Chapter 152: The Sacred Transformation of Nanluo

On the thirteenth of May at Mount Buzhou, the silver moon gradually receded as the radiant sun slowly rose in the east.

In the nameless valley, the Nether Demon Emperor had long since departed, leaving only Nan Luo sitting in solitary isolation.

The mottled sunlight of the newly risen sun filtered through the mist-like sea of spiritual energy, falling upon Nan Luo's purple-gold divine robe.

As if awakened by the spots of sunlight, Nan Luo slowly raised his head, gazing up at the sky where the great sun was reflected within his golden pupils.

Staring at the great sun in the firmament, Nan Luo suddenly made a mad decision in his heart.

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, the great sun hung high in the zenith, bestowing its sunlight upon all living creatures across the primeval land.

The summit of Mount Buzhou was a stone platform spanning a hundred miles in radius.

At this moment, a golden figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the platform, slowly approaching the summit, approaching the peak of Mount Buzhou.

Panting heavily, Nan Luo stepped onto the summit of Mount Buzhou step by step, his gait arduous and heavy.

Yet Nan Luo's pair of golden pupils burned brighter and more dazzling than ever before, resembling the great sun in the zenith, too brilliant to be gazed upon directly.

Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of the Great God Pangu, serving as the ancestor of all mountains in the primordial world.

As the ancestral mountain of all mountains in the primordial universe, it was guarded by hundreds of millions of spiritual veins beneath its roots.

The closer one got to Mount Buzhou, the denser the spiritual energy became across the hundreds of millions of miles surrounding it.

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, the spiritual energy had liquefied and then solidified, transforming into various living entities that roamed freely—divine dragons circling the skies, phoenixes soaring through the nine heavens, and qilin guarding the firm earth.

Every step Nan Luo took as he climbed to the summit of Mount Buzhou was a contest against the endless spiritual energy of the sacred mountain, a battle against the hundreds of millions of spiritual veins slumbering beneath it.

Even more terrifyingly, numerous remnants of Pangu's will lingered at the summit of Mount Buzhou.

Though these remnants of Pangu's will did not actively attack Nan Luo, they pressed down upon his body, intended to make him retreat in the face of insurmountable difficulty.

How mighty was the will of Pangu? A mere sliver of it was sufficient to crush a ten-thousand-foot mountain range.

Nan Luo could no longer estimate how many strands of Pangu's will existed at the summit; he only felt as though countless ten-thousand-foot mountains were piled upon his back, and that the very next moment he would be crushed flat to the earth, never to rise again.

Yet Nan Luo gritted his teeth, pressing forward step by footstep toward the summit of the sacred mountain.

Under the crushing oppression of Mount Buzhou's endless spiritual energy and the multitude of Pangu's wills, Nan Luo's mind grew hazy. Every step he took left a deep footprint, firmly imprinted upon the summit of Buzhou.

Gradually, these footprints merged with the very substance of the summit, defying wind and rain, impossible to erode or detach from the unyielding will of Nan Luo that they bore.

Not only was Nan Luo's spirit suppressed by Pangu's will to the point of delirium, but under the crushing weight of the sacred mountain's infinite spiritual energy, his physical body seemed on the verge of bending.

Nan Luo had already attained the realm of a half-saint, and his physical form had correspondingly transformed into that of a half-saint.

Yet beneath the immense pressure of Mount Buzhou's spiritual energy, his purple-gold holy bones appeared to be warping.

Even the purple-gold holy bones of a half-saint seemed incapable of bearing the weight of Mount Buzhou.

With his purple-gold bones thus bowed and his consciousness clouded, Nan Luo continued to trudge toward the summit, leaving one deep footprint after another.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the pair of golden pupils in Nan Luo's eyes, growing increasingly luminous and dazzling—brighter than ever before, matching the great sun in the zenith, impossible to look upon directly.

Within Nan Luo's gradually chaotic consciousness, an unknown duration of time passed before he suddenly felt a lightness in his body, as if the countless ten-thousand-foot mountains pressing upon him had been lifted away.

Suddenly released from the burden, Nan Luo could no longer suppress the exhaustion of his body and mind; his knees buckled slightly, and he collapsed prone onto the ground, even his radiant, zenith-sun-like golden pupils slowly closing.

Looking down from the nine heavens, upon the hundred-mile stone platform at the summit of Mount Buzhou, Nan Luo lay face down in tatters within his ruined purple-gold divine robe, motionless.

Only the deep footprints stretching from the sixty-thousand-foot mountainside up to the ninety-thousand-foot summit of Mount Buzhou remained to engrave and commemorate Nan Luo's indestructible, indomitable will and his unbreakable physical shell.

Just as Nan Luo fell into a deep slumber, the solid spiritual energy at the summit—the countless divine beasts formed of spiritual essence—rushed forward in a scramble to pour into Nan Luo's body, nourishing and healing the traumas inflicted upon his flesh.

Visible to the naked eye, the golden hue within Nan Luo's purple-gold holy bones gradually faded under the nourishment of the endless solidified spiritual beasts, leaving behind pure and noble purple holy bones.

This supreme and noble purple skeletal frame belonged to a body at the realm of the Primordial Golden Immortal of Hundun.

During this process of physical transformation, the three hundred and sixty-five primeval principal stars that Nan Luo had once engraved into his flesh correspondingly seeped into his purple bones.

Upon the surface of the purple skeleton, three hundred and sixty-five primeval stars shimmered with brilliant light.

More astonishingly, the lingering fragments of Pangu's will at the summit of Mount Buzhou also seeped like threads of silk into Nan Luo's sea of consciousness, expanding and broadening it.

Nan Luo's sea of consciousness had originally been a golden ocean brimming with boundless divine sense, incomparably noble.

Now, under the reshaping power of Pangu's will, that noble golden sea of consciousness gradually evolved and ascended into a profound black universe.

During this evolutionary process, Nan Luo's half-saint mental energy was completely exhausted.

Within the dark universe, no stars existed, nor any trace of mental energy.

Once the transformation of Nan Luo's physical body and sea of consciousness was complete, the remnants of Pangu's will atop Mount Buzhou slowly receded, and the spiritual beasts of solidified energy ceased their influx, soaring away to roam freely.

When the great sun in the sky had risen and set nine times, once again hanging high in the zenith, Nan Luo, who lay sleeping upon the earth, finally slowly opened his pair of golden pupils, his consciousness gradually returning to his body.

Upon recovering his awareness, Nan Luo did not immediately stand up. Instead, he rolled over onto his back, gazing up at the sky, continuing to lie at the summit of Mount Buzhou while calmly watching the great sun above.

He was simply too exhausted; Nan Luo truly did not wish to move a single muscle.

Just as Nan Luo watched the sun and prepared to let his thoughts wander, the golden pupil of his left eye abruptly transformed into a wheel of the great sun.

Boom!

Drawn by Nan Luo's left eye, the great sun in the sky instantly blasted down a pillar of light brimming with solar energy.

The pillar of light, laden with solar power, struck Nan Luo's left golden pupil with absolute precision.

The sun within Nan Luo's left eye unceremoniously devoured this perfect feast known as solar energy.

This sudden and unexpected change instantly stunned Nan Luo, who had been preparing to zone out in peace.

Across Nan Luo's handsome, fair countenance, apart from his left eye, every single feature conveyed a single message: utter astonishment.

Although absorbing the endless stream of solar energy made Nan Luo feel entirely filled with strength and incomparably warm, the deeply bewildered Nan Luo still wanted to utter a complaint: "What on earth is going on here?"