Chapter 120: With My Power of One Hundred Thousand, I Forge a Mighty Mountain Realm

Within the realm of consciousness, Zhou Yi stood amidst the darkness, his pitch-black eyes fixed upon the dantian space below.

Inside the dantian, countless mountain meridians drifted like stars, each emitting its own unique aura.

*Whoosh!*

Zhou Yi projected a sliver of his consciousness into the dantian, manifesting into a human form as he descended among the cluster of mountain meridians.

"One hundred twenty-nine thousand and six hundred mountain meridians have been forged. Now comes the most critical step: combining them to form the 'Heavy Mountain.' Once that is achieved, the Art of the Heavy Mountain will be complete," Zhou Yi murmured to himself, gazing at the surrounding meridians.

Quite some time had passed since he had first discovered the solution to his predicament. During this period, he had meticulously transferred his energy points, squeezing them out bit by bit like toothpaste to increase his cultivation.

Because every energy point was vital to expanding the limits of his acupoints—ensuring they wouldn't rupture from the constant influx of energy—every single point was precious. Given his current situation, his energy production was barely more than what was required to sustain the threshold of his acupoints.

Zhou Yi had relied on this tiny surplus to gradually increment his cultivation. The entire process was as perilous and difficult as walking a tightrope over an abyss.

Every transfer of energy felt like snatching chestnuts from a fire; he dared not let his focus waver, for even a single mistake—taking too much and leaving the remaining acupoints without enough energy to maintain their integrity—would result in his death. If he reached that point, there would be no salvation, regardless of how extraordinary his golden finger might be.

Fortunately, no matter how difficult or dangerous the process, he had survived. Now was the time to reap the rewards. If he succeeded in mastering the Art of the Heavy Mountain, everything would have been worth it.

"Let’s begin!" Gazing into the void, Zhou Yi smiled and beckoned with his hand. The countless mountain meridians surged toward his palm like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

With points of starlight converging from all directions, the scene was breathtaking—a masterpiece of light set against the backdrop of absolute darkness. Surrounded by the myriad stars, Zhou Yi stood like a god, a sacred aura radiating from his form.

"Come!" As all the mountain meridians gathered in his hand, Zhou Yi shouted softly and clenched his fist. The light vanished, and darkness descended, plunging the surroundings into a world of shadow.

*Hum—*

A resonant vibration echoed through the darkness.

Zhou Yi looked down at his hand, which held the 129,600 mountain meridians, and smiled before clenching it with sudden force.

*Bang!*

Like an explosion, countless points of light burst from between his fingers, scattering into the surroundings and transforming into individual stars. As the light erupted, Zhou Yi closed his eyes. His figure flickered and dissipated, transforming into countless motes of light, each chasing a star.

There were 129,600 such motes of light, manifestations of his own consciousness. With that final clench, his consciousness fused with the mountain meridians, imbuing them with his own essence. Though the meridians scattered, his consciousness shattered alongside them, guiding and binding itself to the dispersing mountain meridians.

Each pair of light motes—one of consciousness, one of meridian—entwined, spiraling through the air with a rhythmic pulse.

"Merge!" Seeing that every meridian mote was paired with one of his consciousness, Zhou Yi, standing within the mental space, smiled and let out a sharp command.

*Swish!*

As his voice fell, the motes of consciousness within the dantian surged, pulling the meridian motes toward the center.

*Boom!*

When the first pairs collided, a thunderous roar resonated through the space. The light motes fused instantly, their mystical rhythms harmonizing, intensifying, and expanding.

*Boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom-boom!*

The first roar acted as a signal. As if finding their destination, countless other motes flew in with even greater speed, colliding and fusing, filling the space with an unending cacophony of thunder.

Zhou Yi’s expression was tense. His eyes were locked on the assembly of light within his dantian, his mind communicating with his consciousness. Following the arcane principles recorded in the Art of the Heavy Mountain, he rapidly distinguished the rhythm of each mote, determined its proper place, and guided it into position.

From base to peak, arranged like a pyramid, the light motes—transformed from the mountain meridians—flew into their designated spots. Like building blocks, a colossal mountain peak gradually took shape.

*Swish! Swish! Swish!*

As time passed, the peak took on a definitive form. With the addition of more light motes, it quickly reached perfection. The rhythms contained within them combined, shifting from faint to profound, from blurred to clear. Soon, an aura of weight and vastness radiated forth.

The moment this aura manifested, the dantian space underwent a baptism. The heavy, mountain-like energy swept through the entire space, grounding itself and imbuing the dantian with a dense, solid presence. The space, which had previously felt somewhat illusory, suddenly became tangible.

"Unexpectedly, even before the Art of the Heavy Mountain is fully formed, there is such an unforeseen benefit!" Zhou Yi noticed the changes in his dantian, a flash of joy in his dark eyes. This was a pleasant surprise indeed.

After savoring the change for a moment, Zhou Yi refocused. Now was not the time for celebration; the art was not yet complete. There would be plenty of time to rejoice later. Most importantly, if the art could bring such a massive surprise before its completion, one could only imagine how powerful it would be once finished.

Zhou Yi felt a surge of anticipation.

*Hummmm—*

A constant, low-frequency hum emanated from the dantian, originating from the yet-to-be-finished mountain. As the structure neared perfection, the sound grew louder.

"The foundation is set, the body is recast; now, the summit must emerge!" Quietly watching the mountain meridians form the peak, Zhou Yi calculated each step of the process, his eyes beginning to glow with excitement.

As the mountain grew more complete, the excitement in his eyes became impossible to conceal.

"Haha!" After a long while, Zhou Yi burst into laughter. His consciousness leaped from his spot, vanishing, and reappeared before the massive mountain peak in his dantian.

"It is finished!"