Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

After leaving the grand hall, which felt somewhat oppressive compared to usual, Xuandu and the others stared at Huanglong again and again!

This fellow disciple not only has connections with the Witch Clan, but is now also involved in the fate of the Demon Clan. It's truly unbelievable.

People's understanding of Huanglong has clearly been refreshed once again.

Although they all saw the doubt in each other's eyes, Huanglong himself didn't say anything, so they didn't ask any further questions. They could only keep their own thoughts to themselves and say goodbye with clasped hands.

As Huanglong left Sanqing Peak, he suddenly felt uneasy, as if he had a thorn in his side, and the feeling became clearer and clearer.

He dared not delay, and pushed his escape technique to its limit, rushing towards his own dojo at lightning speed.

"I'll be safe once I get back to the dojo!"

Huang Long shouted in his heart, increasing his speed to the limit. He breathed a sigh of relief as the familiar outline of the great formation of the dojo came into view.

However, just as he crossed the outer barrier of the dojo—

A sudden change has occurred!

Without warning, a crack appeared in the space behind him.

A jade ruyi, radiating a clear, luminous light and imbued with the essence of Tao, suddenly appeared. It carried no spiritual energy, yet contained a unique and powerful force, and gently tapped the back of his head!

"Thump!"

A crisp sound.

The jade ruyi then disappeared into the space and vanished without a trace.

"Ouch!"

Huanglong felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his magical power was imprisoned, his escape light dissipated, and he clearly felt a large bump slowly bulging on the back of his head.

Before he could recover from his dizziness, a seemingly ordinary carrying pole silently appeared in the void to his left and gently touched his left waist!

"hiss--!"

Huang Long gasped, his entire body wracked with pain as his magical power was now imprisoned.

Under that burden, another strange force invaded his body, and Huang Long felt half of his body go numb, an indescribable soreness and pain, and he staggered.

Almost at the same time, a streak of cyan sword light flashed like lightning from the right, and along with the scabbard, it lashed out at his dragon buttocks with a light touch!

"Snapped!"

The three attacks were perfectly coordinated, timed with the utmost precision, and each was controlled to inflict pain without causing any real serious injury.

Huanglong, this dignified Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, didn't even see what attacked him!

He was like a kite with a broken string, crashing straight through the two beautiful peaks within his dojo!

"boom--!!!"

"boom--!!!"

The earth shook violently, rocks flew through the air, and dust filled the sky, instantly engulfing the area.

Zi Ling and the others in the dojo were tending to the spiritual roots and immortal herbs when they were startled by this sudden change.

Zi Ling reacted the fastest. Without thinking, she instantly crushed a jade talisman that Xuan Du had left her in her bosom, summoning the Second Master when in danger!

This was a way of protecting herself that her husband had taught her long ago.

The jade talisman shattered, and a beam of clear light instantly disappeared into the void.

In just a few breaths, an incomparably powerful Taiqing Immortal Light tore through the sky and descended menacingly upon the Five Elements Grotto Heaven!

Xuan Du's face was grim. His divine sense swept across the entire dojo like a tidal wave, and he shouted sharply, "Which blind fool dares to trespass on my senior brother's dojo?!"

Xuan Du, who had not sensed Huang Long's presence, assumed that Huang Long had left Sanqing Peak and, as usual, had moved away from Kunlun.

With Huanglong gone, this dojo is now under Xuandu's protection!

However, when his divine sense swept over the smoke-filled area, his gloomy expression instantly turned strange.

With a casual wave of his hand, the dust and smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the scene within.

At the bottom of a huge, human-shaped pit, Huanglong had just broken free from the earth's restraints.

The dust and smoke have cleared up!

Looking at the transformed Huanglong, Xuandu suddenly grinned.

A large, clearly visible, glowing red bump adorned Huanglong's head. He held his seemingly strained back with one hand and rubbed his numb buttocks with the other. His Taoist robe was dusty and grime-covered, and he kept muttering to himself, his voice filled with endless grievance:

"Teacher, senior master... this disciple knows he was wrong... it really wasn't my fault... it was..."

Xuan Du: "..."

Zi Ling, who rushed over, was speechless.

The seven little Qilins grinned from ear to ear when they saw Huanglong's appearance!

In the air, a faint, almost imperceptible snort, a nonchalant "naughty," and a soft cough that seemed to be suppressing laughter could be heard before the space returned to calm.

The sense of impending crisis and divine authority quietly dissipated.

Huanglong was left at the bottom of the pit, rubbing the aches all over his body, on the verge of tears.

That beating was truly unjust!

Xuandu also sensed the three remaining auras on Huanglong's body—one pure and inactive yet all-encompassing, one majestic and orderly, and one sharp, domineering, and awe-inspiring.

If this wasn't the work of his three sage teachers, then who else could it be?

Xuan Du's face showed a hint of guilt. Had he just cursed?

He subconsciously looked up at the now calm void, then quickly bowed three times towards it, muttering incantations:

"This disciple has been reckless and has disturbed my teachers. Please forgive me, Sage, Teacher, and Uncle-Master!"

At the bottom of the pit, Huanglong almost spat out a mouthful of blood when he heard Xuandu's chanting.

"How cowardly!"

He then murmured, "This disciple knows his mistake! This disciple knows his mistake!"

Xuan Du swayed and fell into the deep pit, pulling the disheveled Huang Long out of the pit.

Huanglong's appearance at this moment was truly pitiful—the large bump on his head was swelling even more, as if it had grown a single horn.

His waist seemed to have thickened, with a powerful force coiled within it, baring its teeth as it moved. His once upright posture was now slightly hunched, and especially... even through his Taoist robe, one could see some unnatural swelling. His entire body had expanded outwards, making his standing posture quite strange.

"Senior Brother Huanglong, are you... alright?"

Xuan Du looked at Huang Long's "prominent features" and "plump waist and pert buttocks," and couldn't help but twitch his lips. He suppressed his laughter and asked.

He even forgot to repent to his three teachers.

Huanglong, who was in excruciating pain, clearly felt the power of the three saints within his body, which had imprisoned most of his magical power and the connection between his body and his physical form.

Looking at Xuan Du's smiling face, he said, "Are you alright? Junior Brother Xuan Du, do I look alright to you? The 'care' from our three masters is far too profound; this 'care' will likely continue for a very long time!"

He tried to use his magic to dissolve the horns on his head, relieve the soreness and numbness in his waist, and soothe the swelling and pain in his buttocks.

However, he discovered that although the power of the three saints did not harm his fundamental nature, it contained a trace of special power of the Great Dao.

With the magical power he could currently use, he could hardly budge it in the slightest. He could only barely suppress the continuous "pain" it brought, and wanted to completely remove and dispel the "abnormality".

I can only think about it more!