Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

As the sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars revolve, the primordial world has been quiet ever since the Dao Ancestor Hongjun established the rule of "demons ruling the heavens and witches governing the earth" in the Zixiao Palace.

The two biggest troublemakers fought and each got a piece of territory; now they're both licking their wounds.

A rare moment of tranquility has appeared in this primordial world!

Above the heavens, the Thirty-Three Heavenly Palaces are hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, where the Sun Star and the Moon Star take turns rotating, and the power of the Moon and the Sun continues to spread across the earth.

After all the demons retreated into the Heavenly Realm, the three Heavenly Gates completely disappeared. The demons that could still be seen on the earth were only a portion of those who had accidentally obtained the methods of demon cultivation after the demons entered the Heavenly Realm.

The primordial land became the territory of the Wu tribe.

Southern wilderness.

If viewed from above, this land looks like a tattered rag that has been gripped tightly by a giant hand and then carelessly discarded.

The earth was cracked, and the crisscrossing abysses resembled hideous scars, with faint signs of subterranean fire surging from their unfathomable depths.

The once continuous, undulating sacred mountains and blessed lands are now nothing but ruins. Where the spiritual veins have broken, spiritual energy dissipates like a flood from a breached dam, and then twists and evaporates in the high temperature.

This is the main battlefield of the Second Lich War.

Ten suns blazed across the sky, scorching mountains and boiling seas; turbid waves surged, swallowing stars. When the dust settled, the south had become a purgatory.

Back then, Di Jun and Tai Yi led the demon race's quasi-saints down from the sky, and the twelve ancestral witches drew upon the earth's turbid energy to fight them. The two forces collided and tore each other apart here.

Afterwards, the Twelve Ancestral Witches summoned the phantom of Pangu, and with one axe, they severely injured the demon race. If it weren't for the appearance of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the Heavenly Realm would have collapsed with the second axe!

Now, ten thousand years later, this land remains desolate.

On the scorched earth, there was hardly any green. Only in a few areas, due to the special terrain, were there still weak spiritual veins protecting the land, where living beings clung to life.

Those races that had once been subservient to the Witch Clan were almost wiped out in the raging flames of the Ten Suns; while those who had cultivated the demon race's techniques and condensed demon cores had already ascended to the celestial realm with the demon race.

Above the earth, a white lotus radiating holy light floated in the void. Boundless purifying divine light shone on the earth, dissolving wisps of scarlet blood energy and filth between heaven and earth.

A figure was constantly moving beneath the earth, and wherever it passed, the scorched earth trembled faintly, and the earth's veins seemed to be reactivated, as if life was stirring deep within.

That figure was Huang Long.

A million kilometers behind him, hundreds of real dragons coiled in mid-air, some blue, some red, some black, some white, their bodies stretching for thousands of feet, their scales reflecting a metallic luster in the dim light of the sky.

These dragons did not transform into human form, but remained in their true forms. After scattering seeds of grass and trees on the land restored by the Yellow Dragon, they used their dragon race's talent to summon clouds and rain, quickly stimulating the growth of the seeds of grass and trees on the land and bringing life to the land.

"The last one." Huanglong flew out from the ground and came to the void. In the depths of his eyes, there were the illusory images of mountains and rivers.

He raised his hand, and the white lotus floating in the void suddenly withdrew its purifying light, tearing through the void and entering the body of the yellow dragon.

The dragons, having restored another area to green, then arrived above a vast land, continuously showering the vegetation with their rain-making magic!

The Dragon Clan, burdened with immense karmic debts due to the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han, was abandoned by the Heavenly Dao, confined to the four seas, and its fortune declined.

"Repairing the earth and restoring life is in accordance with the will of heaven, and it is also an opportunity for the dragon race to regain the recognition of heaven and earth." Huanglong looked at the other dragons, and the connection between heaven and earth became closer and closer. He nodded in satisfaction.

After ten thousand years, the harvest season is almost here.

Ten thousand years is not a long time for the creatures of the primordial world; even for those with profound cultivation, it is not as long as a single period of seclusion.

However, for beings who are focused on one thing, especially those who have been constantly urging their own magical power and continuously using supernatural abilities for thousands of years, it is also a long and arduous ordeal.

Moreover, the spiritual energy in the world is scarce, and all consumption needs to be replenished through elixirs and spiritual herbs, which is also a huge consumption.

If Huanglong hadn't been so wealthy, possessing both golden pills and spiritual medicines, it's unknown how long it would have taken to restore this land!

Huanglong cast spiritual veins into the earth, and from high above, the crisscrossing cracks began to heal at a visible speed.

The subterranean fire was pushed back into the depths, the abyss was filled with soil, and the distorted landscape slowly unfolded and was reshaped.

Immediately afterwards, all the dragons summoned clouds and rain, and a torrential downpour brimming with vitality poured down upon the earth.

When the parched earth is rehydrated with rainwater, clear springs emerge from the depths of the earth in the dried-up riverbeds, forming trickling streams.

The dragons behind Huanglong were invigorated and roared, their voices blending into a magnificent symphony that harmonized with the rumble of the earth's revival.

A miracle happened.

Where the light touched, the scorched soil quickly lost its lifelessness and turned into a fertile brownish-black.

Tender green grass sprouts broke through the soil and spread into a lush meadow at an incredible speed.

From the moment the saplings sprouted from the seeds, they grew into a lush forest within months.

Wildflowers bloom on both banks of the river, a riot of colors.

Countless living beings were released by the Yellow Dragon onto the now vibrant land.

Those were the first living beings he had migrated from the Xuanhuang Realm: docile herbivorous spirit beasts, agile exotic beasts, and all kinds of birds, insects, and fish... They were initially bewildered upon landing.

Immediately sensing the thin spiritual energy in the air and the barren soil beneath their feet, they roared and howled in terror.

These creatures run and leap across the land, but no matter what they do, they cannot find any trace of their original home. As time goes by, they have to accept that they have moved to a new home.

Looking down from the original location of the South Heavenly Gate, the once blood-yellow earth has been covered by boundless green.

A gentle breeze blows, the forest rustles like the sea, and the fragrance of flowers drifts on the wind.

Although the concentration of spiritual energy is far less than in other regions of the prehistoric world, life has already been restored and a cycle has been established.

Looking at the scene before him, Huang Long finally revealed a faint smile.

Behind them, Ao Qing and Ao Zhan, having completed the final rainmaking, were filled with emotion: "Ten thousand years of hard work have finally paid off. This land has been reborn."

Just as the last ley line was completely stabilized, and life began to multiply and thrive—

A sudden change occurred high in the heavens!

The gray-yellow haze that shrouded the south year-round was torn apart by an invisible force.

From the depths of the vast and boundless sky, a rumbling Taoist chant echoed, as if countless deities were singing in unison.

Immediately, boundless golden light was born from nothingness, initially like a stream, and in an instant it converged into a golden ocean!

That is the golden light of merit! The purest and most coveted merit of heaven and earth by all living beings in the primordial world!

Golden light, like an inverted Milky Way, descended from the heavens, with a clear target—directly pointing to the southern part of the primordial wilderness, where Huanglong and his dragon clan were located!