Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

After leaving the temple, Xuandu raised the golden gourd.

Inside the gourd, the mark was shimmering slightly, like a beating heart.

An invisible thread extended from the mark, stretching towards the northern wilderness.

"Follow this thread, and we should be able to find Kunpeng," Xuandu said.

Huanglong nodded. "Fuxi, you will oversee the human race."

After saying that, he raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in the air.

A crack appeared out of nowhere, and inside the crack was a dark spatial turbulence.

With a wave of his hand, Huanglong stabilized the turbulent currents and created a stable spatial tunnel.

"Walk!"

The two stepped into the tunnel and vanished instantly.

Inside the tunnel, space is distorted and time is out of control.

However, Huanglong and Xuandu are both at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals, so this spatial turbulence is nothing to them.

Following the guidance of the silk thread, the two sped northward.

After an unknown amount of time, a glimmer of light appeared ahead in the tunnel.

The two emerged from the tunnel into a gray and gloomy world.

This is already the Northern Sea.

The entire world was shrouded in a hazy, gray light; the sun and stars were nowhere to be seen, only endless darkness.

The world was filled with a bone-chilling cold, a cold that was not the cold of ordinary wind and snow, but the cold of the Great Dao that penetrated to the very marrow.

The cold wind howled, whipping up a sky full of ice and snow.

But the ice and snow weren't white; they were gray.

Gray snow, gray ice, gray sky, black ocean!

This is the Northern Sea.

The lair of Kunpeng.

Huanglong Zhenren and Xuandu stood in mid-air, looking down at this desolate world.

The Northern Sea is boundless.

The seawater was deep black, with turbulent waves and huge gray icebergs floating on the surface.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and occasionally lightning would strike, but even that lightning was gray, illuminating the desolate ocean but not the gloom of the world.

"Is this Beiming?" Xuandu frowned slightly.

His divine sense swept across the entire sea area, but he found no signs of life or any abnormal energy fluctuations.

This place seemed to have been abandoned by heaven and earth, with even the spiritual energy being pitifully thin.

"This is the Northern Sea," Huanglong nodded, "the lair of the Kunpeng."

He closed his eyes, completely released his primordial spirit, and sensed every subtle fluctuation in this world.

A moment later, Huanglong opened his eyes and shook his head.

"I still can't find a trace of Kunpeng's aura." He looked at Xuandu, "Junior brother, use that mark."

Xuanhui understood and blew on the gourd.

A thin thread floated out of the gourd's mouth, its other end connecting to the endless waters of the Northern Darkness below.

"Down there!"

Huanglong led Xuandu to follow the silk thread.

As they approached the seawater, a ray of light blocked out the black water!

The two followed the thread and flew towards the depths of the sea.

The deeper you go, the colder the seawater becomes, and the greater the pressure.

But that thin thread kept guiding the way, drifting downwards at a steady pace.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally reached the seabed.

The seabed of the Northern Ocean is a desolate plain. There is no life, no coral, no seaweed, only gray-black rocks and mud.

The thread floated for a distance on the seabed before disappearing between two underwater mountain ranges.

Huanglong and Xuandu landed where the silk thread stopped and looked around.

There was nothing around.

There were no array fluctuations, no spatial rifts, and nothing unusual.

Huanglong's primordial spirit swept across the area but still found nothing unusual.

He walked to the spot where the silk thread disappeared and carefully examined the two mountain ranges.

There was nothing else in the mountains except the cold, hard black rocks of the Northern Darkness, which had nothing special about them except for containing the cold air of the Northern Darkness.

"Strange." Huang Long frowned. "The silk thread disappears here, which means Kunpeng should be here. But there's nothing here...!"

Xuan Du also came over and searched carefully, but found nothing.

"Could it be that Kunpeng used some secret method to hide its tracks?" Xuandu asked.

Huang Long shook his head: "Although my primordial spirit is suppressed by the laws of the Northern Underworld, it is not to the point that I cannot sense even the spatial fluctuations that are so close at hand. There are no spatial formations or secret realms here."

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Just then, a flash of inspiration struck Huang Long.

He suddenly thought of something.

The bitterly cold land of Beiming gave birth to the innate deity Kunpeng.

It's definitely not as simple as it seems; there must be a huge secret behind it.

Since it's not at the bottom of the sea, could it be...?

Master Huanglong looked down at the mountain range beneath his feet.

These mountain ranges in the northern seabed stretch across the seabed plains, rising and falling in a continuous line.

The mountain range is composed of black rocks from the Northern Sea, seemingly formed by the lingering cold air of the Northern Sea.

"Xuan Du, let's stop looking," Huang Long said.

Xuandu looked at Huanglong with some surprise: "Aren't you going to look anymore?"

Huang Long nodded. "If we can't find him, we'll let him come to us himself."

Under Xuan Du's puzzled gaze, Huang Long raised his hand and condensed a small sword imprint in his palm, exactly the same as the sword imprint that Tong Tian had left in his palm.

Huanglong Zhenren looked at the mountain range beneath his feet, and a thought stirred within him.

Within the sword imprint, a faint sword intent flowed, vast and profound, seemingly capable of severing everything in the world.

This is a bit of insight Huanglong gained from comprehending the sword imprint left on his palm by the Tongtian Sect Master.

Of course, this level of sword intent is incomparable to the saintly sword intent of the Tongtian Sect Master.

But at this moment, under Huang Long's deliberate concealment, the fluctuation of this sword intent seemed to be far stronger than its true power.

The ripples on the seabed were like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples.

Ripples spread through the mountains, penetrating layers of rock and extending in all directions.

After a few breaths, Huanglong looked at the pitch-black mountain range, which still showed no reaction.

He frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.

He cleared his throat and began to speak.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a strong killing intent and echoed across the seabed.

"Senior Kunpeng, if you don't show yourself soon, I'll strike you down with my sword, and your lair will be completely exposed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huanglong mobilized the world origin of the Xuanhuang Realm.

A vast power surged from his body and condensed in his palm.

The sword imprint on his palm now evolved into an even more dazzling and fierce sword intent.

Under the influence of this sword intent.

The entire seabed was trembling, and cracks began to appear in the underwater mountains that had existed for hundreds of millions of years, stirring up clouds of mud and sand.

"Senior brother, you...!" Xuandu's voice trembled slightly.

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