As Zhang Chen allocated points, symbols continued to be branded onto the Pangu Stone out of thin air, while at the same time, Zhang Chen’s magical power was inexplicably increasing under the influence of these points.
Goodness, Zhang Chen doesn’t have enough magical power, so he just uses points to make up for it.
A vast amount of magical power was continuously generated in the dantian, injecting into the Nine Revolutions Rejuvenation Pill, enhancing its foundation.
With the increase in magical power within the Pangu Stone, mysterious symbols also began to appear within Zhang Chen’s body, engraved in the acupoints, resonating with the Pangu Stone.
As the symbols increased, Zhang Chen’s physical body underwent cycles of cleansing, undergoing a mysterious transformation.
However, when Zhang Chen’s magical power reached five hundred years, it couldn’t increase by even the slightest bit. Despite the addition of countless symbols, Zhang Chen’s magical power showed no further growth.
It was as if an invisible shackle in the unseen world had firmly locked Zhang Chen, preventing any further increase in the magical power within his body.
"Five hundred years of magical power is the limit of the Mortal Realm, unless I transform and become immortal!" Zhang Chen had a sudden realization in his heart.
"Which means, even if I have points, the Initial Entry stage of the Mountain-moving Technique is my limit? To achieve complete Great Success, I need a qualitative breakthrough in cultivation, not just a small breakthrough in realm." Zhang Chen pondered deeply.
"Five hundred years is a major limit, and breaking this limit can only be achieved through breakthroughs in cultivation realm," Zhang Chen mused. After all, he couldn’t expect to have all good things at once; the fact that the Golden Finger increased his magical power while adding points was already a great fortune. How could he wish for more?
Thoughts flickered in Zhang Chen’s mind, and the Great Perfection of the first realm of the Mountain-moving Technique was temporarily sufficient for him.
In the Initial Entry realm of the Mountain-moving Technique, one could refine twelve thousand symbols and lift twelve thousand pounds, which was already enough for Zhang Chen. It’s important to note that Sun Wukong’s Golden Cudgel was only twelve thousand pounds.
Looking at his dantian again, the vast magical power surrounded him, circulating with the power of five hundred years, and that power had turned into pure gold, flowing powerfully and continuously, with glimpses of flickering symbols within the magical power.
"The Mountain-moving Technique has finally been mastered. I want to test its power," Zhang Chen thought, transforming into a mist and leaving the Daoist Temple, flying into the depths of a remote mountain, standing in front of a tree as thick as an embrace.
The tree had grown for a hundred years, making it just about enough for Zhang Chen to embrace. Zhang Chen approached the tree, examined it with his eyes, and then reached out to embrace the tree. The Pangu Stone flickered within Zhang Chen’s spiritual world, symbols circulated divine light within his acupoints, and the next moment, he exerted his Divine Techniques to uproot the tree.
Today, Zhang Chen aimed to emulate Lin Daiyu to uproot the weeping willow!
As Zhang Chen exerted force, he heard a cracking sound as the tree was broken by the embrace.
"Hmm? Something’s not right!" Zhang Chen watched the broken tree, which collapsed towards him. Shocked, Zhang Chen quickly dodged to avoid the falling tree.
With a loud crash, dust rose, and Zhang Chen stood in the midst of it, gazing at the fallen tree with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "This isn’t quite what I imagined the Mountain-moving Technique to be like."
He had imagined that once he performed his Divine Techniques, he would gain the power of twelve thousand pounds, but in reality?
This power of twelve thousand pounds couldn’t be precisely controlled.
"Rather than saying the tree was broken by my embrace, it would be more accurate to say I snapped it! I used too much strength," Zhang Chen reflected.
His twelve thousand pounds of force was merely a superficial application of strength.
"For me, the best weapon would be something like an iron rod, the heavier, the better, to fully utilize this twelve thousand pounds of moving force," Zhang Chen mused.
Of course, his body was extremely resilient, undergoing transformations in the unseen world, and while his skin still appeared fair and slender, its defense was no weaker than ordinary leather armor.
Zhang Chen looked at a three-meter-high boulder, weighing perhaps three thousand pounds, and applied the Mountain-moving Technique, lifting the boulder over his head with apparent ease.
"It’s a pity that I can only move visible mountains now. When the Mountain-moving Technique reaches Great Success, I can move invisible mountains. That’s when it will really be impressive, borrowing the power of mountains and stars, adding them to my fists and feet, each move with the power to shatter mountains and rocks," Zhang Chen sighed softly in his heart.
Achieving Great Success in the Mountain-moving Technique was far away, and for now, Zhang Chen saw no hope.
"I wonder if I can move that steel fork with my current abilities," Zhang Chen thought of the fork in the hut, letting his imagination wander.
Unfortunately, that fork was taken by the Princess.
"With my Initial Entry into the Mountain-moving Technique, and a force of twelve thousand pounds, I can now attempt the sacrificial refining of that slingshot," Zhang Chen mused to himself.
Nevertheless, he was not in a hurry to perform sacrificial refining, thinking he should first check the Eight Trigrams Furnace, not knowing how far the refining process had progressed; with seven or eight months gone by, the pearl should have melted.
Transforming into a Vampire Bat, Zhang Chen traveled swiftly through the mountains to the Eight Trigrams Furnace.
After surveying the surroundings guarded by masters from the Inspection and Supervision Department, Zhang Chen was quite satisfied, revealing his presence within the cave holding the Eight Trigrams Furnace.
The fire within the Eight Trigrams Furnace burned brightly as Zhang Chen approached and infused his magic, sensing the status of the furnace.
After a moment, Zhang Chen furrowed his brows: "Why hasn’t it smelted completely yet? With seven or eight months passed, why is the pearl still holding on?"
Zhang Chen found it tricky. At this speed, it would take a lot more time to complete the smelting.
Feeling impatient and restless, Zhang Chen decided, "No point in being anxious now; I’ll have to wait for the pearl to melt. After all, this pearl is at the Twelfth Tier, smelting it completely is no easy task." Aware that haste wouldn’t aid the process, Zhang Chen knew he still had time without plans to leave the Northern Land just yet.
He carefully inspected the Eight Trigrams Furnace, ensuring no issues with the fire, and then turned to the cavern, checking on his treasured Bee King and Hunting Falcon.
The Bee King colony remained undiminished, surviving even the dry Northern Land due to underground water.
Zhang Chen’s gaze fell on the Bee King, which he had fed mysterious blood to months ago, yet still showed no signs of awakening intelligence.
The Hunting Falcon also appeared adorably foolish, showing no signs of intelligence awakening.
Shaking his head, Zhang Chen remarked, "Indeed, awakening intelligence is not that simple."
The Hunting Falcon, noticing Zhang Chen’s arrival, immediately ran over to affectionately nuzzle against Zhang Chen’s leg.
The Bee King, too, flew from the beehive to Zhang Chen’s shoulder, crawling about.
"These two have some spirituality but are far from awakening intelligence to become Demon Beasts. Betting on them awakening is less viable than enhancing my Dragon Qi and the Beast Taming Technique, forcibly awakening their intelligence," Zhang Chen thought privately.
Realizing that becoming a Demon Beast is not easy, Zhang Chen wasn’t too disappointed looking at the Bee King and Hunting Falcon on his shoulder.
As it was already the Northern Land’s harsh winter, and though no snow fell due to moisture deprivation, the cold temperatures had put most bees in hibernation. The Bee King, however, remained active, a feat in itself.