Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The conversation with Xuandu was like a bucket of ice water poured on Huanglong's heart, extinguishing his enthusiasm for inviting fellow disciples of the Chan and Jie sects to strengthen their bonds after he had just emerged from seclusion.

He originally thought that since the saintly power left by the Three Pure Ones had been completely exhausted and his cultivation had improved, he could go out and make some moves to maintain the friendship that had been so hard to maintain last time.

However, after hearing about the "medicine theft incident" and the irreconcilable conflict between the disciples of the two sects, Huang Long felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despondency.

"Even if I were to restore it again, what difference would it make? It would only prolong the process a little longer!"

Huanglong stood at the edge of the Five Elements Grotto, gazing at the Kunlun Mountains outside, shrouded in mist yet teeming with undercurrents, and sighed inwardly.

Try to persuade him? What can he offer in the way of persuasion?

The disciples of the Chan Sect have lost countless years of hard work and the hope of breaking through the bottleneck. How can this anger be quelled by a few empty words?

With so many disciples of the Jie Sect, each with their own thoughts, some might just be following the trend, while others harbor deep resentment. Who could he possibly persuade?

Does he expect Huanglong to generously part with all the spiritual roots and herbs he has painstakingly cultivated in his Five Elements Grotto Heaven, as well as the spiritual materials and pills he has accumulated, to share with both sides in order to quell the dispute?

"hehe."

A slightly mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Let alone whether his meager wealth can satisfy those countless greedy mouths, even if it can, what gives him the right to do so?

These resources were the result of his risky transactions, his painstaking cultivation, and his gradual accumulation through the Chaos Pearl fragments and his own efforts. They did not come from nowhere!

In order to maintain that doomed bond of camaraderie, he was expected to sacrifice his own life to support others.

There are only two words: "Hehe".

Huang Long isn't "noble" enough to be considered that way.

In this primordial world, strength ultimately reigns supreme; personal power is fundamental. To place one's hopes on the gratitude or compromise of others is undoubtedly foolish.

Since we are powerless to change it, let's just mind our own business!

Having made up his mind, Huang Long became somewhat more carefree.

Since none of the three division commanders were in Kunlun, he simply stopped trying to cultivate any relationships with them.

Out of basic courtesy and past friendship, he visited several influential disciples of the two religions, including Guang Chengzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Duobao Daoren, and Zhao Gongming.

He didn't talk much about Kunlun's current situation, but simply exchanged a few pleasantries, inquired about their recent circumstances, and presented each of them with some Enlightenment Tea, as a gesture of camaraderie among fellow disciples.

Through Huanglong's individual observations, he carefully explored the state of mind of the disciples of the Chan and Jie sects.

After walking the lap, Huang Long became even more convinced of his judgment.

The estrangement is too deep to be resolved by external forces.

He didn't linger, politely declined the invitations from his fellow disciples, and went straight back to his Five Elements Grotto.

Only after returning to this little world that belonged to him did Huanglong's heart finally find peace.

He first used his supernatural powers to draw upon the spiritual energy of the heavens, which transformed into gentle, continuous rain, carefully irrigating every spiritual root and every elixir in the Daoist temple.

As he watched the vegetation bathed in the spiritual rain grow ever greener and more vibrant, radiating spiritual light, his mood gradually eased.

Afterwards, he went to the herb garden in the villa where Xuandu was temporarily staying.

Xuandu's expertise in this area is unmatched by Huanglong's without the Sweet Rain Technique.

The medicinal herbs and elixirs grown in Xuandu Medicinal Garden, though not as precious as those in Huanglong, each have their own unique characteristics and are rare flowers and herbs with unique effects in alchemy.

Huanglong also used his Sweet Rain Technique to nourish it.

The two observed the growth of the spiritual plants in the herb garden and exchanged their experiences in cultivating spiritual roots. Xuandu mainly gave talks, while Huanglong occasionally raised questions about the harmony of medicinal properties and the balance of yin and yang, which greatly benefited Huanglong.

Just as Huanglong was immersed in this rare tranquility and study!

The long-dormant azure dragon scales suddenly trembled.

"Is Senior Brother going out again?"

Xuandu keenly noticed the change in Huanglong's expression and asked.

Although he didn't know what had happened, he couldn't perceive it as clearly as Huang Long.

Huanglong's expression was relaxed. The ripples in his dragon scales just now were a message from the Azure Dragon Ancestor: in the South China Sea, in the Antarctic region controlled by the Dragon Clan, another batch of ferocious beasts had been born!

The Dragon Clan needs its young disciples to slay this group of ferocious beasts and obtain Heavenly Merit.

This is the only Great Luo Immortal he, as a member of the Dragon Clan, can currently fight normally.

Go forth to protect those dragon children, earn merit, diminish your own karma, and strive for further advancement!

Xuandu pondered for a moment and said, "Since Senior Brother Huanglong is going to the South Sea, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Oh! Junior brother, please speak!"

"In recent years, a branch of the human race has migrated from the shores of the East Sea and crossed the sea to the southern continent of the primordial wilderness to live and thrive. They are new to this unfamiliar land and are weak and vulnerable. If your journey takes you by a similar route, could you please visit them and see how they are faring?"

Xuan Du's tone carried a hint of concern.

As the only human to be accepted as a disciple of a sage, he lived in Kunlun for many years, but he was still very concerned about the safety of the human race.

However, Huanglong didn't quite understand what Xuandu was saying; "Migrate to the southern part of the prehistoric world?"

Xuan Du nodded: "Not bad!"

"Why! Why can't the human race stay on the shores of the East Sea?"

"This was a decision made jointly by Suirenshi and the other two."

"reason?"

"Humanity cannot be protected forever...!"

Huang Long nodded, expressing his continued support for the decisions made by the human race.

Huanglong naturally wouldn't refuse Xuandu's request.

"This is easy, Junior Brother. I will go there and keep an eye out for the humans."

Huang Long readily agreed. He had some connection with the human race, enjoying a portion, albeit a very small amount, of the human race's fortune and being revered as a tribal totem by the three human ancestors, Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi.

Today, the three humans of Suirenshi have given birth to Great Luo Golden Immortals through their merits, but their overall strength is still only that of a weak race among the myriad races of the prehistoric world, and they are in a stage of competing with other races for survival.

While on the shores of the East Sea, they were protected by the incense offerings from the sage Taiqing who established the teachings of humanity and attained enlightenment. In addition, the East Sea Dragon Clan took care of them under the arrangement of the Azure Dragon, so they were basically safe and sound.

However, the tribes that have now migrated to the southern continent of the prehistoric world have left their original protective sphere. On that land where the war between the witch and demon races was most intense, they face various demon races, witch tribes, and even other races in the prehistoric world. Their situation is not going to be pleasant.

"We've been bullied, but we don't have any support."

Huang Long thought to himself, while also understanding Xuan Du's worries.

After all, the human race is far from being able to roam freely in the prehistoric world on its own.

Having promised Xuandu, Huanglong kept this matter in mind.

Without further delay, he bid farewell to Xuandu and immediately returned to the core of his cave.

He first handed over all the affairs of the temple to Ziling again, especially instructing her to cultivate well, take good care of the Golden Lotus of Merit and the half-damaged innate spiritual root, not to leave the cave, and to refuse all visitors before his return.

Huang Long gently touched Zi Ling's reluctant little face. "Also, remember to contact Xuan Du if you need anything!"

Then, he flashed out of the Five Elements Cave Heaven. After leaving Kunlun Mountain, Huanglong tore open a spatial passage and went straight to the southern part of the prehistoric world!

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