The hum that had resonated through the mountain the previous night had subsided, leaving behind an eerie silence that seemed to amplify the rustling of leaves and the chirping of crickets. Wang Weixiang, still reeling from the system's reward of a Supreme Divine Body, felt a new sense of purpose. He knew that the mountain was awakening, and he was now a part of that awakening.
He sat on the porch of his wooden house, the system's panel glowing before him. He stared at the stat boosts, the cultivation boost, and the description of the Supreme Divine Body, a body that transcended chaos and primordial chaos. It was a body that was supposed to be above anything the system itself had ever encountered.
"The hum that had resonated through the mountain the previous night had subsided, leaving behind an eerie silence that seemed to amplify the rustling of leaves and the chirping of crickets," Wang thought to himself, reflecting on the recent events. The sense of awakening and the mysteries that surrounded him only deepened his resolve.
"Can you be an Immortal God if you're weak?" he muttered to himself, a question that had been gnawing at him since the system's revelation. "If you can't, are you still the main character?"
He looked at the system panel again, focusing on the minuscule 0.1% progress towards unlocking the Supreme Divine Body. "It's actually (10^999999)," he whispered, a sense of awe and disbelief washing over him. He had never imagined such a vast potential.
The system's voice, calm and detached as always, echoed in his mind. "Host, it is time to begin your cultivation. You must create a foundation for your power, a foundation that will allow you to harness the full potential of your Supreme Divine Body."
"A foundation?" Wang asked, his brow furrowed. "What kind of foundation?"
"The system recommends a foundation of more than 10,000 layers of extreme foundation," the system replied.
"More than 10,000? Are you taking me for a fool?" Wang scoffed, his voice laced with disbelief. "You know that a foundation of that magnitude would take hundred thousand of years, even a billion years to achieve for a normal cultivator. But this is the Supreme Divine Body, a body above primordial chaos. Primordial chaos, with its countless planar worlds, hyperverses, omniverses, and even infinities... it's a realm beyond comprehension."
"I remember reading some novels," Wang said, his mind racing. "The main characters had foundations of 100,000 layers, even a million layers. They were incredibly powerful. What about a billion? A trillion? A quadrillion?"
The system fell silent, as if it were speechless. Wang's imagination ran wild. He imagined a foundation of 999 quadrillion layers of extreme foundation or more? A foundation that would make him the most powerful being in existence. He felt a surge of excitement, a desire to push his limits, to achieve the impossible. The system was unable to say anything, as if it was flabbergasted.
Even Transcendent beings or sages, nor Immortal gods or Sky Above The Sky Ruler, even Tian or Kunpeng would dare to think about this. If the system had spiritual will, it would probably say this sigh... for sure human foolishness knows no bounds. Even I, as the author, would say, "Indeed, throughout human history, humans are indeed average or below if you compare it through the whole Realms of countless irreversal multi-realms. But even a god who's above all would surely die in front of a human. Just give a bottle of wine to the monarch of the human race and order them to march to hell. Even if they go to the hell of flames, they would do it. Even if the gods come, they could not stop them. If the god, then they would even kill a god."
The system remained silent, its usual detached tone replaced by a flicker of something akin to surprise. Wang, however, was already lost in thought, his mind racing with the implications of his new body. "If a normal cultivator would take years, how long would it take me?" He pondered, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.
"Host, given your Supreme Divine Body, the system estimates it would take approximately 10 days to reach a million layers of extreme foundation," the system finally replied, its voice regaining its usual calmness.
Wang's eyes widened. "Ten days?" He couldn't believe it. "That's... that's incredible!" He felt a surge of energy coursing through him, a power that seemed to be limitless. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the air swirling around him as he began to cultivate. He focused his mind, his will, and his energy, and he started to build his foundation.
The days that followed were a blur of intense cultivation. Wang pushed himself to the limit, his body responding with an almost supernatural resilience. He felt his power growing exponentially, his senses becoming sharper, his perception of the world expanding beyond anything he had ever imagined. He began to understand the true meaning of the Supreme Divine Body. It wasn't just about raw power; it was about a profound connection to the very fabric of existence.
He could feel the energy of the mountain swirling around him, a primal force that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. It was as if the mountain itself was a vein of the heart of the world, pulsing with ancient energy, guiding his cultivation, nurturing his growth. He felt a sense of unity with the mountain, a sense of belonging that he had never experienced before. He was in a small barren cultivation world named Bosom Heaven, a realm where immortals fairly dominated. The air here was thin, filled with a strange energy that crackled with power. The land was mostly rock and dust, with a few scraggly trees clinging to life.
but most of Immortal sect is filled with vitality where you could see countless flowers
He spent hours meditating, his mind becoming a still pond reflecting the vastness of the universe. He delved into the intricacies of his new body, exploring the endless possibilities that lay within. He felt like an alchemist, carefully blending and refining the raw materials of his being into a masterpiece of power.
The process of building a foundation was a delicate dance of energy. Wang learned to channel the energy of the mountain, directing it through his meridians, refining it, and layering it upon itself. Each layer was a testament to his will, his resilience, and his unwavering determination.
He felt the energy coursing through him, a torrent of power that could shatter mountains and split the heavens. Yet, he knew that this was just the beginning. He had a long way to go before he could truly harness the full potential of his Supreme Divine Body.
He envisioned the layers of his foundation as intricate webs of energy, each thread woven with precision and care. He could feel the energy weaving itself into a tapestry of power, a masterpiece that would define his destiny.
As Wang cultivated, he felt a subtle shift in the mountain's energy. It was as if the mountain itself was responding to his growth, its energy becoming more vibrant, more alive. He felt a gentle hum resonating through his body, a whisper of the mountain's ancient wisdom.
He realized that the mountain wasn't just a source of energy; it was a living entity, a being that had witnessed countless eons of time. It was a repository of knowledge, a wellspring of power, and a guardian of secrets.
He felt a sense of awe and respect for the mountain, a sense of gratitude for its unwavering support. He knew that he had a lot to learn from the mountain, a lot to discover about his own potential.
One day, a week and a half after 10 days of relentless cultivation, Wang felt a surge of energy that shook him to his core. He had reached a million layers of extreme foundation. He opened his eyes, and a wave of power washed over him, so overwhelming that he felt as if he could destroy the world with a single thought.
He stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, gazing out at the vast landscape. He could feel the energy of the mountain swirling around him, a primal force that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
He took a deep breath, savoring the moment. He had achieved something extraordinary, something that few had ever achieved before. He had created a foundation of power that was unmatched, a foundation that would allow him to reach heights that he had never dreamed possible.
As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him. He turned around and saw a small fox, its fur the color of sakura, staring at him with intelligent eyes. It was the same fox he had encountered before, the one that had seemed to be watching him.
The fox tilted its head, as if it were studying him. Then, it let out a soft, almost human-like sigh and turned away, disappearing into the forest.
Wang watched it go, a strange sense of familiarity washing over him. He felt as if he had known the fox for a lifetime, as if it were a part of his soul.
He smiled, a sense of peace settling over him. He had a long journey ahead of him, a journey that would take him to the very peak of power. But he knew that he wasn't alone. He had the system, the mountain, and now, perhaps, even a fox as his companions.
He took another deep breath, feeling the power coursing through him. He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He was Wang Weixiang, the Immortal God in the making, and he was ready to embrace his destiny.