Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Senior brother, look—"

Zhunti suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a suppressed excitement.

With a gentle swipe of the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand, a scene appeared before his eyes: in the outer area where the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the demons such as Di Jun were fighting, a figure stood in mid-air where the earth had cracked.

It was a figure flying south at an extremely fast speed.

It is Huanglong!

He was dressed in a dark yellow Taoist robe, and there was no water vapor as usual around him, nor was it the Jade Purity Immortal Light of the Primordial Beginning. Instead, he was surrounded by layers upon layers of primordial creative vitality that was as solid as a substance.

The life force was sent into the clouds by the Yellow Dragon, turning into sweet rain that fell on the earth. Wherever it passed, the broken mountains began to slowly heal, and the cracked earth gradually closed up.

One by one, spiritual veins were extracted and burrowed into the earth as if they were alive, with wisps of spiritual energy gushing out from the earth.

Then Huanglong scattered countless seeds of herbs and medicinal plants, which fell to the ground and quickly took root and sprouted. The land, which had been destroyed by the aftermath of the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, was restored to a faint vitality under this operation.

What's even more astonishing is the speed of the repair.

Zhunti's voice tightened, "He fled south without stopping, and wherever he went, the surrounding area of ​​tens of thousands of miles was repaired by him. Senior brother, if it were you or me, it would take at least several times longer to repair such a thoroughly damaged land with the methods of a sage."

He remained silent as he received the message.

His gaze fell on the figure in the picture, Huang Long, the second disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun of the Chan Sect.

Huanglong formed hand seals, and the spiritual light around him transformed into countless fine threads that burrowed deep into the earth.

Those silk threads seemed to possess a life of their own, precisely locating every damaged node in the earth's veins, removing the impurities from the veins, harmonizing the five elements, and restoring yin and yang.

The revitalized earth beneath his feet hummed deeply, a joyful song of the earth's revival.

"He cultivates the Way of the Earth, the Way of Creation, and the Way of Life, but he is not limited to these," Jieyin said slowly, a complex expression appearing on his ailing face. "Moreover, he possesses an advantage in the restoration and creation of the primordial world that others do not have, even we saints are inferior to him!"

Zhunti suddenly turned his head, his eyes blazing with fervent light: "Senior brother! This is precisely the talent our West needs for its great prosperity! Our West is barren, not because of a lack of spiritual energy, but because the earth's veins are damaged and its source is deficient. If we obtain this person, with his methods of restoring the earth, how can we worry about the West not prospering? How can we worry about the abundance of life?"

He grew increasingly agitated as he spoke, standing up as the Seven Treasures Tree unconsciously swayed, showering down drops of wisdom: "I observe this child; though a member of the Dragon Clan, he is unburdened by the karmic burdens of dragons, instead possessing abundant merit and enduring fortune. Such a person is destined to be connected with our Western Paradise! Senior Brother, if I can guide him into the Western Sect and impart its wondrous teachings, given time, he will surely be able to repair the Western Earth's veins. When the Western land regains its former vitality, then..."

"At that time, the Three Pure Ones will storm Mount Sumeru, turn our Eight Treasures Merit Pool upside down, and shatter this Western land once again, leaving it devoid of life."

The voice of the guide calmly interrupted Zhunti's reverie.

Zhunti paused.

Jieyin raised his eyelids, and in his eyes, which had seen through the vicissitudes of life, was reflected the lingering fervor on Zhunti's face: "Junior brother, have you forgotten what almost happened to us in Kunlun last time? How much does Yuanshi care about this boy?"

Zhunti's expression instantly showed a hint of unease.

Memories flood back like a tide.

Last time, he and his disciples went to Kunlun to discuss the Dao with the Three Pure Ones.

Noticing Huanglong's unusual behavior, Yuanshi stopped him just as he was about to use his divine powers as a sage to investigate!

Taiqing was actually willing to start preaching again for the sake of this Yellow Dragon.

Moreover, one could faintly sense a heaven-reaching sword intent emanating from this young man.

"Yuanshi is protective of his own, Tongtian is arrogant and unruly, and Laozi is inactive...!"

The voice of the guide pulled Zhunti back from his reverie, "Huanglong is the second disciple personally taught by Yuanshi Tianzun. He attained the Great Luo realm in less than three huiyuan of cultivation. He is the face of the Chan Sect and is deeply favored by Taiqing and Tongtian. If you harm him, you will be offending the Three Pure Ones...!"

Zhunti opened his mouth, and the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand drooped down, its light dimming slightly.

How could he not know? But... but seeing those methods of restoring the earth, and thinking of the billions of miles of the west stained with demonic energy and the shattered mountains and rivers, the resentment in his heart grew stronger and stronger...!

"Are we just going to watch like this...?" His voice was bitter.

"Wait." Jieyin closed his eyes again. "The great trend of the primordial world is about to change, and the great calamity of the Lich King has reached its climax. Under the pervasive calamity, everything is subject to change. This child carries great merit and great karma, and will inevitably be drawn into the vortex. At that time, if an opportunity arises... it is not impossible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mount Sumeru returned to silence.

Only the golden lotus in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool slowly opens and closes, exhaling rich spiritual energy.

Zhunti stood atop the mountain, gazing eastward. After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh, for the revival of the West was a long and arduous task.

Meanwhile, in the celestial realm, within the Heavenly Court.

The majestic Lingxiao Palace stands atop the Thirty-Three Heavens, its glazed golden tiles exuding Taoist charm, while clouds surge beneath its white jade steps.

However, at this moment, the atmosphere inside the hall was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

Emperor Jun sat high on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor. To his left, Donghuang Taiyi played with the Chaos Bell, his eyes closed and silent. However, his fingertips unconsciously tapped the bell, producing a faint but disordered tinkling sound, revealing the unease in his heart.

Below, the demon saint Jiuying and Ji Meng were trembling as they recounted how one had left Tanggu to return to the Heavenly Court, and the other had left the South Heavenly Gate to go to Tanggu in the East Sea, and that they should have completed the responsibility of guarding Tanggu on time.

The two of them unknowingly wasted hundreds of years!

This directly led to the ten golden crows emerging from Tang Valley and wreaking havoc on the prehistoric world, ultimately perishing under Hou Yi's arrow.

Upon hearing Ji Meng and Jiu Ying's description,

Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, and the other eight demon saints all had gloomy expressions on their faces.

Only a handful of people have the ability to trap two Quasi-Saints silently!

Who could believe that!

Di Jun and the others had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being and steer the conversation back to the Twelve Ancestral Witches' Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons.

"Your Majesty!" In the center of the hall, Ji Meng suddenly stepped forward. This demon saint with a human body and a dragon's head had a hoarse voice. There was a deep, bone-revealing wound on his neck, with bloody aura swirling on it. It was the mark left by the axe wind of the phantom of Pangu.

The demon saint still had intense fear in his eyes, and the terrifying axe light still made him tremble uncontrollably.

"That 'Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons' must be broken! Otherwise, in a short time, none of us... will be able to withstand the first axe blow from the phantom of Pangu!"