Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

He declined the enthusiastic invitation from Ao Ming, the Dragon King of the North Sea, to stay.

He urgently needs to get to the East China Sea. Judging from the situation at the three sea eyes, this disturbance is more serious than he expected.

Moreover, the East Sea's eye is the largest among the four seas and receives the most chaotic energy. Even with a powerful figure like the Ancestral Dragon guarding it, the situation might not be much better.

Huanglong spent a considerable amount of time traveling from the North Sea to the East Sea.

At the edge of the East China Sea, the water-based spiritual energy between heaven and earth is no longer as calm and gentle as before. The closer one gets to the area of ​​the East China Sea Dragon Palace's eye, the more violent it becomes!

Huanglong arrived at the sea area where the East Sea Dragon Palace was located. Towering waves rolled and roared, as if to turn this sea area, which nurtured countless lives, into a forbidden zone!

As far as the eye can see, the East China Sea is no longer azure blue, but has turned a strange grayish-black.

Giant waves surged like collapsing mountains, one wave after another, the crests tearing through the clouds, the troughs unfathomably deep.

The hurricane, like a tornado, stretched from the sky to the sea, pulling the seawater up to the heavens and then turning it into torrential rain that poured down.

The spiritual energy in the seawater was no longer docile; it contained a violent, chaotic, and rampant aura.

The heavens and earth changed color.

"The Sea Eye has spiraled out of control to this extent...!" Huang Long's expression was grave.

He stood above the sea where the Dragon Palace was located, his primordial spirit surging towards the depths of the East Sea like a tide.

However, it was empty.

Whether it was the Azure Dragon Ancestor, the East Sea Dragon King, or the newly promoted Great Luo Ao Qing, Huang Long had never detected their presence in this sea area.

In the direction of the East Sea Dragon Palace, all the dragons huddled within the palace's formation, trembling with fear.

At the heart of the palace, several auras gathered, the most powerful of which was only at the mid-stage of the Taiyi realm.

"Ao Guang?" Huang Long recognized the aura.

Without further hesitation, he transformed into a golden ray of light, piercing through the storm and plummeting into the East China Sea.

In the council hall of the East Sea Dragon Palace, dozens of dragon elders and generals gathered, each with a worried expression.

Leading the group was a young dragon, dressed in a dragon king's robe and wearing a flat crown. His face was still quite youthful, but there was already a hint of majesty between his brows!

It was Ao Guang, who was temporarily assuming the position of Dragon King, and whose cultivation was at the mid-stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

"Rest assured! The Dragon King and the Ancestor are both in the Sea Eye, and Elder Ao Qing has also entered the Sea Eye to assist in suppressing it..."

Ao Guang's voice abruptly stopped.

He turned to look at the entrance of the main hall.

Huang Long stood there, dressed in a simple yellow Taoist robe, his aura as restrained as that of an ordinary person.

But the dragons present were all overjoyed. They all knew the dragon's identity: a disciple of a sage and a Great Golden Immortal.

"Boss!" Ao Guang's eyes lit up with surprise, and he quickly stepped forward to bow. "You've come!"

Although Huanglong is not a direct descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, he is highly skilled and holds a prestigious position. Even the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas now address him as "brother."

Ao Guang held Huanglong in the highest esteem, for without Huanglong, he, Ao Guang, would have perished long ago under the karmic force of breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm.

"Hmm!" Huanglong nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the dragons in the hall. "I have a general understanding of the situation. The Azure Dragon Ancestor, the East Sea Dragon King, and Ao Qing are all at the Sea Eye?"

Ao Guang nodded heavily, his face grave: "Yes. Ever since the aftershocks of the great war between the Lich King and the Demon King tens of thousands of years ago shook the primordial world, the East Sea Eye has been completely out of control. The Ancestral Dragon Ancestor summoned the Azure Dragon Ancestor to the Sea Eye for assistance. Not long after the Ancestor left, my father was also summoned. As for Elder Ao Qing..."

He paused, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Before Father entered the sea, he summoned Elder Ao Qing and me back to oversee the East Sea Dragon Palace. But Elder Ao Qing, knowing of the impending danger at the sea eye, volunteered to enter. Now, ten thousand years have passed, and no news has come from the sea eye...!"

"I can only sense that the condition of many of my people in the sea eye is stable by relying on the Dragon King's Seal."

Huang Long looked at Ao Guang's palm.

There floats a golden jade dragon seal, which is the symbol of the authority of the Dragon King of the East Sea—the Dragon King's Seal.

At this moment, the seal's surface was dull, and the dragon's fortune it contained was extremely weak; this was a manifestation of the dragon's fortune fluctuating.

"Open the passage, I want to go in," Huang Long said directly.

"Boss, the situation in the eye of the sea is extremely critical right now. Going in is easy, but no one can get out until the eye of the sea calms down."

"I know what I'm doing," Huang Long said calmly. "Ao Guang, open the passage."

Ao Guang looked into Huang Long's eyes.

Those eyes were calm and deep, radiating unparalleled confidence.

"Alright." Ao Guang took a deep breath, mobilized his energy, and summoned the Dragon King's Seal.

"With my blood, I summon the gate to the sea!"

"In the name of the Dragon King, open!"

The seal burst forth with a dazzling blue light, and a golden dragon phantom shot out from the seal, circled three times in the center of the hall, and then crashed into the void.

"Snap!!!"

Space is shattered like a mirror.

It was not an ordinary spatial rift, but a vortex passage with chaotic gray-black airflow flowing along its edges.

From the other end of the passage, a chilling whistling sound could be faintly heard!

Furthermore, wisps of terrifying chaotic energy were impacting the passage barrier, with several wisps of chaotic energy escaping through the passage.

"Retreat!" Huang Long shouted, taking a step to the front of the passage. The fragment of the Chaos Pearl hung above his head, absorbing all the dissipated chaotic energy.

"Close the channel."

Huang Long said to Ao Guang, "I'll go in and shut it off immediately."

"Alright!" Ao Guang nodded solemnly. He was not worried about Huang Long.

It is a direct transmission from a sage, so even in the eyes of the sea, there is no danger to one's life.

After Huang Long finished speaking, he no longer hesitated and stepped into the vortex passage.

Behind him, Ao Guang quickly activated the seal, and the passage closed rapidly.

At the last moment, Huanglong turned around and saw the worry in Ao Guang's eyes, as well as the expectation in the eyes of all the dragons in the hall.

He nodded, and his figure disappeared into the chaos.

Space is distorted, and the universe is turned upside down.

Huang Long felt as if he had fallen into an endless waterfall, surrounded by surging, dark gray chaotic air currents, each strand as heavy as a mountain, frantically impacting the protective divine light.

The fragments of the Chaos Pearl spun above his head, emitting a chaotic halo that gradually absorbed the chaotic energy that approached him.

But the moment Huanglong stepped out of the passage, he realized what a real "sea eye" was.

It was completely different from anything he had seen before.

In the center of the void, a gigantic vortex of unknown diameter slowly rotated. The center of the vortex was as black as ink, a hole connecting to true chaos.

From the hole, a chaotic, gray-black torrent, like a celestial river flowing backwards, relentlessly surged into this void.

At the center of the vortex, a ferocious dragon head, whose appearance is beyond the comprehension of the Great Dao, hangs low above the vortex, its eyes closed, its whiskers fluttering in the chaotic air currents. With each breath, it causes the entire void to tremble.

First Emperor!

But at this moment, the Ancestral Dragon was in a strange state.

One half of His dragon head shone with golden light, the very essence of the dragon race, the power of the Dragon's Great Dao; the other half, however, was stained with gray-black, the traces of chaos's erosion. The golden light and the gray-black clashed fiercely at the center of His brow, forming a distorted dividing line.

What's even more unsettling is that the aura of the Ancestral Dragon, which should have been overwhelming and commanded the attention of all the heavens, even the saints, is now as still as a deep pool. Only a faint trace of aura at the center of his brow proves that he has not yet completely fallen.