Chapter 27: Climbing Mount Buzhou and Gaining Enlightenment (3) Recommended Collection

  Climbing Mount Zhou: Reflections (Three) Seeking Recommendations and Favorites

  "Humming~~~~~~"

  The power that can be thought of, Shen Longdong has used it all, Fa Li, Fa Bao, flesh and Tao, but still a little bit short, just a little bit, looking at the top of Mount Buzhou in front of him, Shen Long's dragon roar is filled with intense unwillingness.

  It's no longer about finding treasures on Mount Tai, but about reaching the summit. Simply put, it's just for the sake of reaching the summit. The treasures at the top are all illusions.

  The rumbling sound kept rising, that was Shen Long's footsteps, every step, Shen Long walked with difficulty.

  Every step leaves a deep footprint on the body of Buzhou Mountain, with clear marks of the nine claws of the ancestral dragon.

  With every step he took, the scales on his true dragon body shattered and fell off, turning to dust as they hit the ground. His flesh and blood flew everywhere, a pitiful sight.

  Every step he took, the grand dao pillars around him would crack and shatter, and his heart and soul would suffer severe damage.

  However, in order to climb this Buzhou Mountain, this Honghuang Tianzhu, and not let his heart leave a shadow, Shen Long couldn't care about that much anymore. In his heart, there was only one conviction: Climb the mountain, conquer this great mountain!!!

  The struggling Shen Long opened his dragon mouth, frantically inhaling the clouds condensed from the surrounding chaotic yuanqi, unconsciously letting out a series of mournful dragon cries that revealed his suffering.

  It's getting closer, Shen Long feels it, but his trump card has been used up and he's almost exhausted. The pillar of the Great Way is worn out, the true body of the Ancestral Dragon is blurry and its scales are barely visible. The four giant tripods have become enormous and are operating at overcapacity, on the verge of shattering at any moment. The Purple Golden Ruyi is constantly extracting Shen Long's merits, emitting a brilliant purple glow, but due to the excessive extraction of merits, the pressure it bears is also the greatest. As a result, the Purple Golden Ruyi is now covered in cracks due to the overwhelming pressure.

  The consumption of the bottom card made Shen Long's physical pressure greater, and Shen Long continued to move forward, but it was already very slow. After a long time, he could finally hear a loud rumbling sound of footsteps.

  "Is it over?" Shen Long's footsteps became heavier, his heart filled with anxiety.

  Consciousness began to blur, footsteps started to float, eyelids seemed to be closing, Shen Long felt very sleepy, wanting to sleep, tired, really too tired.

  "Hummmmmm~~~~~~"

  Zijin Ruyi suddenly emitted a clear and crisp sword hum, issuing a warning that temporarily pulled Shen Long back from that state. Shen Long's eyes cleared up again, slightly raising his head to look at Zijin Ruyi, on which several more cracks had appeared.

  Shen Long felt the four large tripods again. Although they were not injured, they had all reached their limits. In a weak voice, he said:

  "Come back, all of you."

  With a buzz, the four large tripods returned to Shen Long's dantian, and the injuries on Shen Long's body immediately worsened. The Zi Jin Ruyi immediately extracted a strand of merit from Shen Long's body and sprinkled it on his body, while making a low humming noise, protesting against Shen Long.

  The purple gold Ruyi was born with spiritual intelligence and had its own intuitive judgment, unlike the four large tripods, it did not hesitate to increase the cracks on its body again, continuing to withstand the pressure for Shen Long.

  Shen Long looked at Zi Jin Ruyi and smiled, but still opened his dragon mouth, disregarding Zi Jin Ruyi's opposition, and took Zi Jin Ruyi into the Mud Ball Palace.

  At this time, the pressure of the entire Zhōu Shān was all on Shen Long's body. The Great Dao pillars around Shen Long quickly collapsed, leaving only the true body of the Ancestral Dragon. The damage to the Ancestral Dragon's true body also became more and more severe.

  "Mount Buzhou, Mount Buzhou." Shen Long muttered to himself, his tone filled with inexplicable emotions - regret, helplessness, reverence, and defiance.

  Shen Long is now completely overwhelmed, like being crushed by a mountain, unable to muster even a thread of strength, let alone climb up the mountain.

  Like this, Shen Long stared at the mountain top, quietly lying down, if not for opening his dragon mouth to breathe in the chaotic yuan qi on the mountain, one would have thought he had fallen.

  Lying on the mountain, Shen Long thought of many things, including the trivial matters of his past life, news records, heroic biographies, mythological legends, and his travels in this life.

  "Unyielding, unyielding, unyielding......" In Shen Long's mind, the repeated storm filtered out examples of heroic successes and got two words: unyielding.

  "That's right, unyielding," Shen Long's eyes lit up, looking at the mountain top, and said in his mouth, "Unyielding, never yield, if there is no heart that never yields, how can we succeed."

  "If there is no courage to fight against heaven and earth, how can one challenge oneself?"

  "If even a mountain can't be climbed, how can one possibly become enlightened?"

  "This little pressure, what's the big deal? I'm going forward, forward, who cares about the pressure."

  Shen Long looked at the great mountain, as if speaking to the mountain, but also speaking to himself. Every word was a direct reflection of his heart. His voice grew louder and louder, like thunder covering the world.

  As he spoke, a mysterious aura rose around Shen Long, this aura contained an unyielding will, surrounding Shen Long and enveloping him.

  "Get up"

  Shen Long let out a loud roar, his body slowly getting up from the ground. Although it was difficult, looking at Shen Long's unyielding fighting spirit, it seemed like no pressure could suppress him.

  "I'm going forward no matter what, so what if the pressure is greater?"

  Looking at the mountain top, Shen Long shouted loudly, his voice carrying far away. Fortunately, the pressure around Mount Zhou was too great, and no ancient creatures had set up their dens here, or else they would have disturbed the people again.

  "Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~"

  A loud roar, Shen Long took a step forward, his first step, without any magical artifacts or divine paths.

  Although it was a small step, Shen Long's journey was extremely arduous, with wounds on his flesh and even scars on his dragon bones, making crackling sounds.

  However, after this small step, Shen Long's true dragon body suddenly emitted a mysterious and profound aura, the surrounding chaotic yuanqi changed, clouds were torn apart, and began to gather towards Shen Long, repairing his ancestral dragon body.

  And with this small step, Shen Long's mind was drawn into his own Dao realm. In the Dao realm, he couldn't feel any pressure at all. A mysterious and profound feeling rose to his mind, and Shen Long suddenly understood.

  In the midst of the journey through the mountains and rivers, I suddenly remembered Shen Long's heart's voice: He is strong because he is strong, the clear wind sweeps across the mountain ridge. He is arrogant because he is arrogant, the bright moon shines on the great river.

  Yes, Shen Long is just for climbing, whether its pressure is strong or weak, I am just to conquer the Mount Tai.

  Thinking of this, the true body of Shenlong outside seemed to feel no pressure at all. The entire true body of Shenlong seemed to merge with Mount Buzhou and become one with heaven and earth.

  Although Shen Long's mind was drawn into the Dao realm, his body still retained a kind of obsession due to the 129,000 years of climbing. He continued to climb step by step, but this time Shen Long's body had no pressure at all. The True Body of the Ancestral Dragon took each step lightly and effortlessly, without leaving any footprints or making any sound.

  Finally, Shen Long's true dragon body climbed to the top of the mountain, and this climbing movement that lasted for a whole yuan finally came to an end. The true dragon body was on the mountain head, unconscious, crawling up, breathing in the primordial energy.

  At this time, the entire Kunlun Mountain began to become chaotic, and the primordial gas of chaos formed a surge of tides that surged throughout the mountain, immediately startling the great powers around Kunlun Mountain.

  Compared with this chaotic tide, Shen Long's many years of crawling on Mount Buzhou only made a ripple in the vast ocean.

  The surroundings of Mount Buzhou, those super powerful beings all rushed out of their caves to observe the situation.

  The old Taoist holding the jade slip, with the jade slip floating in front of his chest, his hands forming a hand seal, the hand seal blooming like a lotus flower, began to deduce. After a while, the old man stopped. He looked at Mount Tai in disbelief:

  "Besides Poor Road, someone else has climbed to the top of Not Weekly Mountain."

  Having said that, the old Taoist stood up and his figure disappeared from sight.

  The abyssal world, Mozu Luo Hou also felt it. Those who can climb to the top of the Unweek Mountain are all figures that can threaten himself, and his mood is naturally not good. He let out a loud roar towards the abyssal space.

  "Come quickly to see me without delay."

  Everyone help out, recommend and collect!!!!!