Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du remained calm and composed, offering only a slight smile.

"The rising and setting of the sun and moon, the flowing of rivers, the rise and fall of witches and demons, and the prosperity and decline of the human race are all natural occurrences of the heavens."

"As the teacher often says, the way of nature is to govern by non-action. When shamans and humans live in harmony, each taking what they need, it is in accordance with the principles of nature. So let it be. Forcing interference will only disrupt the natural order!"

As Xuandu spoke, a strange smile appeared on his face. "Is it humans merging with shamans, or shamans merging with humans...?"

Upon hearing this, Huanglong remained silent for a long time, for the sage had already seen through everything.

The fusion of witches and humans was perhaps anticipated by the Grand Master, or even... tacitly approved.

This is the way of the sage, Master Uncle: not competing or grabbing, impartial and unbiased, observing millions of beings from the perspective of the Way of Heaven. Seemingly inactive, yet in reality, nothing is left undone.

Huanglong bid farewell to Xuandu, greeted Qingniu again, tossed him a few more Crimson Jade Golden Glow Oranges, and then set off on his escape light, leaving Shouyang Mountain.

Looking back, it seemed as if a pair of eyes were silently watching him from the mountains!

When Huanglong looked intently, he only saw clouds and mist swirling around the mountains, with nothing particularly special about them.

Huanglong glanced once more at the thriving human race on the earth, then withdrew his gaze, tore through layers of space, and headed straight for Kunlun.

In the Kunlun Mountains!

As the many spiritual roots, immortal herbs, and elixirs in the mountains began to exude fragrance again, this sacred place of the saint became more and more holy, majestic, and awe-inspiring.

This time, the total time since leaving Kunlun was only a little over a thousand years, which is extremely short compared to previous trips.

But Huanglong's harvest was no less than any of the previous ones.

Huanglong did not pay his respects to Yuanshi Tianzun, nor did he disturb the other disciples of the Chan Sect in Kunlun Mountain. He quietly returned to the Five Elements Grotto Heaven.

Just as Huanglong passed through the array's restrictions, he heard a clear and melodious cry!

"Chirp!!!"

More than ten fireballs, each about the size of a soccer ball, whistled past him.

That was a small phoenix whose feathers had not yet fully grown, and whose tail feathers were only a small section.

Its entire body is golden, and it leaves faint flame marks in the air when it flies...!

Ahead of them was a purple figure who tossed out a spirit fruit from time to time, causing the little phoenixes to scramble for it.

Those who failed to grab the spirit fruit chirped anxiously, their cute and fierce cries quite adorable.

Seeing this, a smile unconsciously appeared on Huang Long's lips.

The purple figure seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned, transforming into a streak of light as it rushed towards Huanglong.

"master!"

She stopped a few feet in front of Huang Long, and somewhat embarrassed, bowed to him.

"Purple Spirit respectfully welcomes Master back to the mountain!"

The dozen or so little phoenixes were stunned for a moment when their target suddenly ran away. Then they noticed an unfamiliar golden figure at the entrance of the dojo.

They flapped their small wings warily, hovering behind Zi Ling, with more than ten pairs of fiery red eyes staring at Huang Long.

A slightly bolder little phoenix tentatively flew to Zi Ling's side, tilting its head and chirping in confusion.

Zi Ling slapped the small fireball to the ground in an annoyed manner.

"This is the master. How have you forgotten what he taught you?"

The other little phoenixes, seeing the angry Zi Ling, suddenly realized what was going on.

They clumsily folded their wings, landed at Huanglong's feet, and tried to lower their small heads as if in worship.

Unfortunately, its neck is too short and its head is too round, making this movement look rather clumsy, like a little pom-pom rolling on the ground.

Huanglong saw the little creatures and smiled. Turning around, he lifted them into the air.

He carefully examined the little creatures.

Although these dozen or so phoenix chicks hatched successfully, they are, after all, phoenixes burdened with the karma of heaven and earth. Although their bloodline is noble, it is already a great blessing that they were born safely.

However, his current cultivation level is only at the True Immortal Realm, which is extremely low among all living beings.

"He's more sensible than those seven-headed unicorns," Huang Long casually remarked.

Speaking of Qilin, Huanglong asked again with a puzzled look, "What about those seven guys? Don't they usually follow you around?"

It wasn't that Huanglong was unwilling to disperse his primordial spirit to investigate the Qilin's whereabouts, it was just unnecessary.

Before Zi Ling could speak, one of the little fluffy balls chirped.

Zi Ling revealed a gloating smile: "Those seven little rascals, relying on their high cultivation levels, bullied the little phoenix, and I put them in solitary confinement."

Huang Long was not surprised to hear this.

After all, those seven little guys dared to bare their teeth at him as soon as they were born.

Moreover, seeing the Phoenix Clan, who were once mortal enemies.

Meanwhile, Yuan Lu, Bai Xiao, and the other four were tending to the medicinal herbs in various herb gardens within the Daoist temple.

Just as Zi Ling was about to gather the group, Huang Long waved his hand and said, "No need, let them handle their own affairs!"

Zi Ling nodded obediently and raised her hand to stroke the little fireballs that were flying around her.

Upon seeing this, Huang Long suddenly thought of something. With a wave of his sleeve, a phoenix tree with a crimson body, a canopy-like crown, and roots wrapped in a large mass of crimson spiritual soil appeared in the void.

This parasol tree is several dozen feet tall, its trunk is like red copper, and as its branches and leaves spread out, it breathes out scorching fire spirit energy, with faint flames flowing around the edges of its leaves.

When the little phoenixes saw this parasol tree, they were attracted by the Daoist aura emanating from it and actually abandoned Zi Ling and flew towards the parasol tree.

This phoenix tree has reached the highest grade of the acquired realm, which is of great benefit to these little phoenixes.

"This was dug up from the Phoenix Clan's lair in the Undying Volcano."

Huanglong said to Ziling, "Find a suitable place to plant them and give these little phoenixes a home."

Zi Ling's eyes lit up.

Chains of spiritual energy flew from his hands, pulling the little phoenix back.

He patted the fluffy little head and bowed to Huanglong, saying, "Thank you for the reward, sir."

"Chirp chirp!"

"Chirp chirp!"

……

The little phoenixes, under the tyranny of Zi Ling, kept nodding their heads toward Huang Long.

"Alright, Ziling, let them go."

Zi Ling obediently loosened the spiritual chains binding the little phoenixes.

More than a dozen phoenixes transformed into streaks of fire and rushed toward the paulownia tree.

Each of them found a branch and landed, emanating a special primordial spiritual power from the phoenix tree, which merged with the aura of the dozen or so little phoenixes.

After glancing at Zi Ling, Huang Long took out two more storage beads and tossed them to her!

One of them contained some primordial spiritual items that Huanglong obtained from the Phoenix Clan's treasure trove, which were quite beneficial to Ziling's cultivation.

Another reason was that Xuandu heard that Ziling's roots were undergoing a transformation and that she was about to advance to the Taiyi level. He gave some of the pills he usually made to Huanglong, telling Ziling to eat them as snacks.

Ignoring the excited Zi Ling who was running around wildly, Huang Long flashed to a spiritual root that exuded the Dao of Time.

Looking at the large Toona sinensis tree that had recovered 30% of its original essence, Huang Long couldn't help but smile.

With a flick of his wrist, four streaks of light flew to one spot in his palm and hovered beneath the large Chinese toon tree.