Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Feeling the throbbing deep within my primordial spirit.

"They've come after all...!"

Huang Long looked solemn. He suddenly looked up towards the direction of Kunlun Mountain, trying to see through the endless void that the three majestic figures were still on Sanqing Peak.

However, in his primordial spirit's perception, all three paths were connected to him. Originally, they were integrated and perfectly unified, but that vast fortune was quietly changing.

The three streams of energy were respectively dark yellow, jade white, and cyan purple, representing the three sages: Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, and Shangqing Tongtian.

Since Huanglong became a disciple, he sensed that the fortunes of the Three Pure Ones had always been closely connected and intertwined, as if they were one.

"The Three Pure Ones split up...!"

Huang Long's lips were dry. These four words exploded in his mind, making his very soul tremble.

He knew this day would come.

He knew better than anyone else that the Three Pure Ones were destined to separate...!

He has also been working to stop this!

but......!

Knowing something is one thing, but actually facing and experiencing it is another.

Taiqing Shibo's detached and indifferent demeanor, Yuqing Shizun's dignified and protective nature, Tongtian Shishu's bold and unrestrained spirit, and those fellow disciples... although the disciples of the Chan and Jie sects often had friction.

But those years spent listening to the teachings of the Three Pure Ones were the most precious time for seeking the Dao in the primordial world, even though he didn't spend much time in Kunlun.

"No, perhaps it's not too late!"

A glimmer of hope flashed in Huanglong's eyes, and he suddenly tore through the void in front of him.

With his full cultivation as a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he could easily manipulate the laws of space as if they were threads in his hands.

A deep, dark passage unfolds before us, leading to a distant land.

Huang Long stepped in, and his figure disappeared into the spatial turbulence.

He knew that the division of the Three Pure Ones was an inevitable trend, a destiny ordained by Heaven, and a divergence in the path of the sages.

But a sliver of hope remained in his heart—perhaps when he arrived, the Sanqing Palace would still be there, and the three masters would only have a temporary conflict, like brothers arguing in an ordinary family, and would be able to make up after some time.

Even if the possibility is very small.

The spatial passage is filled with bizarre and fantastical sights, where time and space lose their meaning.

Huanglong pushed his speed to the limit, his body protected by the Five Elements Divine Light, and he forcefully carved out a smooth path through the raging spatial turbulence.

He covered a distance that would normally take a Grand Luo Golden Immortal three days to traverse in just one hour.

As the outline of the Kunlun Mountains became clearer from its illusory form, Huang Long's heart sank.

quiet!

It's so quiet!

How bustling Kunlun used to be!

The Jie Sect's immortals flocked to pay homage, and every day tens of thousands of cultivators traversed the mountains.

The sounds of preaching, discussing the law, exchanging supernatural powers, and the neighing of mythical beasts and mounts, though noisy, are precisely what weave together to create the unique vitality of Kunlun.

Furthermore, the aura of the Three Pure Ones pervades the entire mountain, making this place a sacred cultivation ground with the richest primordial spiritual energy and the clearest Dao principles.

But now...

Huanglong stepped out of the spatial passage and landed at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, in front of the huge porch.

The mountain gate before us is still majestic, and the auspicious clouds and mythical beasts carved on the white jade pillars are still lifelike. However, the disciples of the Chan Sect who guard the mountain are gone, the cultivators coming and going on the mountain path are gone, and even the lingering echoes of sermons in the air have become much thinner.

Only the mountain wind howled through the empty mountain gate, bringing a refreshing warmth, but it could not warm the chill in Huanglong's heart.

Huang Long took a deep breath; the air still contained innate spiritual energy far exceeding that of the outside world.

He walked up the mountain path.

The higher Huanglong climbed, the heavier his heart became.

Along the way, we passed several platforms where disciples of the Jie Sect often gathered to discuss the Dao. The stone tables and benches were still there, but there was no one in sight.

"Really...they're all gone?"

Huanglong muttered to himself, no longer climbing slowly. A surge of inspiration flashed through him, and his figure disappeared in a flash!

When he arrived at Sanqing Peak, the sight before him completely froze him in place.

Before my eyes was a huge preaching platform, made of innate spiritual jade, with three futons arranged in the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man—those were the seats of the Three Pure Ones.

The preaching platform was empty at this moment, with only the rich Taoist atmosphere still permeating the air.

That is the pure and inactive way of Taiqing, like clouds and mist, ethereal and transcendent; that is the orderly and majestic way of Yuqing, like mountains and peaks, profound and solemn; that is the way of Tongtian to seize life, like swords and thunder, unstoppable.

The three Daoist principles intertwine, becoming indistinguishable from one another, together forming the unique sacred place of enlightenment at Sanqing Peak.

Today, although these three Daoist principles still exist, a subtle distance has emerged between them.

It's like three colors of light barely mixing together; upon closer inspection, you can see they are slowly separating.

Around the preaching platform, endless spiritual energy transformed into clouds and mist flowed slowly, with countless rays of light and auspicious colors. Spiritual springs gushed out from the void and disappeared, and golden lotuses bloomed and withered in the Daoist rhythm. It was truly a sacred place.

Huang Long felt suffocated.

Because this fairyland is too perfect, too quiet, so perfect it's unreal, so quiet it's like an illusion.

His gaze slowly shifted to the back of the pulpit.

There should have been three palaces standing there—Taiqing Palace was simple and unpretentious, Yuqing Palace was solemn and magnificent, and Shangqing Palace was imposing and powerful.

The three palaces are arranged in a straight line, standing atop the Sanqing Peak, symbolizing the unity of the Three Pure Ones and their interconnectedness.

What now?

Only one palace stands alone in the same place.

The other two palaces, along with their foundations, vanished without a trace, leaving only two flat, empty plots of land, so clean they seemed never to have existed.

This "cleanliness" is all the more glaring—it's the absolute blankness left after a sage has wiped away all traces.

The inscription on the plaque of the only remaining palace has also changed.

"Jade Void Palace!!!"

The three ancient Taoist characters radiated a pure and ethereal light, and each stroke contained the Primordial Celestial Venerable's understanding of "order" and "orthodoxy".

But as Huang Long stared at the plaque, the words "Yuqing Palace" came to mind—that was the original name of the palace.

The Jade Purity Palace was renamed the Jade Void Palace; a difference of just one character, yet a world of difference.

"Palace" means dwelling place; "emptiness" means emptiness, and also implies "nothingness" and "loneliness".

The Celestial Venerable of Primordial Beginning changed the name of the palace to Jade Void, and Huanglong dared not ponder the deeper meaning behind it.

He stood there for a full fifteen minutes.

The strong wind blew the Taoist robe, making it flutter loudly.

Huanglong closed his eyes, and his primordial spirit perception spread out, covering the entire Sanqing Peak and even extending to other peaks in the Kunlun Mountains.

No.

Apart from the aura of the Chan Sect disciples, there was no other aura of the Jie Sect disciples in the entire Kunlun Mountains.

All the disciples of the Jie Sect left, along with their cave dwellings, spiritual plants, and domesticated spirit beasts, all of which disappeared without a trace.

Xuan Du... is gone too...!

The vast Kunlun Mountain was now reduced to only a few disciples of the Chan Sect!

No, now we also need to add the returning Huanglong.

"well......"