Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

A tall tea tree, several meters high, stands quietly. Each tea leaf shimmers with different patterns of the Great Dao. A gentle breeze blows, and the leaves rustle softly, emitting faint sounds of the Dao, inviting people to seek enlightenment.

Beneath the tea tree, a young man was sleeping against its roots. He was dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, with a handsome face. He was fast asleep with his eyes closed, his breathing long and deep, echoing the Taoist charm emanating from the tea tree, as if he were in harmony with the Tao.

Time flows silently between sunrise and sunset, without stopping for any existence. However, for the innate deities who live as long as the heavens, the passing of time leaves hardly a trace.

Suddenly, without warning, a bolt of divine lightning struck down, aiming directly at the young man who was sleeping soundly under the tree!

"Boom!"

The lightning struck him precisely on the head.

"Ughhhhhh—!"

A violent flash of lightning and a deafening roar of thunder occurred, yet the tea trees nearby remained completely unharmed.

The one who was being electrocuted was Huang Long, his whole body trembling violently and his hair standing on end.

Huang Long suddenly sat up, his eyes wide open, still filled with lingering lightning and confusion, and he roared out in a fit of rage.

"Who did this...?!" As he spoke, a wisp of smoke with a burnt smell even came out of his mouth and nose.

Before he could finish speaking, another bolt of lightning struck down.

"Master, I was wrong!"

Having finally regained full consciousness, Huanglong felt the incredibly familiar Jade Purity Daoist aura. Before the second divine lightning bolt struck, he swiftly knelt down and loudly confessed his mistake towards the direction of the Three Pure Peaks.

Just then, a series of loud and solemn bell tolls rang out.

"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

The clear, crisp sound of the bell cleansed the souls of all living beings, echoing among the Kunlun Mountains, and also clearly reaching the ears of Huanglong, whose head was still emitting black smoke.

The Three Pure Ones Bell! Huang Long shuddered, finally realizing what was happening.

"They've been asleep for over six hundred years..."

With a flick of his fingertips, Huang Long murmured, his expression suddenly changing.

"Oh no! It's time for the three teachers to preach!"

With this in mind, Huang Long dared not delay any longer.

He circulated his magical power throughout his body, and the Taoist robe that had been charred black by lightning instantly regained its original luster. The hair that had stood up was re-tied and tied into a jade bun. The charred marks on his cheeks also disappeared, restoring his handsome appearance.

Riding a streak of light, Huanglong went straight out of the protective formation of his own dojo. With a gentle gesture, he caused the pagoda, which was condensing the essence of the five elements, to emit a soft hum and transform into a stream of light that entered his body.

The central square of Sanqing Peak is incredibly spacious, paved with innate white jade, and adorned with countless mysterious runes that appear and disappear.

At this moment, Nanji, Duobao, and others were already standing on the square, all exuding profound auras and long-lasting Daoist charm, clearly having made considerable progress since their breakthrough after listening to the Dao last time.

Huang Longjun's handsome face flushed slightly; he was indeed the last to arrive again. He somewhat regretted building his dojo so far from Sanqing Peak, and resolved to learn a top-tier escape technique in the future.

Huanglong landed on the square, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

"Senior Brother Huanglong, you've finally arrived! I thought you'd lost track of time while cultivating." A voice tinged with worry rang out.

The speaker was Xuandu, the only direct disciple of the Taiqing Sage, who had gone up Kunlun with Huanglong.

The slightly plump Duobao, whose body radiated a precious light, chimed in, "That's right! When the bell rang and you weren't around, Junior Brother Xuandu was frantic with worry."

Huang Long quickly stepped forward, greeted Nanji, Duobao, Xuandu, and the others, and apologized, saying, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you all; I almost ruined something important."

The Antarctic Immortal, already a Great Luo Immortal, smiled and said, "It's good that you've come."

As the group chatted and joked, Taiqing's voice rang in Nanji's ears: "Guests have arrived. Nanji, take them to the mountain gate to greet them."

"Don't be impolite!" another voice rang out.

The voice was calm, yet carried a deep sense of authority; it belonged to his own master.

The Old Man of the South Pole immediately became solemn, bowed, and accepted the order: "I will obey your command."

He looked at Huang Long and the others: "Fellow disciples, come with me."

Immediately, with Nanji as the leader, Huanglong, Duobao, Xuandu, and others all rode their escape lights, piercing through the clouds, and flew towards the entrance of Kunlun Mountain.

The Kunlun Mountain Gate consists of two massive stone pillars that appear to have formed naturally, like two deities guarding Kunlun. The pillars are decorated with flowing patterns and surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, serving as the main entrance and exit of Kunlun Mountain.

The group landed on either side of the stone pillar and waited quietly for only a moment before two streaks of light rushed in from afar.

"Brother Zhen Yuanzi, it seems we've arrived just in time!"

Two streaks of light, one red and one yellow, descended simultaneously, revealing two figures. One was a Taoist priest dressed in a bright red robe with a fiery red gourd hanging from his waist, and with a slightly bold expression. He was none other than the kind-hearted Old Ancestor Hongyun.

Another Taoist priest with an ancient face and a helpless expression held a book in his hand. His aura was connected to the earth, and his Taoist cultivation was unfathomable. He was Zhen Yuanzi, a famous innate saint from the prehistoric world.

"Hongyun, restrain yourself. This is a sacred place."

Zhen Yuanzi gently reminded them, while bowing to the Antarctic Immortal and the others, "Thank you all for welcoming us."

The Old Man of the South Pole stepped forward and returned the greeting, saying, "Our master has instructed us to come and welcome the two seniors. Please, seniors. Junior Brother Duobao, please escort the two seniors to their destination."

Hongyun smiled and nodded to Huanglong Duobao and the others, acting as if they were old friends.

Huang Long smiled and returned the greeting, but in his heart he knew that this ancestor was of a very good nature and loved making friends, but he possessed the Primordial Purple Qi that all the innate saints coveted, and in the end he met a tragic end.

After leading Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi to Sanqing Peak, Duobao returned to Huanglong and the others to continue waiting for the guests to arrive.

Before long, a beam of azure light came from the east, and an enormous azure dragon appeared across the sky. It then condensed and transformed into a middle-aged man in a green robe, who, accompanied by several arrogant-looking dragons, landed in front of the Kunlun Mountain gate.

Huang Long quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Ancestor, what brings you here!"

"Greetings, Senior Azure Dragon." The Antarctic Immortal beside him also bowed.

"Antarctica, I didn't expect you to have attained the Great Luo realm as well. Time flies." Azure Dragon nodded to Antarctica.

He then looked at Huanglong and laughed, "The little guy back then is now a Golden Immortal. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

Huanglong said to Antarctic, "Senior Brother Antarctic, I will receive the Ancestor."

Antarctica nodded in agreement.

Huanglong led Qinglong and his dragon clan disciples toward Sanqing Peak.

Qinglong slowed his pace and spoke quietly with Huanglong about their recent progress in their cultivation in Kunlun, his tone full of concern for Huanglong.

The Azure Dragon and the Yellow Dragon's intimate interaction astonished the Golden Immortals of the Dragon Clan behind them, as they had never seen their ancestor treat any other dragon in such a way.

After leading Qinglong and his group to the square and making proper arrangements, Huang Gang returned to the stone pillar.

Strange phenomena appeared outside the mountains.

Amidst ethereal music and radiant light, the dignified and noble Queen Mother of the West arrived from the Western Kunlun Mountains, riding a phoenix chariot, accompanied by a dashing and spirited maiden wielding a divine sword.