Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The Dao patterns manifested on Mount Ling, upon hearing this call, faded away like sand paintings scattered by an invisible wind, slowly losing their mysterious luster.

He had only been standing on the clouds outside the island for a short while when his mind was drawn to these patterns, and he unknowingly entered a state of enlightenment.

At this moment, the Dao patterns disappeared, and the scene inside Jin'ao Island finally became clear.

Jin'ao Island truly lives up to its reputation as the newly chosen sacred ground by the sages. One after another, spiritual peaks rise from the ground like jade pillars supporting the sky, and the peaks are connected by rainbow-like spiritual energy bridges. Dense spiritual energy turns into clouds and mist that rolls under the bridges, and one can vaguely see disciples of the Jie Sect manifesting their true forms and shuttling between them.

Huang Long took a deep breath. He could sense that deep within the island's earth veins, thirty-six innate spiritual veins were coiled, absorbing the boundless spiritual energy of the East Sea and the essence of the sun and moon.

No wonder Master Tongtian chose this place; such a blessed land is among the best in the entire prehistoric world.

"Senior Brother Huanglong?"

The voice called again, this time with a hint of caution.

Huanglong turned around and saw four figures standing on the clouds a hundred feet away.

It was Zhao Gongming. Standing beside him were three fairies, all dressed in celestial robes woven from clouds and mist. They looked seven or eight parts alike, but their temperaments were completely different.

It was the Three Immortal Sisters.

However, at this moment, Bixiao was biting her lower lip, her almond-shaped eyes filled with apprehension.

Huang Long's gaze swept over the four people, and his heart stirred slightly.

It seems that leaving Kunlun Mountain was indeed an opportunity for these disciples of the Jie Sect.

Back in Kunlun, Zhao Gongming and Yunxiao were still in the early Taiyi stage, while Qiongxiao and Bixiao were only in the late Jinxian stage.

Now, only tens of thousands of years have passed. Zhao Gongming and Yunxiao have already broken through to the mid-stage of Taiyi, with a solid foundation and profound magical power. Qiongxiao and Bixiao have also both entered the early stage of Taiyi. Their Daoist charm resonates faintly with the innate spiritual energy of Jin'ao Island. The foundation of their Dao has been honed to a remarkable degree throughout their lives.

"Senior Brother Huanglong." Yunxiao took half a step forward, bowed slightly, and said in a clear and elegant voice with apology, "Bixiao was impetuous and did not know that Senior Brother was in the process of comprehending the Dao. I have disturbed you with my words. Please forgive me."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the lingering Daoist aura around Huanglong, which had not yet completely dissipated, and a hint of regret flashed in her eyes.

Although it was unclear why Huanglong would enter a state of enlightenment upon seeing Jin'ao Island, Bixiao's call pulled Huanglong out of this opportunity.

Bixiao also lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Huanglong... I saw you standing on the cloud for a long time without moving, and I thought you couldn't find the way to the island..." Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. She twisted the hem of her skirt with her hands, and the golden bells made a soft tinkling sound with her movements.

Huang Long smiled.

With that smile, the last wisp of Daoist aura around him completely dissipated. He waved his hand, his voice gentle: "It's nothing, just a few insights, lost is lost. But I must congratulate my four junior brothers and sisters on your progress in the Great Dao, congratulations!"

That's a sincere statement.

Moreover, as long as Jin'ao Island still exists, one can comprehend it at any time, it just takes a little more time.

Although the Sanqing School has branched out, they ultimately share the same origin.

Besides, he already had a good relationship with these disciples of the Jie Sect, so he wouldn't get angry over such a trivial matter.

Seeing their cultivation level greatly improved and their path to enlightenment bright, I was naturally happy for them.

Zhao Gongming breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and laughed heartily, "Senior brother is still so easy to talk to! Just now, when Bixiao shouted, I couldn't stop her in time. I was worried that she would ruin your opportunity, so I had to apologize!"

"It's alright, Jin'ao Island is right here, it can't run away."

Huang Long said, looking at Bi Xiao, "Junior Sister, don't take it to heart!"

Seeing that Huang Long truly didn't mind, Bi Xiao finally raised her head, a smile returning to her face. Lively by nature, her emotions came and went quickly, and she immediately leaned closer to ask, "Senior Brother Huang Long, why did you suddenly come to Jin'ao Island? Did you come specifically to see us?"

Qiongxiao tugged at her sister's sleeve and gently scolded, "Don't be rude."

Huanglong's gaze fell upon the highest peak in the center of the island. The summit was hidden in auspicious clouds of seven colors, and the outline of palaces could be vaguely seen. A majestic and holy aura spread out in waves like an invisible tide, enveloping the vast Golden Turtle Island.

"I have come here specifically to congratulate my Uncle Tongtian on establishing the new dojo of the Jie Sect," Huanglong said, "and also to catch up with my fellow Jie Sect brothers."

Upon learning Huanglong's purpose, Yunxiao asked, "Master is currently at Biyou Palace. Would you like to pay your respects now, Senior Brother?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Huang Long nodded.

Bixiao's eyes lit up, and she raised her hand, saying, "I'll lead the way! I disturbed my senior brother earlier, this is a good opportunity to make amends!"

Zhao Gongming laughed and said, "You little rascal, you know how to find opportunities. Alright, you take Senior Brother Huanglong to Biyou Palace. Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and I will go and inform Senior Brother Duobao and the others first—Senior Brother Huanglong rarely comes here, so we should get together."

Huang Long felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this.

The fact that the Three Pure Ones split up is known throughout the primordial world. There are many rumors that the Three Pure Ones broke apart due to differences in their Daoist philosophies, and that their disciples never spoke to each other again.

But now it seems that his relationship with Zhao Gongming and others has not been affected.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Junior Sister Bixiao," Huang Long said.

Bixiao responded excitedly and raised her hand to cast a spell.

Her cultivation had reached the Taiyi level. When she cast spells, a faint green light emanated from her body. As her Daoist aura flowed, it resonated with the protective array of Jin'ao Island.

Ripples appeared on the transparent light curtain at the edge of the island, like pebbles being thrown into the water, slowly opening a circular hole about ten feet wide.

"Senior brother, please follow me." Bixiao stepped into the cave first.

Huanglong followed closely behind.

The moment Huanglong passed through the light barrier, he sensed the terror of this great formation. Without a guide, anyone who dared to trespass would, even if they were a Great Luo Golden Immortal, still meet a tragic end under the divine might of the formation.

After passing through the island's protective array, the scene before us changed once again.

If what you see outside the island is a fairyland painting, then what you see inside the island is a world that has truly come to life from that painting.

The mountain peaks were now clearly visible, each shrouded in a halo of different colors—the green peaks exhaled wood spirits, the red peaks burned fire essences, the golden peaks hid Geng metal, the black peaks nurtured Gui water... The innate spiritual energy each followed its own path, yet under some mysterious formation, it circulated endlessly, regenerating without ceasing.

Huanglong and Bixiao rode on auspicious clouds, crossing one sacred mountain after another.

Seeing that the mountains were filled with rare herbs and medicinal plants, and teeming with spirit beasts, it seemed that these disciples of the Jie Sect were not uncontrollable.

As Huang Long looked around, he secretly admired the scenery.

Master Tongtian truly lives up to his reputation as the most outstanding master of prehistoric formations. The layout of this Golden Turtle Island, seemingly naturally formed, is actually in accordance with the principles of innate formations in every aspect.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every stone, and every drop of water is perfectly integrated into the island's spiritual vein nodes, serving as both a landscape feature and an integral part of the grand formation.

Such a generous gesture, my martial uncle is still...!