inexplicable death at birth, and the resentment of being deprived of the four-phase five-line honor position were all triggered. Although the cycle of a hundred generations has reduced it by more than half, the remaining bit is even more refined, and no matter what, it cannot be reduced. The Heavenly Way was moved, so he sent him back to the beginning of the opening of the sky, hoping to resolve this resentment from the very beginning with Pangu's transformation. As for Zhuang Xiong, he just happened to touch the sphere and was brought along, which was an accident.
Heaven and earth were first opened, Taiji had two instruments, three talents, four phases, five elements, six combinations, seven stars, eight trigrams, and nine palaces. All things were born from this. As a result, the pre-heavenly four spirits were originally the pre-heavenly four phases, but they were all destroyed by Pangu. The five elements had to take over, with Qinglong, Baihu, Zhuque, and Xuanwu. The original earth fire water wind became gold wood water fire, and the earth element was also missing in the five elements. In the end, a Qilin that played with fire was used as a auspicious beast to suppress the central earth god. Actually, the earth spirit was originally the earth spirit of the pre-heavenly four phases.
The earth is thick and virtuous, carrying all things. It is also the body of the earth in the five elements. Its foundation is deep and solid, but unfortunately, it was destroyed as soon as it appeared in the world and disappeared into the passage of time. To know that this position is not ordinary, one must be recognized by the Heavenly Way. Although it is not a sage, it is also an indestructible existence. Most importantly, its merits are not comparable to those of the Three Sovereigns, and its cultivation can still be improved. After countless years, it will eventually become a saint.
Zhuang Xiong inherited the great opportunity of the land spirit, part of the essence of the three thousand demons, and also had the protection of merit, most importantly, he was not annihilated when Pangu transformed into all things, and unexpectedly gained countless time, barely having a thread of life.
Zhuang Xiong scanned his body several times, and the spiritual treasure inside was shrouded in mist, not yet formed. For a while, he didn't even know what it was. Zhuang Xiong decided to start his weight loss plan for survival first. In fact, Di Ling's method was a bit clumsy, but it was indeed effective. Just like a mouse that can't run away when pressed to the ground, an ant might be able to crawl out. Although Zhuang Xiong didn't want to be an ant, he could only temporarily develop in the direction of an ant for survival.
Zhuang Xiong's weight loss was not an easy task, as his body was already a concentrated essence, infused with the essences of 3,000 demon gods and fragments of spiritual treasures. It was difficult to compress, let alone Zhuang Xiong's massive body, which made it a painstaking process. As they say, fortune and disaster are intertwined, and gains and losses are hard to distinguish. Having obtained a great opportunity, he also increased the difficulty of escaping his predicament.
Zhuang Xiong didn't have any good ideas at the time, and when he transmigrated, he only brought a bit of Jade Clear Immortal Technique with him. Unfortunately, Jiang Ziya's karma was too strong, his talent was too poor, and he was destined to be an abandoned son, so they were all just some basic immortal techniques. The 3,000 demon gods also had some divine powers infused in them, but they were all used to strengthen the fleshly body. Zhuang Xiong couldn't even compress it yet, how could he possibly expand?
After thinking for many days, Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He had spent countless years tempering his physical body, and even after the Great War of the Sorcerers and Demons, he was still unwilling to wait that long to be reborn. Everywhere would be filled with powerful gods, and anyone could easily kill him with a casual slap. It was hard enough to cross over into the Primordial Chaos, so how could he brag about it when he returned? Moreover, Gonggong's collision with Mount Buzhou might have caused some changes to this foundation, who knows what would happen if it were to collapse.
So, there's only one way to go, put yourself in a dead end and then be reborn, increase your cultivation, either transform or become strong enough to hold up the pillar and come out, even if you can't get out by the time of the Witch War, having more power means having more self-preservation ability, which is much better than spending countless years doing useless work.
Zhuang Xiong took out the Jade Clear Scripture from his memory, fortunately, it was all basic parts, and the explanation was very detailed, making it easy to get started. Zhuang Xiong immediately became immersed in cultivation. The pressure of Pangu and Hun Dun's magic god constantly tempered Zhuang Xiong's yuan soul, while the squeeze of Zhoushan and Lingbao fragment pillar trained Zhuang Xiong's physical body at all times. Zhuang Xiong's cultivation was just going with the trend, and his progress was rapid. If he had chosen a weight loss plan, it would have been twice the effort for half the result.
Cultivation knows no bounds of time, for the Zhōu mountains have always been the place where the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is most concentrated. Moreover, Zhuāng Xióng's physical body has always been situated between the Primordial Chaos and the Pre-Heavenly realms. Whether it be the Pre-Heavenly Spiritual Energy or the Three Thousand Devil Gods' Chaotic Yuan Force, both types of spiritual energy share a common origin and can be absorbed and refined. As he began to cultivate, a massive vortex of spiritual energy instantly formed around him, with boundless spiritual energy surging into his body and rapidly transforming into Zhuāng Xióng's own spiritual energy.
Zhuang Xiong's strength was simply incredible, it could be described as "a thousand miles in a day". His body continued to grow bigger and bigger, step by step, until all four limbs were exposed. His body shape had increased by at least twice its original size.
In the vast and endless expanse, time lost all meaning, and he didn't know how long he had been cultivating. On this day, Zhuang Xiong finally felt that he was about to take shape. His spiritual energy absorption speed increased by several folds, and countless spiritual energies surged in, gradually exceeding Zhuang Xiong's absorption speed. The excess spiritual energy surrounded Zhuang Xiong, gradually forming an egg composed of yuanqi. Gaseous, liquid, solid.
The spiritual egg gradually became more and more solid. The quantitative change caused a qualitative change, as the saying goes, "when things reach an extreme, they must reverse". When the yuanqi egg was solidified to its limit, it finally led to fragmentation. At first, there were only a few cracks, and with a few crisp sounds of "crack crack crack", all the spiritual energy suddenly burst out in opposite directions, followed by a deafening roar, and then... nothing.
At this time, Zhuang Xiong had transformed into a human form, which was called the Pre-Heavenly Dao Body. He was about 1.9 meters tall and had a naive smile on his face, which looked like he was in his early twenties. However, due to his reduced body size, he was completely buried under the pillar. Zhuang Xiong didn't get angry and instead used his innate divine ability to dig tunnels. Compared to the years of being suppressed, being able to see hope again made him feel happy. He was already very satisfied and while digging, he dreamed of punching the Three Purities and stepping on the Ancestral Witch. When he got bored, he would use his primordial spirit to refine the fragments of the Lingbao Pillar.
It's not that Zhuang Xiong had the intention of refining the pillar into his own treasure, but rather when he transformed earlier, he felt that the few parts of his merit that had merged with the Lingbao fragments had actually merged to form a piece of Lingbao, which existed within this pillar, and accompanied him day and night, also accompanying Zhuang Xiong's transformation, and could be considered as half of Zhuang Xiong's congenital spirit treasure.
Zhuang Xiong's congenital spiritual treasure was not small, it existed in his body, but had not yet fully formed and was still gestating, so half a congenital spiritual treasure could be considered Zhuang Xiong's first magical artifact.
That Lingbao is still in the fragments of Lingbao, Zhuang Xiong can't find the right direction. With Zhuang Xiong's basic mantra, he hasn't been able to refine it too deeply and can only slowly polish it with his yuan Shen.
Like this, Zhuang Xiong rode the wave of enthusiasm, when he was bored, he would polish his magical treasures, and when he was tired, he would practice his magical techniques. One excavation lasted for a hundred years, and even his magical powers became more refined and profound. On this day, he finally felt that something was off. To say that Zhuang Xiong had been excavating the earth for a hundred years, even if the earth were extremely solid, it should have already been dug to an unknown depth, so why was he still in a suppressed state?
Zhuang Xiong carefully sensed, but it turned out that the Lingbao fragment pillar's central part still had a small pillar, like purple jade, smooth and transparent, about three feet in diameter. It was pressing down on Zhuang Xiong's body, and as he dug deeper, the purple pillar also slid down with him, always pressing down on his body. Zhuang Xiong carefully sensed that it was actually his own congenital Lingbao, which had been suppressing him for a hundred years? Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but want to cry without tears.
