Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"A new home?" Zi Ling blinked. "Second Master has his own dojo now?"

"I suppose so." Huang Long carefully chose his words. "Your second master's master, who is also my eldest grand-uncle, established a Taoist temple in a place called Shouyang Mountain, which is very, very far away. As your second master's direct disciple, he naturally had to accompany him. Shouyang Mountain is very far from here, so he can't come here often in the future."

Zi Ling's face fell even more: "Then... then does that mean Zi Ling will never see Second Master again?"

"You really want to see him!" Huang Long asked. Seeing Zi Ling nod vigorously, Huang Long said, "Then you should cultivate diligently. When you break through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, I will take you to find him!"

With Zi Ling's aptitude, it will take her at least a Huiyuan to break through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. When she does, the prehistoric world will enjoy a long period of peace.

Hearing this, Zi Ling's mood improved, and she clenched her fist and said confidently, "I will break through soon, Master, you mustn't lie to me!"

"Okay, okay." Huang Long nodded with a smile.

He led Zi Ling and a group of little ones towards Wudao Peak, inspecting the five mountain peaks that served as the foundation of the great formation, as well as the few innate spiritual roots along the way.

The spiritual roots and medicinal herbs in the mountains are growing well, and the mythical birds and beasts are plump and strong.

Zi Ling managed the cave in an orderly manner, even more meticulously than when he managed it himself.

"Thank you for your hard work," Huang Long said to Zi Ling.

"It's not hard work!" Zi Ling shook her head, her eyes sparkling. "Zi Ling loves tending to the cave the most, watching these spirit roots bloom..."

"It's just...it's just that sometimes I miss the master, and now I miss the second master too. He knows so much, and he teaches me something new every time he comes."

When Xuan Du was mentioned, a look of longing appeared on her small face.

Just as Zi Ling led Huang Long to the big ailanthus tree to inspect the jars of blood jujube wine they had buried under it.

A sudden fluctuation emanated from the array at the entrance to the cave.

There were visitors, and more than one person.

Huanglong's primordial spirit swept over the area, and a smile appeared on his face.

The visitors were none other than the disciples of the Chan Sect!

Leading the group was the Antarctic Immortal, followed by more than ten people including Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Taiyi, Yu Ding, Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Cihang. Almost all the second generation of the Chan Sect had arrived.

They clearly sensed his return and arranged to come together.

But their simultaneous visit suggests it might be more than just a simple reunion.

Huang Long felt a sense of doubt, but his hands continued to move. He put a jar of blood date wine into the Xuanhuang Realm, and with a slight thought, he opened the array restriction at the entrance of the cave.

"Fellow disciples, please come in."

As the sound was heard, Huang Long had already brought Zi Ling to the teleportation array to greet them.

The portal flashed, and a dozen figures filed in.

The one leading the group, with white hair and a youthful face, holding a staff adorned with coiled dragons, was none other than the Antarctic Immortal. Upon seeing Huang Long, he smiled gently and said, "Junior Brother Huang Long, you are truly a very busy man. It is much more difficult to see you than to see our teacher."

"Senior brother is too kind. If you need anything, I'll be there whenever you call!" Huang Long returned the greeting. "Please, let's talk inside."

He stepped aside to lead the way, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

Guang Chengzi looked solemn, Chi Jingzi frowned slightly, Taiyi Zhenren seemed to be deep in thought, and Yu Ding Zhenren was expressionless... Everyone's expression was different, but they all had one thing in common - solemnity.

It seems that the separation of the Three Pure Ones has had a far greater impact on these core disciples of the Chan Sect than they had imagined.

Huang Long sighed inwardly and led everyone into the Five Elements Courtyard of Wudao Peak.

Above Wudao Peak, the sea of ​​clouds surges, and in the distance, the mountains are verdant and the birds fly about, truly a scene of celestial beauty.

Zi Ling had already led several followers to make arrangements here.

Bai Xiao and Bai Hong are two white apes transformed into children, dressed in plain white clothes, and their movements are light and agile; Yuan Lu, Yuan Shuang, and Yuan Zhu are three five-colored deer transformed into girls, dressed in colorful dresses, and occasionally drawing a trace of the blessing energy of heaven and earth from the void, but compared with the seven little unicorns surrounding them, they are almost non-existent.

Under Zi Ling's command, the five little ones worked together seamlessly, bringing out more than a dozen jade tables and placing them in front of Huang Long to entertain his fellow disciples, with more than a dozen futons placed on each table.

"Please be seated, fellow disciples." Zi Ling bowed politely.

The Old Man of the South Pole smiled and nodded: "Ziling is becoming more and more sensible. Junior Brother Huanglong, you have trained this child well."

"Senior brother, you flatter me." Huang Long invited everyone to take their seats.

The disciples of the Chan Sect took their seats in order of their cultivation level and the order in which they joined the sect. The Antarctic Immortal sat to the left of the main seat, Guang Chengzi to the right, and the others, such as Chi Jingzi, Taiyi Zhenren, and Yu Ding Zhenren, sat on either side. Huang Long, as the host, sat in the main seat.

Zi Ling, accompanied by five children, began to pour tea.

The emerald green tea liquor was poured into the jade cup, and wisps of white steam rose up. The steam condensed in the air and took on different shapes, appearing and disappearing among itself, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

At the same time, Bai Xiao and Bai Hong served several plates of spiritual fruits—including "ginseng fruit" that looked like a baby, "red blood dates" that were as red as fire and exuded warmth, and "purple thunder grapes" that shimmered with purple light and had faint thunder patterns. All of these were acquired spiritual roots cultivated within the cave.

"Brother Antarctic, Brother Guangchengzi, and fellow disciples, please!" Huang Long raised his teacup and addressed the crowd.

"Excellent tea." The Antarctic Immortal took a sip and praised, "Only here with my junior brother can I drink my fill of this Enlightenment Tea."

Huang Long laughed and said, "If you like it, please have a few more cups. I don't have much else here, but I have plenty of Enlightenment Tea."

The atmosphere eased slightly.

But everyone knew that today's gathering was not just for tea.

After a moment of silence, Guang Chengzi put down his teacup and spoke first: "Junior Brother Huanglong, you've returned from Kunlun, so you must have seen everything?"

The question was phrased subtly, but everyone present understood its deeper meaning.

Huang Long nodded slowly: "I see. On Sanqing Peak, there is only one palace left, and it has been renamed Yuxu Palace."

These few simple words elicited a variety of expressions from the people present.

Chi Jingzi sighed deeply: "Who could have imagined that our three masters would come to this? The Three Pure Ones are one, bound by the same breath, a fact known to all in the primordial world. Now... alas."

His sigh seemed to open up a floodgate of conversation.

Taiyi Zhenren continued, "Actually, there were signs long ago. In recent years, the disciples of the Jie Sect have become increasingly unscrupulous, wantonly picking spiritual creatures in Kunlun Mountain, and many rare immortal herbs have almost become extinct. Uncle Tongtian has also indulged his disciples, teaching without discrimination, accepting anyone who passes the test, turning the once peaceful Kunlun Holy Land into a mess."

These words were so straightforward that they immediately resonated with many people.

"Junior Brother Taiyi is right," Manjushri said calmly. "I took a 'Seven-Aperture Exquisite Flower' from Senior Brother Huanglong and carefully tended to it for hundreds of years. It was about to bloom when a disciple of the Jie Sect stole it and swallowed it. When I went to reason with him, the disciple actually said, 'Things of Kunlun belong to the first to be picked,' which is simply outrageous."