Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

At this moment, the gazes of the two saints pierced through the endless void and landed on the lingering glow of the Southern Merit Pillar that had just dissipated.

Zhunti's Adam's apple bobbed, and he involuntarily swallowed, his eyes gleaming with an almost greedy light.

"Senior brother... such immense merit! If it could be channeled into the West to nourish this barren land, how could we worry about the spiritual veins not flourishing and sentient beings not being saved?"

The sorrow on Jieyin's face deepened further. He slowly fiddled with the precious banner in his hand, his voice filled with anguish:

"Indeed, it is a massive amount of merit. Huanglong alone received 70%, which is enough to make his foundation extremely solid in the Great Luo Realm, and even allow him to glimpse a trace of the Quasi-Saint realm."

The remaining dragons received thirty percent, allowing that declining race to regain a semblance of its former glory... Alas, how favored the East is by Heaven!

"Extravagant favor?"

Zhunti couldn't help but raise his voice, "The Three Pure Ones reside in the East, their fortunes flourishing. How could a disciple like Huanglong be born there? How could he find such an opportunity to seize merit? Senior brother, this merit should... should rightfully belong to our West!"

After speaking, a hint of hatred flashed in Zhunti's eyes: "If it weren't for the Demon Ancestor Rahu destroying this western land, the west would certainly not be inferior to the east!"

His tone was full of resentment and bitterness.

The barrenness of the West was caused by the self-destruction of the Demon Ancestor Rahu during the struggle between the Dao and the Demons, which destroyed the spiritual veins and depleted the earth's energy.

After Jieyin and Zhunti attained sainthood, they made a great vow to borrow merit from the Heavenly Dao, which barely enabled them to establish the Western Religion, but its foundation remained weak.

They are constantly craving merit to make up for the deficiencies of the West, repay the "loan of heaven," and realize the great prosperity of Western religion.

Seeing Huanglong gain such immense merit was like having a grand feast laid out before a starving man, only to be told he cannot eat it.

After a long silence, Jieyin said, "What Huanglong did was to repair the wounds inflicted on the primordial world by the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, to maintain the balance of the universe, and to conform to the Way of Heaven. This opportunity was created by us. Our Western Regions have no such merit!"

"Then let's wait for the next opportunity!" Zhunti's eyes flickered. "After a period of time, the Dao Ancestor's restrictions will dissipate, and the Wu and Yao races will definitely engage in a larger-scale battle. At that time, it won't just be the Southern Continent that will be shattered; the Primordial World will also be affected."

At that time, the imbalance of heaven and earth will not be limited to just one place. We should diligently teach our disciples so that they can seize the opportunity and accumulate even greater merit.

Zhunti revealed his plan, then looked at Huanglong and continued, "If that Huanglong were a disciple of my Western Sect...!"

He paused here, exchanged a glance with Jieyin, and both saw the helplessness and longing in each other's eyes.

Crossing the Yellow Dragon into the West?

The thought had barely formed when it vanished on its own, and I dared not dwell on it any longer!

"So be it, the opportunity hasn't arrived yet, we can't force it." Jieyin sighed, "Our Western Paradise is flourishing, but we still need to be patient and plan slowly. However, the Three Pure Ones are producing many talented individuals, their fortunes are intertwined, and their position is becoming increasingly stable, which is crucial for our Western Paradise...!"

Before the words were even finished, both sages trembled simultaneously!

For the first time, astonishment appeared on the sorrowful face of the guide, which then transformed into an indescribable complex expression, a mixture of sadness and joy.

Zhunti suddenly stood up, and a trace of his holy power uncontrollably leaked out, causing the water in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool to ripple!

"Senior brother! I didn't sense it wrong... We've separated?" Zhunti's voice trembled with disbelief.

Jieyin nodded slowly, the sorrow on his face fading slightly, revealing an almost ethereal smile: "Indeed... we've separated."

Just moments ago, as the extraordinary phenomena of merit completely subsided and the fluctuations of the Heavenly Dao returned to calm, they, as saints,

At the same time, they sensed that the three originally unified and intertwined vast fortunes in the primordial world—Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing, representing the supreme fortunes of the Three Pure Ones—had developed a sense of alienation that only a sage could discern at that moment!

Although they have not been completely separated, the close and interdependent relationship has been broken.

The three streams of fortune remained strong, but they no longer blended perfectly. Instead, they spiraled independently, with subtle boundaries appearing between them, each belonging to its own.

"The Three Pure Ones...have split up?"

Zhunti murmured, then burst into uncontrollable laughter, "Haha, hahaha! My teacher was right, the time for the great rise of the West has come!"

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, completely lacking any semblance of saintly composure, only experiencing the ecstatic release of long-suppressed frustration.

The Three Pure Ones are one entity, forming an unyielding and solid force within the Xuanmen (Taoist sects), a mountain weighing heavily on the hearts of all non-Xuanmen forces.

Now, cracks have appeared in this mountain!

Whatever the reason, this is fantastic news for Western religions!

Although Jieyin did not lose his composure like Zhunti, his fingers moving the prayer beads noticeably faster, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light: "The Three Pure Ones' auras are separating, their fortunes are diverging... This is a sign of a great change in the world. The Wu and Yao races have temporarily ceased their war, but a rift has formed between the Three Pure Ones... Our Western Sect is about to rise to great prominence."

He looked up, gazing eastward towards Kunlun, and for the first time, a flame called "hope" ignited deep within his sorrowful gaze.

"Closely monitor the movements of the Three Pure Ones. Furthermore..." Jieyin paused, "Huanglong has gained so much merit from repairing the earth this time, the Three Pure Ones will surely react. Let's see if this rift will widen as a result."

Zhunti gradually stopped laughing, sat down again, and his face still glowed with excitement: "Senior brother is right. Huanglong is a disciple of Yuanshi, yet he did something that has far-reaching and impactful effects on both the lich and demon realms. The Three Pure Ones may not share the same opinion on this. Perhaps... hehe."

The two sages fell silent, but their divine thoughts were firmly fixed on the east.

The Western religion, like a great ship struggling in a barren sea of ​​suffering, seems to have finally seen the outline of land appearing in the distance.

In the southern part of the wilderness, the land has recovered its vitality.

Huanglong calmed down the excited dragons and arranged for them to take turns patrolling to protect the creatures of this land. He also left some dragons to temporarily reside here to guide the newborn creatures and prevent the recurrence of evil.

At the same time, Huanglong also arranged for a portion of the dragon race to roam the primordial land, continuing to accumulate merit for themselves and the dragon race by following the methods Huanglong taught for repairing the earth's veins and creating the land.

Huang Long stood alone atop the mountain he had reshaped, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Accumulating merit and reducing karmic burdens is just the beginning.

"The aura of the Three Pure Ones...!"

Huang Long suddenly frowned slightly. As a direct disciple of Yuanshi, he was more perceptive of the Three Pure Ones' fortune than others.

Just now, he vaguely sensed a very subtle sense of "alienation" coming from the direction of Kunlun Mountain, but it vanished in an instant and was difficult to investigate.

This slight sense of alienation made Huang Long think of a possibility, a possibility that he had always wanted to change but knew was bound to happen!