Chapter 14
In a corner of the Great Wasteland, there stands a mountain range that never quite meets, known as Mount Buzhou.
For all living beings in the Primordial World, Mount Buzhou is a place of pilgrimage and reverence, as well as a land brimming with countless opportunities and fortunes.
At the very beginning of creation, the Great God Pangu transformed his body into everything within the Primordial World.
Aside from those Chaos Demon Gods who severed a part of themselves and survived in hiding, virtually all Innate Divine beings carry the legacy of Pangu within them.
As long as living beings of the Primordial World journey to Mount Buzhou with sincere hearts and firm determination, they are almost always rewarded by the mountain itself.
This truth has been proven over endless years.
To climb Mount Buzhou and receive a true blessing from it brings boundless benefits to one's future path of Dao.
Approaching Mount Buzhou, Fuguang's mind stirred with the many legends surrounding the mountain.
Indeed.
Even for an Innate Divine being like Fuguang, the existence of Mount Buzhou is shrouded in numerous legends.
"Once I take the God-Slaying Gourd, I'll take advantage of the momentum and climb Mount Buzhou as well."
Looking at Mount Buzhou, which was already visible in the distance though still quite far away, Fuguang made up his mind.
The opportunities of Mount Buzhou were certainly worth exploring.
What if he was fortunate enough to catch the eye of Mount Buzhou, earning some favors and guidance?
In any case, it was all right along the way.
Before long, Fuguang, driving the Golden Crow Rainbow Technique, arrived near Mount Buzhou.
"The opportunity is right over here."
Guided by the clear intuition of fate, Fuguang transformed into a golden rainbow, streaking at immense speed toward a particular mountain ridge of Mount Buzhou.
On a certain ridge of Mount Buzhou, a gathering of Daluo Golden Immortals, radiating powerful auras, had already assembled.
Among them were many formidable figures:
The Pangu Three Pure Ones, appearing in forms of youth, middle age, and old age.
Nuwa, standing proudly and aloof.
Hongyun, the good-natured old man in crimson robes.
Beside them, several other Daluo Golden Immortals were also present.
Everyone remained silent, quietly waiting for the seven glowing treasure gourds, radiating innate spiritual light upon the ridge, to fully ripen and manifest into the world.
There were only seven treasure gourds.
Although one of them was merely a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, it was still a fine prize for everyone present.
Who would ever complain about having too many spiritual treasures?
Just as the crowd waited quietly in stillness:
Hum—
A streak of golden rainbow pierced through the void.
Following that, Fuguang's figure materialized in mid-air.
He glanced at the scene before him:
Those destined to obtain the treasure gourds in his memories had all arrived, along with several other Daluo Golden Immortals whose names he had never heard.
It seemed a fierce battle was about to break out!
Noticing the less-than-friendly atmosphere among the crowd, Fuguang pondered quietly to himself.
At the same time, he offered a greeting to the gathered immortals:
"Greetings, fellow Daoists!"
Faced with Fuguang's politeness, the aloof Three Pure Ones gave no response; the equally cold Nuwa ignored him completely; and the various unknown Daluo Golden Immortals turned a blind eye.
Only Hongyun, the good-natured old man, returned the greeting.
To this, Fuguang paid not the slightest heed—
Whether he was polite was his own affair, and whether others were polite was theirs.
Looking at the spiritual treasures on the verge of ripening, he knew clearly:
Once the treasure gourds matured, a melee would erupt instantly.
Deep in thought, Fuguang began making thorough preparations for battle.
Hum!
With a lift of his hand, he directly summoned his top-grade acquired merit spiritual treasures: the Wujue Plate and the Ink Sea.
The Wujue Plate cast a protective golden light around Fuguang, while ink poured out from the Ink Sea, transforming into a dark-yellow ribbon that floated just outside the golden barrier of the Wujue Plate.
Fuguang's actions caused the earlier arrivals to twitch their eyebrows, and quite a few immediately summoned their own magical treasures, watching him with tense expressions.
Seeing this, Fuguang blinked as if only just realizing their reaction.
Then, he smiled with an entirely harmless expression:
"Fellow Daoists, please, there's no need to be tense!"
"This poor Daoist sensed my opportunity and came here, originally thinking the acquisition would go smoothly, but I never imagined I wouldn't be the only one fated with these treasures."
"Since everyone is here, it proves we are all fated parties, and surely no one intends to simply walk away."
"A fight is bound to happen shortly."
With those words, Fuguang summoned yet another treasure: the top-grade acquired merit spiritual treasure, the Scripture of Ten Thousand Characters.
Three thousand ancestral glyphs and one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred derivative glyphs leaped forth from the scripture, transforming into a precious robe that draped directly over Fuguang's body.
He continued:
"This poor Daoist is merely a scholar and not well-versed in slaughter, so I am simply making a few preparations. I ask that fellow Daoists pay it no mind."
At the same time, Fuguang produced another top-grade acquired merit spiritual treasure, the Autumn Hair Brush:
"My offensive spiritual treasures are somewhat lacking, making me a laughingstock before you all."
Watching Fuguang arming himself to the teeth and then pulling out the Autumn Hair Brush—a weapon known for killing without incurring karma—the crowd's mouths twitched involuntarily.
Of course, even with all this, they still hadn't really taken Fuguang seriously.
For no other reason than—
Fuguang looked truly easy to bully!
Yet the very next moment, the gazes of the crowd gradually glazed over.
Fuguang, holding the Autumn Hair Brush, did not stop his movements.
An entire set of merit spiritual treasure chessboards, chess pieces, and bowls were pulled out:
"Forgive my display. Hehehe..."
Following that, another complete set of chess and international chess merit spiritual treasures was conjured forth:
"I simply have a few too many little toys, but it never hurts to be prepared!"
"..."
Very quickly, Fuguang was surrounded by a multitude of merit spiritual treasures of varying grades, and the shimmering, flickering golden light of merit caused the expressions of everyone present to change completely.
This bastard—
Didn't he have way too many merit spiritual treasures?
Even the tiniest chess piece revolving around him carried a substantial amount of merit!
Just when on earth—
had this fellow Fuguang managed to acquire so much Heavenly Dao Merit?!