Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"The wrath of a saint...!"

After saying this, Zhuque gently raised his hand and waved it.

The void cracked open again, but this time it wasn't shattered; rather, a passage was burned through the space by a Nanming Fire.

At the end of the passage, Huanglong could vaguely see an enormous sycamore tree standing atop the mountain.

"Come with me!"

The Vermilion Bird, its form formed from flames, stepped into the arena first.

Huang Long took a deep breath and followed closely behind.

The moment you pass through the passage, an incredibly rich spiritual energy rushes towards you.

The sight before him caused Huanglong's pupils to shrink sharply.

What Huanglong saw at this moment was not the world composed of boundless flames that he had expected.

Rows of fiery red parasol trees are scattered across the land. The closer to the central mountain peak, the larger the parasol tree and the purer the aura it contains.

Several rivers, imbued with a rich spiritual energy, meander among these sycamore trees, while colorful auspicious clouds drift across the sky.

The air was filled with an extremely rich innate spiritual energy, with fire elemental energy making up the majority of it.

At the center of this world, a towering sycamore tree stands majestically atop the mountain, its canopy like an umbrella, forming a massive barrier that protects this vibrant world.

The phoenix tree is entirely reddish-gold, and each leaf is imbued with natural Dao patterns, scattering wisps of pure spiritual energy as it falls.

This parasol tree has reached the highest grade of the Innate level!

What impressed Huanglong even more was that tens of thousands of phoenixes perched on the large and small parasol trees.

These phoenixes vary in size and color. There are fiery red phoenixes, golden phoenixes, azure phoenixes, and snow phoenixes, all as white as snow... They soar and dance in the air, or lie in their nests, breathing in and out spiritual energy.

However, among these tens of thousands of phoenixes, the weakest aura belonged to the True Immortal Realm, while the strongest aura belonged to the Taiyi Realm. Huanglong did not sense a single phoenix of the Daluo Realm.

Moreover, among these tens of thousands of phoenixes, only a handful are newly born phoenixes.

Seeing this, Huang Long understood immediately...!

The Vermilion Bird, formed from flames, led the Yellow Dragon toward the top of the enormous phoenix tree on the mountain peak.

Along the way, phoenixes cast strange glances their way.

Those gazes held curiosity, scrutiny, and wariness...!

Fortunately, Huanglong concealed the aura of the dragon race on his body, and after a moment, Huanglong followed Zhuque to the top of the parasol tree.

Here stands a magnificent palace.

The palace is constructed entirely of pure gold wood, with a simple yet grand style.

Flame-like patterns meandered and flowed among the sacred trees, exuding a profound Daoist charm.

Above the palace gate hangs a plaque inscribed with three innate Daoist characters:

"Suzaku Palace!"

After the Vermilion Bird opened the palace door, it suddenly transformed into a flame and vanished.

A figure emerged from the palace gate, but it was more real than the previous figure formed from flames!

Clearly, this is the true form of the Vermilion Bird.

Huanglong bowed and followed Zhuque into the Zhuque Palace.

The palace's interior, however, was far more understated than its magnificent exterior. Only the four walls were carved with depictions of the phoenix clan's origins, their leadership over birds, their hunting of ferocious beasts, and their struggle for supremacy against the dragons. And the suppression of an erupting, immortal volcano...

Each painting contains boundless Daoist wisdom, and viewing it is as if one can personally experience the magnificent and turbulent years that the Phoenix Clan went through.

In the center of the main hall were rows of long tables made of red jade, and behind the tables were several cushions woven from paulownia leaves.

Zhuque sat down in the main seat and gestured for Huanglong to take his seat as well.

Just then, a figure slowly walked in from outside the gate.

She was an exceptionally beautiful woman, who looked to be only in her early thirties, wearing a red-gold Taoist robe embroidered with phoenix patterns!

Her features were exquisite, her skin rosy, and as she walked, it seemed as if flames flowed through her sleeves.

Moreover, the aura emanating from him was that of a peak Great Luo Immortal, connected to the fortune of the Phoenix Clan. His identity was obvious; he was none other than the current patriarch of the Phoenix Clan.

However, what caught Huanglong's attention the most were her eyes. Deep within her pupils, there seemed to be an eternal, inextinguishable flame of rebirth, but Huanglong could sense that the divine aura emanating from that flame had already faded.

The beautiful woman walked to the long table and bowed slightly to Zhuque: "Ancestor!"

His voice was clear and melodious, yet carried a hint of composure.

Zhuque nodded and introduced Huanglong, "This is Feng Wu, the current patriarch of the Phoenix Clan."

Zhuque then introduced Huanglong to Fengwu: "This is Huanglong of the Dragon Clan, a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun!"

However, by incorporating Huanglong's dragon identity into the story, it is clearly intended to inform Fengwu, the patriarch of the Phoenix Clan, about Huanglong's other identity.

"Dragon race..."

Feng Wu's gaze fell on Huang Long, and flames surged in her fiery eyes, as if she was about to strike and kill Huang Long at any moment!

Faced with Feng Wu's killing intent, Huang Long revealed a playful smile!

He suddenly released the aura of a peak Great Luo Immortal, instantly causing Feng Wu to stagger back several steps.

Although Feng Wu is the current patriarch of the Phoenix Clan, she is an old-timer who has lived for hundreds of millions of years.

However, when facing Huanglong, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"As expected of a direct disciple of a sage..." Feng Wu suppressed her killing intent and smiled at Huang Long, "Feng Wu greets Fellow Daoist Huang Long!"

Huang Long simultaneously restrained his imposing aura and returned the greeting: "Clan Chief Fengwu's way of treating guests is truly unique!"

Suzaku, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke.

"Feng Wu, young friend Huang Long has come to the Phoenix Clan at this moment, surely to discuss something. Please do not neglect our distinguished guest."

Zhuque then said to Huanglong, "Young friend, your current cultivation level is invincible in the Great Luo Realm."

Huanglong nodded slightly in response to Zhuque's praise, "Senior, you flatter me!"

Just then, a member of the Phoenix Clan carried a pot of tea into the main hall.

Feng Wu personally took the teapot and poured tea for Huang Long and Zhu Que.

The tea soup is fiery red in color. When it falls into the cup, flames seem to rise faintly, and wisps of Taoist charm emanate from it.

This was made by the Phoenix Clan using the tender shoots of the innate top-grade spiritual root, the parasol tree!

Feng Wu raised her teacup and offered it to Huang Long from afar, saying, "To apologize to Fellow Daoist Huang Long, please!"

Huang Long picked up the teacup and put the tea into his mouth.

The tea soup was warm upon entering the mouth, then transformed into a warm current that spread throughout the body, gently soothing the yellow dragon's flesh, though it had no effect on the dragon itself.

However, this tea does indeed have the effect of purifying the body.

"Excellent tea!" Huang Long exclaimed.

Feng Wu smiled slightly, a hint of pride on her face, clearly quite pleased with the spiritual tea made from a superior innate spiritual root.