Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

On the vast, untamed land, the sun shines brightly.

Huanglong's figure emerged from the void and landed on a mountain peak in the Shouyang Mountains.

He took a deep breath, feeling the long-lost laws and spiritual energy of the primordial land, and felt every pore of his body cheering.

Having spent a lifetime in the underworld, he hadn't felt such warmth in a long time.

"The primordial world was still the best," Huanglong sighed.

He determined the direction, then transformed into a streak of light and sped off towards the Huaxu tribe.

One of those temporarily constructed cave dwellings.

Xuandu's primordial spirit was immersed in the ocean of the Great Dao, feeling the endless mysteries of heaven and earth. His mind was clear and his spirit was at peace.

Just then, a figure descended from the sky, piercing through layers of restrictions, and landed behind him.

Xuan Du sensed a familiar aura and was about to speak when he felt a powerful force coming from behind him, and a hand gripped his shoulder.

"division......!"

Before Xuandu could utter a second word, he was pulled by a vast force. Without resisting, he was lifted into the air by that force, and the scene before him twisted and changed.

When he came to his senses, he found that he was no longer on that mountain peak.

He found himself in an unfamiliar space.

This space is vast and boundless, with a boundless ocean in sight, the seawater as blue as if it had been washed clean, and the waves sparkling.

The sea was deserted, with only endless waves rolling and surging, emitting a deep, muffled roar.

"Senior brother, you've finally left the underworld!"

He turned his head and, sure enough, saw a familiar figure.

Huanglong.

He stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a dark yellow Taoist robe, and looked at him with a smile.

That smile sent a chill down Xuandu's spine.

"Senior brother...!" Xuandu's voice was a little dry, "What... what are you doing?"

Huang Long did not answer.

He flexed his wrists, cracked his neck, making a "crackling" sound, and then walked step by step toward Xuandu.

"Junior brother," Huang Long's voice was slow and gentle, carrying a chilling warmth, "I almost didn't see you again in the underworld."

Xuan Du instinctively took a step back: "Senior brother... this isn't goodbye!"

"That's because I'm lucky!" Huang Long walked up to Xuan Du, looking down at him. "You really are my good junior brother, letting me compete with Goddess Nuwa and my senior uncle for something."

Xuan Du's pupils contracted slightly.

"On that altar," Huang Long's voice remained gentle, but a chill ran through it, "I, your senior brother, dared not leave behind even a wisp of my fortune...!"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Xuan Du's forehead.

"Junior brother," Huang Long reached out and placed a hand on Xuan Du's shoulder, patting him gently, "You know what Fuxi did!"

"I...I know." Xuan Du swallowed hard.

"Then...!" Huang Long's lips curled up slightly!

"Senior brother, let me explain..." Xuandu quickly said.

No explanation needed.

Before Huang Long could finish speaking, he threw a punch. Xuan Du was about to dodge when he discovered that this space had completely sealed off his Great Dao Laws.

"Bang!"

A punch landed squarely on Xuan Du's face.

The punch was fast and hard, landing squarely on Xuandu's left cheek.

Xuan Du was sent flying, tumbling several times on the sea surface and splashing up a lot of water.

"Senior brother!"

Xuan Du climbed out of the water, covering his swollen left cheek, looking aggrieved. "This really has nothing to do with me! It was that brat Fuxi's own idea!"

"None of your business?" Huang Long's figure flashed and appeared in front of Xuan Du, throwing another punch. "You're his master. You dare say you didn't interfere when he changed the sacrificial ritual?"

"Bang!"

My right cheek is swollen too.

Xuandu was thrown away again, this time sliding tens of thousands of feet across the water before coming to a stop.

He covered his swollen face, on the verge of tears.

"Senior brother, I only told him about the dragon totem, I didn't ask him to..."

"Didn't he do anything to me?" Huang Long's voice came from behind.

Xuandu turned around abruptly and saw that Huanglong had appeared behind him at some point, looking at him with a smile.

"Junior brother, do you know what?" Huang Long said, throwing another punch, "While I was in the underworld, comprehending the Great Dao of Reincarnation, I actually heard the names of Goddess Nuwa, our eldest grandmaster, and you..."

"Bang!"

"My senior brother followed the sound and found your precious disciple performing a ritual."

"Bang!"

"When you saw yourself standing side by side with Goddess Nuwa and Grand Master Uncle on the altar, do you know how you felt?"

"Bang!"

"My senior brother feels like his life is over!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Huang Long threw punch after punch, each one light, but each one landed precisely on Xuan Du's face.

Although Xuandu was also a Great Luo Golden Immortal, his physical body was far inferior to Huanglong's.

First, it's impossible; second, we're in the wrong.

It was his idea to place Huanglong on par with Nuwa, the Goddess of the Taiqing realm.

Moreover, neither Nuwa nor his teacher objected.

But now it seems that his senior brother is quite frightened.

After an unknown amount of time, Huanglong finally stopped.

He stood on the sea, arms crossed, looking refreshed with a satisfied smile on his face.

The shock and frustration he felt during the human sacrifice were finally released.

And Xuandu...

Xuan Du floated on the sea, his face swollen like a pig's head. His eyes were squeezed into slits by the swollen flesh, and his lips were swollen like two sausages. His once handsome face was now completely unrecognizable.

"Junior brother,"

Huang Long crouched down, looking at Xuan Du's wretched state, and asked with concern, "You seem rather happy that your senior brother helped you temper your physical body?"

"Is the pressure not enough?"

Xuan Du quickly shook his head, his swollen cheeks trembling with his movements, looking extremely comical.

"No! No!"

Xuan Du's voice was muffled by his swollen mouth, but his tone was exceptionally sincere, "Thank you, Senior Brother! Thank you, Senior Brother! I have benefited greatly!"

Huang Long nodded in satisfaction and reached out to pull Xuan Du out of the water.

"Junior brother, I'm doing this for your own good," Huang Long said earnestly. "Look at you, the only direct disciple of the Supreme Saint of Taiqing, who never fights with anyone. Your muscles and bones are practically rusting. It will do you a good job to loosen up your muscles and bones."

Xuandu nodded repeatedly, "Senior brother is right! Right!"

"The matter of the sacrifice...!"

"Junior brother, go back and have Fuxi remove Senior Brother's statue!"

"No need," Huang Long waved his hand. "Since it's already set up, let it remain set up. However..."

He paused, looked at Xuandu, and a deep meaning flashed in his eyes: "Next time you do something like this, tell your senior brother in advance."

Xuan Du nodded hurriedly, "Definitely! Definitely!"