Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Kunlun Mountain.

After Buzhou Mountain collapsed, Kunlun Mountain inherited the title of the first mountain in the primordial world and became the ancestral mountain of all.

This first mountain in the primordial wilderness now stands majestically in the center of the eastern land.

Between the eastern and western Kunlun Mountains, there is a vast area spanning over 100,000 square miles that is shrouded by a great formation.

Among them, innate spiritual veins surged with innate spiritual energy, and innate spiritual roots exuded a magnificent Daoist charm.

The five elements circulate endlessly, with metal, wood, water, fire, and earth interacting and restraining each other, giving rise to endless mysteries.

Beneath that ancient Chinese toon tree, which exudes the charm of time, a figure sat cross-legged, his aura inspiring awe.

Within Huanglong's primordial spirit, the mark imprinted upon it was slowly unfolding.

If anyone could see into the depths of Huanglong's primordial spirit, they would discover an incredibly shocking scene...!

A colossal figure, wielding a gigantic axe that exuded a terrifying aura, stood amidst the boundless chaos.

The figure was of unknown height, its muscles coiled like dragons and snakes, every inch of its skin engraved with the patterns of the Great Dao, containing terrifying power.

With each swing of the giant axe, the entire chaos erupted with terrifying power.

Huanglong's primordial spirit transformed into a beam of clear light, hovering within the mark, quietly observing every detail of Pangu's creation of the world.

Pangu swung his giant axe across the chaos, splitting it in two.

The pure rise, the impure sink... In the beginning of heaven and earth, yin and yang were separated, the five elements intertwined, and the great Dao resounded.

Huang Long watched with utter fascination.

This was not the first time he had observed this brand, although after leaving, he could not remember much, and could only remember a small part of it.

But each time I observe and contemplate, I gain new insights.

The creation of heaven and earth was not merely a display of power, but also an evolution of the Great Dao, the establishment of rules, and the birth of order.

"I see..." Huang Long said this for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

He imprinted his latest insights deep into his primordial spirit, and then slowly withdrew a creation mark.

Under the big ailanthus tree, Huanglong's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, but he did not open them.

His spirit has been transferred to another place!

The Realm of Xuanhuang!

Huanglong's primordial spirit sank into the Xuanhuang Realm, transforming into the Heavenly Dao of the world, overlooking this growing world.

Countless living beings thrive and multiply within it.

Each spiritual root exudes rich spiritual energy and radiates a majestic Daoist charm!

At the core of the Xuanhuang Realm's origin, the Chaos Yin-Yang Pearl and the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl are slowly releasing chaotic energy.

The Xuanhuang Realm has long since recovered, and its origins have even surpassed its peak state.

The conversion rate of chaotic energy also increased several times.

"When the Xuanhuang Realm is perfected and can stand independently outside the primordial world, and is not eroded or worn away by the chaotic energy in the chaos, that will be the day when the first corpse is severed and one attains the quasi-sainthood."

"We need to be patient now...!"

After Huanglong's latest insights from the Pangu Creation Imprint evolved in the Xuanhuang Realm, he withdrew from the Xuanhuang Realm.

His primordial spirit once again sank into the imprint of Pangu's creation of the world, continuing to comprehend the mysteries of the world's evolution.

Beyond the time-based Daoist aura of the Great Toon Tree, Zi Ling once again sensed that terrifying aura surging. Knowing that her master was still comprehending the Great Dao, she continued to wait with peace of mind.

Even though the smell made her feel extremely uncomfortable, she still refused to leave.

While accompanying Huanglong and the others, they were also getting used to this terrifying atmosphere!

"Master has been in seclusion for ten thousand years," Zi Ling murmured to herself.

For those great beings who have long transcended life and death and stand at the pinnacle of all living beings, ten thousand years is but a fleeting moment.

But in these ten thousand years, the changes in the primordial world have been earth-shattering.

Before the Lich War, the primordial land was jointly ruled by the Wu and Yao tribes, who fought endlessly, leaving the other races to survive in the cracks.

After the Great Calamity, the two major races collapsed, and countless members of their races perished in the calamity, making room for the survival of all races in the primordial world.

Over these ten thousand years, the number of new beings born far exceeded the number of beings that perished in the Lich Wars.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is far more abundant than in ancient times, and acquired spiritual energy fills all directions of the earth.

As acquired spiritual energy continues to evolve, it becomes even more suitable for the reproduction and growth of ordinary living beings.

The primordial land has once again entered an era of struggle among myriad races!

The East China Sea stretches out, its blue waves vast and boundless.

The Dragon Clan, one of the three primordial races that once ruled the primordial world.

After the Dragon-Han Great Calamity, he secluded himself in the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas, relying on the great formation to prolong his life.

Now, with most of the karmic burdens that had shrouded the dragon race's fortune dissipating, the dragons have finally begun to leave the Dragon Palace and reclaim control over seas one by one.

Above the endless waves, the roars of dragons echoed between heaven and earth, announcing the return of the dragon race.

The same scene is playing out in the South China Sea, the West China Sea, and the North China Sea.

The dragon race is no longer confined to the array range of the Four Seas Dragon Palace, but has begun to expand to every sea area, re-establishing its dominant position.

It's not just the dragon race.

In the primordial south, there lies an immortal volcano.

These mountains, which spew forth raging flames year-round, are the ancestral home of the Phoenix Clan.

Inside the largest crater, lava of various colors churned, and waves of heat surged.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a small world supported by the canopy of that innate phoenix tree, where countless phoenixes breed and live.

At this moment, the exit of the small world has been opened.

Phoenixes spread their wings and flew out, bathed in the rich fire-elemental energy, emitting clear and melodious cries.

The cry resounded through the sky, seemingly announcing the return of the Lord of the Sky.

Leading the group was a seven-colored phoenix with a rainbow-like tail that stretched for thousands of feet, surrounded by seven-colored flames.

It was Feng Wu, the patriarch of the Phoenix Clan, with the cultivation level of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"The Phoenix Clan has shed most of its karma, and the Heavenly Dao no longer restricts our clan." Feng Wu's voice was high-pitched, carrying a natural majesty. "The Phoenix Clan has retreated to the Undying Volcano for too long. It's time to let all the races of the prehistoric world witness the splendor of the former Lord of the Sky."

She spread her wings and soared into the sky, leaving a magnificent trail of seven-colored flames behind her.

"Issue a decree that the Phoenix Clan members may leave the Undying Volcano and roam freely throughout the primordial world."

"But remember, you must not commit murder without cause...!"

"yes!"

Hundreds of phoenixes responded in unison, spreading their wings and soaring outwards towards the edge of the immortal volcano.

Their figures streaked across the sky like dazzling rainbows, drawing countless ordinary beings to look up in awe.

On the earth, where auspicious omens of heaven and earth are born, the Qilin occasionally appears.

All the myriad races of the primordial era were flourishing.

However, in this era of fierce competition among all races, there was one race that stood at the very bottom of the food chain.

"Humans!"

Ten thousand years ago, Huanglong and Xuandu were brought back by the humans who were rescued by Zhenyuanzi.

The remaining humans merged, and their fates were unified.

The two then went into seclusion to comprehend the Great Dao, leaving the human race to develop on its own.

But they forgot that the powerful human race had all perished in the massacre of humans by the witch race.

Those who once led humanity to glory and protected humanity all perished in that catastrophe.

Currently, the highest level of cultivation among humans is only a Celestial Immortal.

It was the Lieshan clan that Huanglong and Xuandu brought back from Wanshou Mountain.