Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

In front of the main peak in the center of Jin'ao Island.

The two stopped riding the clouds and instead climbed the white jade steps. The higher they went, the denser the spiritual energy became, the more active the Daoist aura became, and the more obvious the holy might became.

As Huanglong passed by a mark, he vaguely saw a figure in green robes dancing with a sword. The sword light was like a reversed Milky Way, and each sword strike secretly corresponded to the trajectory of heavenly secrets.

The exquisite sword intent made him want to stop and try to comprehend it.

"That's a sword imprint left casually by our master, for the disciples of the Jie Sect to study and comprehend."

Bixiao also stopped, her eyes filled with reverence. "Master said that the way of the sword is also the way of heaven, and the direction the sword points is where the great path lies."

Huanglong silently comprehended the remaining trace of sword intent, feeling that it contained the resolute determination to cut through the heavens and go against the tide.

This is completely different from the Yuqing lineage's concept of following the will of Heaven and respecting the Way of Heaven, yet they ultimately converge on a higher level.

There are three thousand great paths, all of which can lead to enlightenment.

He suddenly gained a deeper understanding of the division of the Three Pure Ones.

As you continue climbing, a breathtaking view suddenly opens up before you.

They have reached the summit of the highest peak on Jin'ao Island.

Here, the sea of ​​clouds surges, the sky is ablaze with rosy light, and a seven-colored rainbow arches across the heavens. At the end of the rainbow, a magnificent palace stands majestically.

The palace was entirely constructed of innate white jade, with glazed golden tiles and Daoist patterns that seemed to possess a spirit as they moved within them.

Bronze chimes hang from the eaves, ringing out without wind, each chime creating a visible ripple of Taoist charm...!

In the center of the main hall, three Taoist inscriptions shone brightly:

Biyou Palace

These three characters are neither gold nor jade, neither carved nor written, but rather a natural condensation of the laws of the Great Dao.

Every stroke and line contains the true essence of the Jiejiao doctrine.

Huanglong glanced at it once, and felt his mind tremble. It was as if countless voices were simultaneously proclaiming the Great Dao in his ears—there were the cries of swords, the roar of thunder, the howling of wind, and the surging of the sea. All these sounds eventually converged into one sentence:

To secure a glimmer of hope for all living beings.

This is the "Dao" of Master Tongtian.

Huang Long composed himself, straightened his clothes, bowed respectfully to the palace gate, and said loudly:

"Huang Long, a disciple of the Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerable, requests an audience with his Martial Uncle Tongtian!"

The sound echoed on the mountaintop, crashing against the invisible barrier outside Biyou Palace, stirring up ripples.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two heavy white jade doors slowly opened inward.

The sound of the door opening was like a muffled thunderclap. Through the crack in the door, a rich Taoist aura rushed in like a tide, causing Huanglong's body to tremble slightly.

Once the gate was fully open, two boys walked out.

The two children were about seven or eight years old, with delicate features, red lips and white teeth.

The one on the left wore a light blue short shirt, her hair was tied into two high buns, the ends of which shimmered with a pale blue halo. She exuded a pure, watery aura, and fine mist sprayed from her mouth and nose with each breath. The one on the right wore a crimson jacket, her hair was tied into a ponytail with a red ribbon, and sparks could be faintly seen flickering in her hair. She was like a walking flame, and the air distorted slightly wherever she passed.

Their facial features were almost identical, clearly indicating they were twins, except for their eyes: the Water Child's eyes were a deep blue like the ocean, while the Fire Child's eyes were a bright red gold like the sun.

The two boys stepped out of the gate and respectfully bowed to Huanglong, their movements perfectly synchronized, their voices rising one after the other:

"Senior Brother Huanglong, the master wants you to go in by yourself."

"Senior Brother Huanglong, the master is waiting for you in the main hall."

Bixiao whispered from the side, "These are two water and fire children enlightened by Master, and Master has taken them under his wing to guard the palace gates."

As she spoke, she nodded to the two boys, then said to Huanglong, "Senior brother, now that we've arrived, I'll take my leave. Senior brother Duobao and the others are still waiting for my reply."

"Thank you for leading the way, Junior Sister." Huang Long bowed and thanked her. "Please make yourself at home, Junior Sister."

Bixiao smiled sweetly, her figure transforming into a streak of emerald light, gliding lightly down the mountain peak like a fish entering the sea, disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds in a few breaths.

Huanglong turned to look at the two water and fire children.

He found the two little ones staring at him with wide eyes and curious expressions, looking like they wanted to say something but couldn't.

The Water Child bit his lower lip, and the Fire Child rubbed the hem of his clothes; both of their eyes seemed to say, "I want to ask, but I don't dare to."

Huang Long found it amusing, so he asked gently, "Junior brothers, is there something you want to say?"

The Water Boy spoke timidly, "Senior Brother Huanglong, I've often heard the other senior brothers and sisters talk about you..."

"Oh?" Huang Long raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about me for?"

Fire Boy chimed in, "They say Senior Brother Huanglong is the richest person in the entire Three Religions, second only to the Sage!"

His eyes sparkled as he spoke, like two tiny suns hidden within them. "You said your dojo is overflowing with spiritual fruits, more than you can eat! Mythical birds and beasts roam the mountains, and... there are even Qilin! Is that true?"

The Water Boy added, "He also said that you, Senior Brother, are exceptionally generous, often giving away spiritual tea and fruits!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Long couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It seems that his "reputation" among the three religions has spread quite widely.

He nodded, his tone calm: "There are indeed some spiritual fruits and spirit beasts, and a few Qilin are indeed cultivating in my dojo. As for generosity... fellow disciples should support each other."

Upon hearing this, the two boys showed expressions of envy and longing.

Huang Long's heart stirred, as if he remembered something. He raised his right hand, and the innate spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips, intertwining and condensing like silkworms spinning silk. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into two exquisite fruit baskets—the baskets were shaped by spiritual energy, yet solid and lifelike, with natural wood grain and auspicious cloud patterns appearing on their surfaces.

Then, with a flick of his left sleeve, one spiritual fruit after another flew out from the space within his sleeve and fell into the fruit basket.

At the very top, a "ginseng fruit" shaped like a baby, with all four limbs and clear eyebrows and eyes, exudes a rich essence of herbs.

In the two fruit baskets, apart from the two Qilin fruits and the ginseng fruit at the very top, the other spiritual fruits were all different. One basket was more water-attribute, and the other was more fire-attribute.

More than ten spiritual fruits filled two fruit baskets to the brim, exuding a fragrant aroma and radiating spiritual energy.

Huang Long handed the fruit basket to the two boys and smiled, "Since it's our first meeting, I haven't prepared anything special. Consider these two baskets of spiritual fruits a small gift!"

The two little ones were stunned.

They stared at the two ginseng fruits on top of the fruit basket, their mouths agape, stammering, "Senior brother... these... these are ginseng fruits?"

"Not bad." Huang Long nodded. "But it's not formed from Zhenyuan Daxian's innate spiritual root. It's a post-natal variety that I cultivated. The effect is far inferior, but the taste is exactly the same. You should try it."

The water spirit stretched out its trembling little hand, wanting to touch but not daring to.

The Fire Child, being bolder, swallowed hard and asked, "Really... really for us?"

"Of course it's true." Huang Long pushed the fruit basket forward again.

The two boys exchanged a glance and finally accepted it.

The fruit basket was heavy in their hands, and the aroma of the spiritual fruits filled their nostrils, almost making their mouths water.

Each of these spiritual fruits would be of great use to a Taiyi Realm cultivator, but for the two boys who were merely Golden Immortals, it was like a windfall.

"Thank you so much, Senior Brother Huanglong!" the two said in unison, their faces flushed with excitement.

Huang Long waved his hand: "No need to be polite. Tell my senior brother when you're done eating. Alright, take me to see my martial uncle first, don't keep him waiting."

The two boys then remembered their business and hurriedly and carefully put the fruit basket into their own storage magic items—the water boy used a seashell and the fire boy used a fire jade gourd—and then led the yellow dragon into the gate of Biyou Palace, one on the left and one on the right.