Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The vast wilderness stretches to the horizon.

After bidding farewell to Xing Tian, ​​the great shaman who was still reluctant to part with the blood date wine, Huang Long did not linger for long.

He anchored towards the East China Sea, opening up a spatial passage that spans boundless mountains and rivers, reaching directly to the East China Sea.

This trip to the North Sea not only relieved the North Sea Dragon Clan of a calamity, but also obtained a piece of innate cold soul from the Demon Master, seafood from two Great Luo Golden Immortals, and a half-broken innate spiritual root in exchange with Xing Tian. Finally, in a one-for-three exchange, they obtained three innate spiritual roots from the Demon Clan, as well as a portion of the Sun Origin.

The rewards of this trip far exceeded those of my previous trips!

Huanglong, who originally intended to return directly to Kunlun, decided after much deliberation to first go to the East Sea to report to Qinglong!

In the ancestral temple of the Dragon Clan, deep within the majestic Azure Dragon Hall, the Azure Dragon Ancestor sat cross-legged on a futon. Before him lay a spiritual treasure imprinted with the four seas, reflecting the scene of the First Sea Region, which was the Valley of Tang where the ten little golden crows resided!

With the arrival of the Yellow Dragon, the Azure Dragon finally shifted its gaze from the scenery of Tang Valley to the Yellow Dragon behind it.

In those deep eyes, Huanglong saw a fleeting glimmer of expectation!

"What exactly are you expecting, Ancestor?"

That hint of anticipation was clearly not for his arrival. And when Huanglong thought of the little golden crow that Qinglong had been staring at, he suddenly didn't know what to say!

"Ancestor!"

Huanglong cupped his hands in greeting, his voice echoing in the empty hall, "The matter of the North Sea is settled, the predicament of the North Sea Dragon Clan has been resolved, and in between...!"

He recounted in great detail how the aquatic creatures of the North Sea were provoked by the son of Kunpeng, attacked the dragon clan of the North Sea, and finally confronted Kunpeng upon his arrival, after which Kunpeng killed the several aquatic demon kings and apologized.

Although Huanglong spoke calmly, Qinglong still sensed immense danger in his words. If it were an ordinary Great Luo Dragon, facing the current Kunpeng, they would probably have no choice but to obediently offer up spiritual treasures to ensure their safety.

The Azure Dragon Ancestor listened quietly, his aura calm and even. After the Yellow Dragon finished speaking, he said, "Good! It's fortunate that you are here. Even the demon masters of the demon race, who are now favored by the Heavenly Dao, have no choice but to apologize."

"Ancestor, you flatter me. As a member of the Dragon Clan, Huanglong has only done his humble best for the clan!"

Azure Dragon nodded and said, "Now that the Dragon Clan's affairs are settled, you should return to Kunlun!"

After bidding farewell to Qinglong, Huanglong opened up another spatial passage and rushed towards Kunlun without stopping.

Kunlun Mountains!

Looking at the Kunlun Mountains shrouded in mist and imbued with Daoist charm, Huanglong had left Kunlun several times and traveled to see countless immortal mountains and blessed lands in the primordial world. In terms of grandeur and magnificence, only Buzhou Mountain could surpass Kunlun, but in terms of the spiritual energy that nurtures all things and the pervasive Daoist charm, Buzhou Mountain could not compare to Kunlun at present.

However, just as Huanglong stepped through the towering gate of Kunlun Mountain, a series of grand, gentle, yet tranquil Daoist sounds resonated in Huanglong's ears, echoing deep within his soul, as if the laws of the Great Dao were vibrating within him.

"...Nothing in the world is more yielding and weak than water, yet nothing can surpass it in overcoming the hard and strong: the wisdom of using softness to overcome hardness, and the wisdom of humility in dealing with the world. Knowing its strength, yet remaining gentle and still. Deeply understanding its power, yet peacefully guarding its tranquility...!"

The sound was serene and still, like the beginning of time, elucidating the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and the origin of all things.

It turned out to be the Great Master Taiqing, the Sage, preaching the Great Dao.

"Is today the day our three masters are expounding the Great Way?"

With a thought, golden light flashed beneath Huanglong's feet.

Huanglong, who had not heard the sage preach for over ten thousand years, was unwilling to miss this opportunity.

But then he suddenly realized that the aura of the sages permeating the Kunlun Mountains today was slightly different from before.

Besides the profound and lofty "Wuwei" Daoist charm of the Grand Master, which seemed to stand at the source of the Great Dao, the all-encompassing and orderly "Chantian" Daoist charm of the Master Yuanshi Tianzun, and the "Jieyun" Daoist charm of the Uncle Tongtian Jiaozhu, which taught without discrimination and cut off a glimmer of life for all living beings, there were two other equally vast and powerful forces intertwined with each other, but with completely different characteristics.

These two streams of Daoist charm, though pure and profound, seem to fall short of the unified state of the Three Pure Ones.

However, its vastness and breadth far surpassed the Daoist aura emanating from the two Quasi-Saints that Huanglong had once seen: the ferocious Kunpeng, who devoured heaven and earth, and the violent Zhurong, who burned the eight wastelands.

What struck Huanglong even more was the unique artistic conception contained in these two streams of Daoist charm: one was filled with boundless sorrow, as if it carried the endless grief and karmic obstacles of all living beings, bringing tears to one's eyes;

The other one emanates wisdom and light, carrying a power that sees through illusion and reveals one's true nature.

"Sorrow...wisdom...!"

"It's those two from the Western Church...!"

Huanglong immediately understood. It must be the Western Sages Amitabha and Cundi arriving at Kunlun!

"But why are we only seeing the two Western Saints, and not sensing the presence of the Saint Nuwa?"

The thought flashed through Huanglong's mind, but he didn't delve into it further.

The comings and goings of sages have their own profound meanings, which are beyond the comprehension of a mere Great Immortal like himself.

The most urgent task is to go to Sanqing Peak as soon as possible to listen to the sage preach.

His figure flickered several times, the space beneath his feet folded and shrank, and in the next instant, he appeared at the edge of the huge white jade preaching platform atop the towering Sanqing Peak, where the Great Dao was spread.

As soon as Fang Yi stepped onto the platform, the myriad scenes before his eyes and the sounds of the Great Dao in his ears merged into one, transforming into a grand feast of the Great Dao's origin, which was presented to Huang Long.

Above the preaching platform, a vast expanse of purple aura rose from the east, transforming into thousands of celestial petals and ten thousand golden lotuses.

Auspicious colors shimmered, and the sky was ablaze with rosy light.

The peaceful yet profound voice of the Sage of Taiqing, each syllable like a maxim of the Great Dao, stirred the spiritual energy throughout the heavens to leap and throb with joy, condensing into tangible rune-like celestial flowers that fell in a flurry.

These celestial flowers are no ordinary things, but manifestations of the pure essence of the Great Dao. Once they touch the body of the listener, they transform into a warm current, melting into their flesh and blood, strengthening their magical power and soul, aiding their cultivation, and cleansing away their impurities.

Huang Long's gaze swept across the audience below. He saw that the disciples listening to the teachings were still seated in rows, but the arrangement was quite different from before.

In the past, the disciples of the Chan Sect sat on the left, each with an ethereal and dignified bearing; the disciples of the Jie Sect sat on the right, some with strange appearances, others exuding a bloodthirsty aura, their presence varied and magnificent; while Xuandu, the only disciple of the Human Sect, sat alone between the two, serene and natural.

Today, however, the landscape has changed.

On the left are still disciples of the three religions: Chan, Jie, and Ren. The three lineages are distinct yet coexist harmoniously.

On the right, dozens of cultivators sat upright.

Most of these cultivators wore ordinary robes, their bodies shimmering with a faint golden light. Their aura was completely different from that of the disciples of the Three Pure Ones Sect, who possessed a Daoist charm that was sometimes pure and ethereal, sometimes sharp and fierce, and sometimes malevolent. They appeared more reserved and solitary.

Three people sitting at the very front of them stood out:

A man dressed in a turquoise robe had a pure and flawless face, as if cast from crystal. He was dignified and his body was surrounded by a faint light. Judging from his attire and Taoist aura, Huang Long was certain that he was the Medicine Master, a disciple of the Western Sage.