Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Under the expectant gaze of all the saints.

Suddenly, five-colored light burst forth from within the Qiankun Cauldron.

The light was dazzling, radiant, and vast, illuminating the entire world.

Nuwa's figure appeared from that light.

He held a ball of liquid surrounded by dazzling light in his hands.

Although the liquid was only the size of a human head, it contained the primordial power that all the saints craved.

It is five-colored: blue, yellow, red, black, and white. The five divine lights twist, intertwine, and merge within it, forming a perfect balance.

That is the origin of chaos!

That was a treasure forged from the Chaos Five-Colored Divine Stone, capable of repairing the holes in the Heavenly Realm.

Nuwa's aura fluctuated slightly.

Clearly, even with the help of the innate treasure Qiankun Cauldron, refining that five-colored divine stone containing the origin of chaos consumed too much of her power.

But at this moment, her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

She looked at Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who nodded slightly.

Nuwa then dragged that mass of primordial chaos to the enormous hole in the heavens.

He looked at the Boundless Weak Water, which was blocked by Hongjun above the Heavenly Realm.

She gave it a gentle push!

The chaotic origin slowly drifted towards the hole.

It touched the edge of the hole and instantly merged with it.

That chaotic origin began to evolve into the membrane of the celestial realm, slowly extending and repairing the enormous hole.

It was as if the heavens and earth were repairing themselves, gradually covering the hole and filling the crack.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

......

As time went by, the huge hole got smaller and smaller.

Finally, it disappeared completely!

Above the nine heavens, there is only boundless void.

The celestial realm and the primordial world separated once again.

The Weak Water was forever sealed within the celestial membrane.

Nuwa stood in the void, looking at the sky that was as good as new, and let out a long sigh of relief.

She flashed back to the Qiankun Cauldron.

With a wave of her hand, a boulder the size of a human appeared in front of him.

The stubborn rock was dark gray and exuded a violent aura.

This stubborn rock is the "impurity" left behind after the Chaos Five-Colored Divine Stone was refined from its chaotic origin.

Nuwa looked at this stubborn stone that had no spirit whatsoever and showed a hint of disgust.

She waved her hand casually.

The stubborn rock then transformed into a dark gray light, piercing through layers of space before finally falling into the East Sea.

A small wave splashed up.

Then it fell silent.

There was no further movement.

The saints were completely unconcerned about this.

Only Huanglong looked at the spot where the light fell, a strange glint in his eyes.

After Nuwa discarded the stubborn stone, she turned around and looked at the Qiankun Cauldron.

A hint of reluctance flashed in her eyes.

Innate Treasure!

This was the first time she had used a Primordial Treasure, and the first time she had experienced its terrifying power.

If only I could have it...!

However, she knew that the Qiankun Cauldron was only temporarily lent to her by Hongjun.

She took a deep breath, held the Qiankun Cauldron in both hands, and came before Hongjun.

"Teacher, the patching of the sky is complete!"

"Disciple, return the Qiankun Cauldron."

Hongjun looked at Nuwa, noticing the hint of reluctance hidden beneath her calm face, but he did not accept the Qiankun Cauldron.

"Nuwa!"

Nuwa raised her head, and Hongjun continued speaking.

"You have done a great service in mending the sky."

"Among my personally taught disciples, you are the only one who does not yet possess a supreme innate treasure."

He paused, his tone becoming slightly harsher.

"You can keep this Qiankun Cauldron!"

Nuwa was stunned!

Keep it!

Does that mean that this innate treasure belongs to her?

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Teacher, this Qiankun Cauldron...!"

Hongjun nodded!

"Thank you, teacher!" Nuwa bowed respectfully to Hongjun.

After Hongjun nodded slightly, he turned to look at the other five sages whose eyes were gleaming.

"The Lich Wars are over." He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying a terrifying pressure.

"But due to your dereliction of duty, the ancestral vein of Buzhou Mountain was damaged, and the origin of the primordial world was lost."

The six sages were criticized again, and even Nuwa bowed her head.

"After that, you and others will be outside the primordial wilderness, in the chaos, to transform the innate spiritual energy of the primordial wilderness and make up for the losses caused by the destruction of the ancestral vein of Buzhou Mountain."

The six sages, their faces filled with sorrow, had no choice but to respectfully reply, "We obey our teacher's command!"

Hongjun shifted his gaze from the six sages to the group of sage disciples piloting the spirit treasure ship.

Huanglong, Xuandu, Guangchengzi, Duobao... Ksitigarbha!

They stood on the treasure ship, looking exhausted and breathing heavily, but their eyes shone with excitement.

The Grandmaster is watching them!

"As disciples of a sage, you should step forward in times of crisis to save all living beings from suffering."

Hongjun's voice was slow, yet each word was clearly imprinted between heaven and earth.

"It has benefited all living beings!"

"He has rendered meritorious service to the ancient times!"

Huang Long and the others bowed simultaneously.

"Thank you, Grandmaster!"

Hongjun nodded slightly.

Then, his gaze fell on two figures whose auras were weak and whose essence was dissipating.

Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird!

Hongjun looked at them, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"When the Heavenly Realm was on the verge of collapse, you stepped forward and sacrificed your very essence to support it, thus making a great contribution to the primordial world."

The Azure Dragon and the Vermilion Bird raised their heads at the same time.

Their eyes were filled with excitement.

"The four poles of heaven and earth, the four pillars supporting the sky, should be protected by four spirits!"

Hongjun spoke, his voice booming.

At the same time, the power of the Heavenly Dao surged, and four positions containing the essence of the Dao of Heaven and Earth appeared.

As the saints gazed at the positions that appeared in the void, a golden light flashed in their eyes.

They could clearly sense that whoever merged with that being possessed power far exceeding that of a quasi-saint.

But they also realized that this force had its flaws.

"Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, are you willing?"

An excited light flashed in the eyes of the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird; all their sacrifices had been for this moment.

"We are willing!"

The voices of the Azure Dragon and the Vermilion Bird resounded throughout the heavens and earth at the same time.

Hongjun nodded!

He raised his hand and pointed to the pillar supporting the sky in the easternmost part of the city.

"The Azure Dragon guards the easternmost point and is the sacred Azure Dragon beast."

The position containing the boundless power of the Heavenly Dao descended before the Azure Dragon, manifesting profound laws that enveloped it.

The Azure Dragon's life force has formed a mysterious connection with the pillar supporting the sky in the easternmost region.

Mysterious law patterns appeared on his body; they were the marks of sacred beasts and the approval of the Heavenly Dao.

The Azure Dragon roared to the sky, its laughter filled with excitement, "Thank you, Dao Ancestor!"

After Qinglong finished speaking, it unleashed its vast power and flew towards the Pillar of Heaven at the easternmost point.

Hongjun's gaze turned to the Vermilion Bird atop the Immortal Volcano.

"The Vermilion Bird, which guards the southern pole, is the sacred beast of the Vermilion Bird."

Another powerful aura descended from the sky, enveloping the Vermilion Bird.

The aura of the Vermilion Bird also had a mysterious connection with the Heavenly Pillar of Antarctica.

On the feathers atop her head, mysterious flame-like patterns appeared—the mark of a sacred beast, the approval of the Heavenly Dao.

The Vermilion Bird spread its wings and cried out, just like the Azure Dragon, to thank the Dao Ancestor. Then it transformed into a streak of fire and flew towards the South Pole.