Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huanglong raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The ice crystal fireworks that filled the sky had long since dissipated, nine of the ten golden crows had fallen, and Dijun and Taiyi had returned to the Heavenly Court!

Now, only one great sun hangs high in the sky, its light no longer filled with the aura of death.

"The ten-day calamity has passed. The power of the yang energy in the world is slowly dissipating!"

Huang Long said slowly, "But it will take a long time for the earth to recover its vitality!"

Ao Guang looked at Huang Zhong with some confusion: "Brother, you mean...!"

"There's no rush here. I have a way to gain more merit, but I need more manpower."

Huang Long changed the subject abruptly, "You just sent a message saying there was any discovery in this area?"

"Ah, right!" Ao Guang slapped his forehead. "Eighty thousand miles to the west, there is a mountain called Shouyang Mountain. That mountain is protected by a natural array, and outside the array originally lived millions of people—a group that migrated from the coast of the East Sea."

Huang Long's eyes flickered slightly: "Humans?"

"Hmm. I once heard the ancestor mention that after you were born into the Laren race, you briefly protected them for a period of time. Later, they revered you as a 'Totem Sacred Beast' and often worshipped you."

Ao Guang's voice lowered as he spoke, "This time, the ten suns soaring into the sky... the humans outside the great formation also suffered this calamity. I went to see for myself; most of the humans have been burned to ashes!"

He choked up for a moment: "Only a few thousand people survived, having taken refuge in caves shrouded by the great formation."

Huang Long remained silent for a long time.

He remembered those fragile yet resilient creatures. Created from clay by the sage Nuwa, they possessed innate Daoist bodies but lacked innate supernatural powers, struggling to survive in the primordial wilderness teeming with ferocious beasts.

Entrusted by Nuwa, he protected the human race and helped them through a difficult period.

Today, the human race that migrated here is almost extinct.

"Shouyang Mountain is protected by a powerful formation and is safe for the time being."

Huanglong finally said, "The affairs of the human race have their own destiny. Since we are not saints, we should not interfere too much. Once the earth recovers, they will come out of the cave and rebuild their tribes."

This is not indifference, but wisdom gained through countless eons.

In the primordial era, all races had their own predetermined rise and fall.

Only those creatures that have endured countless hardships and overcome them through their own abilities are qualified to survive on this land.

Ao Guang nodded as if he understood, then remembered something: "By the way, elder brother, I sensed a very faint innate golden energy near Shouyang Mountain, like... some kind of unborn spiritual treasure. But I don't have time to investigate now."

Huanglong noted this information but didn't pay much attention to it. The primordial land was filled with countless spiritual treasures, each with its own destiny and power; they couldn't be forced.

He turned to face the dragons who were still bringing rain, his voice booming like a bell that echoed through the rain:

"All dragons, halt!"

Upon hearing the Yellow Dragon's voice, all the dragons hovered in the air, their gazes converging.

Huanglong stood in the void, his Xuanhuang Daoist robe fluttering without wind. The aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal spread out like mountains and seas, yet carried a reassuring gentleness.

"The great calamity has temporarily ceased. Nine of the ten golden crows have perished at the hands of the witch clan, and the last surviving one has been imprisoned by the Heavenly Emperor and taken back to the Heavenly Realm. The solar laws of the world are slowly fading, the temperature will gradually decrease, and the water vapor will begin to gather again."

He pointed to the scorched earth in the distance: "Now we don't need so many dragons gathered together to unleash their supernatural powers to control clouds and rain!"

A dragon with the cultivation level of Taiyi Realm asked in a trembling voice, "What does Your Excellency mean...?"

"Gathering together to summon clouds and rain in this way is a waste of time and will not bring much merit. We need to change our strategy."

Huang Long said decisively, "Dragons from the Golden Immortal Realm and the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, come with me to the core area destroyed by the great war to clear the spiritual veins and purify the evil energy."

"As for the dragons below the Golden Immortal level, they scatter throughout the earth, using their natural talent for controlling clouds and rain, combined with the moisture that the earth and sky naturally replenish, to bring down rain over a smaller area but for a longer period of time."

A dragon from the Xuanxian realm hesitated, saying, "My lord, we are burdened with karma. If we act separately, we fear we will suffer a backlash from the Heavenly Dao...!"

"Things are different now than they used to be."

Huanglong's gaze swept over every face. "What the Dragon Clan has done is a great act of merit in saving all living beings. Heaven is impartial, and merit and demerit are measured in their own way. Moreover, the merit gained from your actions here is enough to temporarily suppress the karma on your bodies, and there is absolutely no risk of backlash."

These words were like a stabilizing force, invigorating the spirits of all the dragons.

Huang Long continued, "I will leave a wisp of my primordial spirit mark on each member of the clan. If danger arises, I will arrive in an instant with a thought."

He raised his hand, and a warm, dark yellow light emanated from his fingertips.

The light transformed into over a hundred fine threads, precisely entering the brows of each dragon.

The silk threads melt upon entering the body, merging into the bloodstream, like an invisible talisman.

Feeling the warm and vast power within him, Ao Guang couldn't help but ask, "Brother, shall we set off now?"

"No rush." ​​Huang Long looked south. "Let's meet up with Ao Qing and Ao Zhan first and reorganize the three teams. Once everyone is settled, we can split up and move on."

He looked at the main pearl of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, which was still floating in the air, and suddenly reached out and beckoned.

The Sea-Stabilizing Pearl transformed into a beam of light and was absorbed into Huanglong's sleeve.

He still intends to take this magical treasure with him, not leave it to these dragons, even if the Heavenly Dao doesn't care about them and they perish here.

"Let's go." Huanglong unleashed his magic, enveloping all the dragons above the Golden Immortal level, then tore open space. "Ao Guang, lead the way."

After three consecutive spatial crossings, Huanglong, leading over a hundred dragons, found two other teams.

On the scorched earth, the dragons formed an array, the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl suspended in the air, struggling to unleash a rain curtain that barely covered millions of miles. These two dragon teams each had two Great Luo Golden Immortals present, and the range and efficiency of their rainfall far exceeded that of Ao Guang's dragon team.

Ao Qing and Ao Zhan, two senior dragons who had recently broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, both showed expressions of relief when they saw Huang Long.

"Lord Huanglong!"

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Huang Long reiterated the previous arrangements.

The two Great Luo Dragon Clan members pondered for a moment and then nodded: "We will do as you say, my nephew. We will concentrate our forces of Golden Immortal and above to repair the foundation of the earth's veins, while the rest of our clansmen will disperse to continue bringing rain and rescue countless lives. We will follow Lord Huanglong's arrangements."

These dragons have unparalleled faith in the Yellow Dragon, a fact that even the Azure Dragon Ancestor values ​​highly.