Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Before leaving, Huanglong showered the ginseng fruit tree with three consecutive days of rain.

Finally, Huanglong took out a seedling of a ginseng fruit tree of the lower grade, which had been successfully cultivated from a side branch, and gave it to Qingfeng and Mingyue: "If you cultivate this ginseng fruit tree to adulthood, you will be able to eat ginseng fruit often."

Qingfeng and Mingyue were both surprised and delighted. The thought of being able to eat ginseng fruit often made their mouths water uncontrollably, and they all expressed their gratitude to Huanglong.

Qingfeng suddenly called out to Huanglong, telling him to wait, and then hurriedly ran to the backyard. A short while later, he came out carrying a jade box and handed it to Huanglong.

"This is what the master instructed before he went into seclusion. He said that if you wanted to leave, he would give this to you."

Huang Long opened the jade box, inside which lay ten ginseng fruits. Reluctantly, Huang Long accepted them and bowed to the temple.

After bidding farewell to Qingfeng and Mingyue, Huanglong rode a cloud and left Wuzhuang Temple.

The boundless primordial wilderness. Now that he had arrived at Longevity Mountain, Huanglong still wanted to see what kind of barren place the western part of the primordial wilderness, ravaged by the Demon Ancestor, was.

Wanshou Mountain is located at the junction of the western and central parts of the prehistoric world.

However, Huanglong travels only a few hundred million li westward before leaving the territory of Wanshou Mountain.

The sight that appeared before him was so unbelievable that even Huanglong, who was used to seeing countless special regions in the prehistoric world, could not help but find it hard to believe.

A colossal barrier, tens of millions of miles high, stretched out before them, like a transparent glass separating the two places. Looking westward through that barrier, everything within was withered, the earth, fire, wind, and water were in disarray, and the laws of the Great Dao were chaotic.

Continuing tens of millions of miles beyond the barrier, an even more terrifying, hellish world unfolds.

It came into Huanglong's view.

"This is the true primordial Western world, a world completely different from the primordial world."

The scene he saw sent a chill down Huanglong's spine, even with his resolute Dao heart.

Here, there is no green at all. The sky is shrouded in thick malevolent energy and black clouds formed by the resentment left behind by countless dead beings, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars.

Furthermore, wisps of black gas that occasionally seeped from the ground made Huanglong feel a sense of danger; these were the demonic energy left behind by the Demon Ancestor Rahu.

A fierce wind swept by, carrying wisps of demonic energy, which collided and eroded with the protective immortal light descending from the white lotus atop Huanglong's head.

"Hiss."

"Hiss."

As Huang Long watched the demonic energy dissipate, his tense mind eased slightly.

"Luckily, the Pure Lotus is here, otherwise it would be troublesome."

Annihilation!

A death trap!

The true apocalypse! Compared to this, the Penglai Immortal Island destroyed by the great war and the vast land formed by the self-destruction of the red clouds are nothing.

Previously, Huanglong thought that the Demon Ancestor Rahu had detonated the Western Ancestral Vein, causing the Western Spiritual Vein to be severed and all life to be destroyed. He thought it was just talk, and that with the supreme divine power of a saint, it would be easy to restore it.

Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I realize that the word "completely destroyed" truly means "utterly destroyed."

This is a complete severance at the root; the Great Dao no longer prevails, the laws are not revealed, and the entire West seems to have been abandoned by the primordial Heavenly Dao.

"To think you can revitalize things? That's wishful thinking!"

Huanglong muttered to himself, still thinking about how to revitalize the western wilderness, and how the merit he would gain would be enough for a being to become a saint of merit without the Primordial Purple Qi.

Looking back now, I realize I was too young, too inexperienced, and too naive.

"Restoring the western wilderness might be more difficult than becoming a saint."

He finally understood why the two saints born in the West, Jieyin and Zhunti, had never restored this place after they became saints—not because they were unwilling, but because they were unable.

"No wonder both of you have become saints, yet you still frequently go to the East to beg for money...!"

The primordial western region has become a forgotten, desolate wasteland.

Such utter destruction can only be achieved by recreating the world and re-enacting the cycle of earth, wind, water, and fire...!

"The cycle of earth, wind, water, and fire will repeat itself...!" A bolt of lightning cleaved through the thick fog, suddenly reminding Huanglong of the final battle of the Investiture of the Gods, in which the cycle of earth, wind, water, and fire was repeated in the primordial world, recreating the primordial world and forming the four continents.

The Western Continent, occupied by the two Western sages, is better than the Southern Continent and the Northern Continent, although it cannot compare to the Eastern Continent...!

Huang Long shook his head, burying these thoughts deep in his heart; these were not things he could consider right now.

He stood there for a long time, silently observing the world around him, and finally just sighed softly before turning and leaving.

This is not a place to stay for long.

Once again crossing the barrier that spans thousands of miles, Huanglong returned directly to the territory of Longevity Mountain.

As soon as I stepped into the vibrant and primordial world, my mind suddenly felt lighter. Heaven and earth and all things were still there, and the laws of the Great Dao were still there.

He was instantly enveloped by rich, pure innate spiritual energy, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath. The spiritual energy was pure and sweet, carrying the fragrance of immortal herbs.

"The air in my hometown smells so sweet!" Huang Long couldn't help but recall a saying.

He took another deep breath. "It really smells sweet..."

After a brief stop, Huanglong continued eastward.

Instead of rushing forward, he spread out his primordial spirit, like a sophisticated radar, scanning all the places with exceptionally rich spiritual energy.

He suddenly remembered that in his Xuanhuang Realm, apart from the five innate spiritual veins with the five elements attributes, the other spiritual veins had been transplanted to the Red Cloud Fallen Land.

The Xuanhuang Realm is now completely empty.

The ancient land was vast and rich in resources, and although it has gone through several great eons, it still has a profound foundation.

Wherever the Yellow Dragon passed, enormous spiritual veins and veins rich in refined gold and spirit iron disappeared in their wake. There were also immortal herbs and medicinal plants growing in the blessed lands of sacred mountains rarely visited by immortals and gods.

Everything we see is predestined.

Before long, Huanglong's Xuanhuang Realm had recovered, and was even better than before.

"If we transplant more of these from the bountiful primordial land into the Xuanhuang Realm, I think the Heavenly Dao won't blame us, after all, I've done a good deed...!"

They flew and stopped along the way, searching for spiritual objects and comprehending the laws of heaven and earth, and hundreds of years passed by in this way.

At some point, the scenery that Huanglong saw began to change.

The once beautiful mountains and rivers, the once mighty rivers, now bear huge claw marks and bottomless craters. Half of the mountains have been forcibly erased, and the rivers are stained dark red with blood.

Occasionally, one can see huge animal bones covered in teeth marks scattered among the rocks; only bones are visible, not a trace of flesh or blood.

Huanglong put away a hundred-zhang-long leg bone that was as hard as divine iron. Based on the aura it emitted, Huanglong judged that it was the leg bone of a cow in the Golden Immortal Realm.

Its surface is covered with Dao patterns, and although much of its spiritual energy has been lost, it is still a good material for refining weapons in Huanglong's eyes.

"With a little tempering and the addition of some auxiliary materials, I can forge a decent spiritual treasure that is even better than some innate divine iron," Huang Long thought to himself with satisfaction.

The further east you go, the more concentrated this scene becomes, but some places are already full of life again, and if you don't look closely, you might think that's how it always was.

The soil stained with blood grew more lush vegetation than in other places.