Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The first to sense it were naturally the demons, who were closest to us and lived high in the heavens.

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

Emperor Jun sat on the throne forged from the essence of the sun, wearing a crown of the sun and moon and a golden crow imperial robe. He was originally discussing the final details of the Zhou Tian Star Array with Taiyi, Kunpeng, Fuxi and other high-ranking members of the demon race.

The overwhelming golden light of merit awakened all the high-ranking members of the demon race from their state of deduction array!

Di Jun suddenly stood up, took a step, and arrived at the cloud platform outside the palace.

Taiyi followed closely behind, the Chaos Bell in his hand ringing silently.

The Hetu and Luoshu in Fuxi's hands vibrated, and wisps of energy spread out, deducing the secrets of heaven related to the merits of the Heavenly Dao.

All the demon saints appeared one after another, looking towards the vast Heavenly Dao Merit in the south.

The golden pillar of light pierced through the heavens and earth, magnificent and awe-inspiring. Even from hundreds of millions of miles away, one could still feel the boundless favor and peaceful aura of the heavens contained within it.

When Di Jun saw the figure beneath the merit, his expression darkened visibly, and the anger that had been suppressed for millennia in his eyes was reignited.

"What a magnificent dragon race!"

"What a magnificent sight Huanglong!"

He practically spat out those two sentences through gritted teeth.

Beside him, Donghuang Taiyi held the Chaos Bell, its surface adorned with flickering patterns of the sun, moon, and stars. His voice was icy: "Repairing the earth, creating life? What a fine way to maintain heaven and earth! The more merit he gains, the heavier the karmic burden on my demon race will become!"

Demon Master Kunpeng narrowed his long, narrow eyes, and black water shimmered around his body. He said slowly, "Your Majesty, the Dao Ancestor only forbade killing, not acts of merit. Huanglong's actions took full advantage of the opportune moment... Our demon race now owes him another debt of karma."

Fuxi sighed softly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the void, deducing the secrets of heaven: "Seventy percent of the merit goes to the Yellow Dragon, and thirty percent is distributed to the Dragon Clan... Heaven's way is impartial, determined by contribution. However, this 'contribution' is built upon the ruins created by my clan and the Witch Clan."

Di Jun clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves, and the True Fire of the Sun burst out between his fingers, distorting the surrounding space.

How could he not know? Every bit of merit Huanglong gained meant that the karma that the Wu and Yao races had borne for shattering heaven and earth would be slightly reduced when the Heavenly Dao settled accounts with them—but the reduced portion became Huanglong's and the Dragon race's merit!

What's even more frustrating is that they have to "thank" the other party for cleaning up the mess.

Otherwise, without Huanglong's repair, the karmic punishment brought down by Heaven would only be more severe.

This is simply... being slapped in the face and then having to bow and thank the person!

"What a scheme! What a disciple of the Sage!" Di Jun took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He believed that all of this was the Sage's scheme!

However, he could only bury all of this deep in his heart. He dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction until he had wiped out the witch clan, become a true ruler of heaven and earth, and gained strength that surpassed that of saints!

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, stands the Temple of the Ancestral Witches.

The same golden light also entered the eyes of the twelve ancestral witches.

Dijiang spreads its four wings and floats on the top of Dijiang Palace, with space naturally folding and twisting around it.

Beside him stood Zhu Jiuyin, a man with a snake's body, his eyes tightly closed, yet seemingly having already seen through this scene in the long river of time.

"This little family truly cares about the primordial world." Gonggong's voice was like a raging torrent, water vapor rose from his body, and the earth beneath his feet trembled slightly.

Zhu Rong, his hair ablaze with fire, laughed and said, "He got away with this! We'll have to make him bring us several jars of blood date wine to compensate us. Without us, he wouldn't have had the chance to accumulate so much merit!"

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, shook her head slightly. Her face was gentle, and she exuded an aura as weighty as the earth itself: "Young friend Huanglong, your restoration of the earth is indeed a meritorious deed, truly virtuous!"

Frost enveloped Xuanming, and he said coldly, "Good? He gains merit, while my clan increases its karmic burden, and even makes us, the descendants of Pangu, owe him merit. This way of Heaven is truly despicable!"

Dijiang spoke slowly, his voice ethereal, as if coming from all directions: "Never mind them! These minor karmic obstacles have no effect on the Wu Clan. Once we further enhance the power of the Dutian Divine Fiend Array, we will slay the demons, cleave Hongjun, and the primordial world created by our Father God will be ours to command!"

The ancestral shamans were awed and responded in unison.

In the southern part of the primordial wilderness, at the center of golden light of merit.

Huanglong stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air, calmly accepting the infusion of the vast golden light.

Seventy percent of his virtue, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, formed a golden wheel of merit behind him once more.

Nourished by the golden light of merit, the Great Luo Three Flowers become even more solid and radiant.

Behind him, hundreds of dragons were also enveloped in golden light.

Ao Qing and Ao Zhan received the most, and together they accounted for about 10% of the total merit.

Under the tempering of the golden light of merit, the dragons' karmic obstacles were completely wiped away, and they roared excitedly!

"roar--!"

The dragon's roar was filled with unprecedented joy and hope.

This wave of heavenly merit descends means that a portion of the karmic obstacles affecting the overall fortune of the Dragon Clan has been eliminated!

This means that these dragons have broken through the limitations of karma and are heading towards a higher realm, and more powerful beings will emerge from among them!

The other dragons received the remaining two-tenths of the merit according to their contributions.

All the dragons in the four seas clearly felt that the heavy karma that had been pressing down on their bloodline since the first tribulation of the dragon and phoenix had been lessened!

Although this relief is just a drop in the ocean compared to the enormous amount of karma accumulated by the entire dragon race, it is undoubtedly a ray of hope!

This is the second time since the fall of the Ancestral Dragon that the Dragon Clan has seen the possibility of escaping its fate of decline!

As the golden light faded and the sky cleared, the landscape of the southern land had been completely transformed.

With its green hills and clear waters, roaming mythical beasts, and fresh air, it may not be as pristine as the most blessed lands of the primordial era, but it is still a peaceful and vibrant place.

Huanglong opened his eyes, a flash of golden light appearing in them, and his aura became even more profound and deep as the sea.

He turned to face all the dragons who had participated in the restoration and bowed solemnly: "Ten thousand years of hard work have brought you to a perfect end. You will all receive the full support of your respective clans in the future. You should carefully study the Great Dao and strive for the revival of the dragon race!"

Ao Qing returned the greeting first, his voice trembling with emotion: "It is we who should thank Lord Huanglong! If it were not for your foresight and wisdom in leading us to perform this virtuous act, when would the Dragon Clan ever see the light of day?"

The dragons all transformed into human form and bowed in gratitude. Their gazes toward the yellow dragon were filled with heartfelt respect and appreciation.

Huanglong accepted the greeting with composure, but his gaze turned to a more distant place, to the various parts of the primordial world that were being looked upon by countless eyes due to the extraordinary phenomena of merit.

At the southernmost point of Jambudvipa lies an immortal volcano.

This is a primordial, extremely hot and sunny place, where continuous volcanic craters spew forth immortal flames that incinerate all things year-round.

Deep within the volcano, in a boundless sea of ​​fire formed from primordial fire essence, lies the ancestor of the Phoenix Clan—Yuan Feng.

Severely injured by the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, Yuan Feng suppressed the eruption of the Undying Volcano with her own power, falling into a long slumber. Only in this way could she offset some of the Phoenix Clan's karmic burdens and maintain the Phoenix Clan's surviving destiny.

At this moment, at the edge of the sea of ​​fire, a stunningly beautiful figure draped in a seven-colored feather robe stepped through the flames.

Her face exuded innate nobility and majesty, with a vermilion flame pattern dancing between her brows; she was none other than the Vermilion Bird, one of the surviving ancestors of the Phoenix Clan.