Eternal Time and Space

Chapter 53 Supreme Being

Mo Yun continued upwards and stopped in a valley filled with crystal-clear light.

The valley is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and a stream formed by the convergence of liquid energy flows through it. The stream is crystal clear, and the bottom is covered with colorful pebbles.

A gnarled vine grows by the stream, its trunk twisting like a dragon, its leaves silvery-white. Beneath the vine, a crystal-clear jade pot floats quietly in mid-air. The pot is no bigger than a palm, its entire body shimmering with iridescent light, and seven-colored rays of light constantly emerge from its spout.

The Flowing Light Pot is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. It creates its own space-time, capable of containing all things and reversing the flow of light. It can capture enemies and, in an instant, subject them to the erosion of ten thousand years, turning them into withered bones.

Mo Yun put the Flowing Light Pot into the lotus flower and continued upward.

Within a vast array shrouded in mist, a treasure bag, entirely sky-blue in color, floated in the void, its opening slightly ajar, within which endless water light surged.

The Heavenly Water Bag is another mid-grade innate spiritual treasure. It forms its own water realm, capable of containing water from all four seas and overturning heaven and earth. A single bag of water poured out can submerge millions of miles of mountains and rivers.

Mo Yun put the Heavenly Water Bag into the lotus flower and continued upwards.

Another thousand years have passed, and Moyun has crossed half of Buzhou Mountain. On the mountainside, the spiritual energy is even more abundant, and the Daoist charm is even more profound. However, the number of rare and precious materials has decreased. This is not because of the barrenness, but because rare and precious materials that can grow at this altitude need to be of higher quality. Ordinary spiritual herbs simply cannot withstand the pressure of the spiritual energy here, let alone the pressure of Pangu that permeates the mountainside above Buzhou Mountain.

Pangu is dead, but his aura remains. Mount Buzhou is formed from his spine, and his will remains within the mountain. The higher one goes, the stronger this aura becomes.

For all living beings in the primordial world, this pressure was sacred, awe-inspiring, and a protection left to future generations by the great god Pangu. But for Mo Yun, this pressure was like fine needles pricking his mind, making him very uncomfortable.

Mo Yun was about to continue upwards when his expression suddenly changed.

According to his divine sense, tens of thousands of miles ahead, in a deep and mysterious ravine, there was an extremely subtle yet extremely familiar aura flowing.

This aura was concealed by the great formation, and Mo Yun would not have been able to detect it if his divine sense had not been strong enough.

With a flash, Mo Yun appeared in the Xuanjian Valley.

The Xuanjian Gorge is bottomless, with steep cliffs on both sides. The bottom of the gorge is filled with a thick, impenetrable spiritual mist, within which four colors of light can be faintly seen flowing: blue, red, yellow, and white. These four colors intertwine and entwine, enveloping the entire Xuanjian Gorge in a layer of flowing four-colored light curtain.

There was already a person standing in the Xuanjian.

An elderly man with white hair, a white beard reaching his chest, white eyebrows reaching his temples, a gaunt face, and an indifferent expression, wearing a gray-white Taoist robe and holding a whisk, stood deep in the Xuanjian Gorge, looking up at the huge banana tree on the gorge wall.

Sensing Mo Yun's arrival, the old man turned around, looked at Mo Yun, and his aura fluctuated slightly for a moment before returning to calm.

Mo Yun ignored the old man and looked past him, his gaze landing on the banana tree on the ravine wall.

This is a giant banana tree, hundreds of feet tall, rooted in the deepest crevice of the Xuanjian Gorge. Its bark is bronze, gnarled and twisted, like bronze dragons intertwined. Its canopy is like a canopy, with four huge banana leaves hanging down from it, each a different color.

Yellow leaves surge with the weight of the earth, green leaves surge with the sharpness of the wind, black leaves surge with the gentleness of the water, and red leaves surge with the ferocity of fire. The four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire flow endlessly on the four banana leaves. Every sway of the leaves will cause the four elements of power in the Xuanjian Valley to resonate and emit a deep hum.

The Four Symbols Banana Tree is a top-tier innate spiritual root.

Mo Yun's eyes gleamed. He had only ever seen the Fusang tree on the Sun Star, the Laurel tree on the Moon Star, and the Five-Needle Pine that he had already integrated into the Mortal Prison before.

The five-needle pine is a top-tier innate spiritual root, and the four-symbol banana tree is also a top-tier innate spiritual root. The five-needle pine contains the five elements, and the four-symbol banana tree contains the four symbols. Both the five elements and the four symbols are differentiations from the origin of heaven and earth, but the four symbols are more ancient and closer to chaos than the five elements.

Earth, wind, water, and fire are the four fundamental elements at the time of creation. When Pangu separated heaven and earth, chaos differentiated, and the first to be born were earth, wind, water, and fire, followed by the five elements and the eight trigrams. The value of the banana tree of the four elements is even higher than that of the five-needle pine.

The old man looked at Mo Yun and took the initiative to speak: "The Daoist disciple Taishang greets Daoist Mo Yun."

Mo Yun shifted his gaze from the Four Symbols Banana Tree to the old man, scrutinizing the white-haired Taoist priest. After scanning the man with his divine sense, his brows furrowed.

The Supreme Being possessed the aura of Pangu, though faint, its purity was extremely high.

"Are you a descendant of Pangu?"

Facing Mo Yun's scrutiny, the old man remained indifferent and nodded slightly: "Indeed."

Mo Yun's gaze gradually turned cold as he looked at Tai Shang, his voice as sharp as a knife: "You should know that I am a Chaos God and Demon, and that Pangu and I have a great karmic connection."

Upon hearing this, the Supreme Lord remained silent.

As Hongjun's disciple, he naturally knew Moyun's origins. Taishang inherited part of Pangu's origin and bloodline, and he also inherited this cause and effect, which he could neither avoid nor escape.

Mo Yun looked at Tai Shang and remained silent for a moment. In the Xuanjian Valley, the atmosphere was as still as ice. The leaves of the Four Symbols Banana Tree swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound. The power of the four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire flowed in the valley, reflecting the two people's faces in an uncertain light and shadow.

Then Mo Yun withdrew his gaze and did not make a move. Tai Shang inherited Pan Gu's bloodline, but Tai Shang was not Pan Gu.

With a wave of his sleeve, Mo Yun uprooted the Four Symbols Banana Tree. The enormous banana tree shrank in the starlight, transforming into a miniature banana tree about three feet tall, with four leaves swaying gently above its canopy.

Mo Yun put it into his sleeve and turned to leave.

As he passed by the Supreme Lord, Mo Yun paused slightly and said in a cold voice.

"A descendant of Pangu actually takes Hongjun as his master, how laughable."

After saying that, Mo Yun took a step and his figure disappeared into the Xuanjian Valley.

The Supreme One stood still, his expression still indifferent, but his Taoist robes fluttered for a long time without wind after Mo Yun left, before slowly calming down.

Moyun is still on the rise.

After crossing the Xuanjian Gorge, the mountain suddenly became steep. The lower half of Buzhou Mountain was a slope, while the upper half was a near-vertical cliff. Not a blade of grass grew on the cliff, only exposed rocks and swirling spiritual mist. Pangu's oppressive aura was so strong here that it was almost tangible, and every inch of rock exuded a suffocating sense of pressure.

Mo Yun, braving the oppressive force, ascended upwards, passing through the sea of ​​wind, thunder, and clouds, traversing the celestial star sea, and finally reaching the summit of Mount Buzhou.