Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Xuan Du was startled as he felt the terrifying power emanating from the sword imprint in Huang Long's palm.

Looking at Huanglong, he felt a pang of envy.

My senior brother is indeed deeply loved by the three masters, even Uncle Tian left such a terrifying method on him.

If this sword, imbued with the power of a saint, were to strike, the entire Northern Underworld would be overturned.

What Xuandu didn't know was that the sword seal in Huanglong's hand was just a facade. If he were to unleash his full power, although he could reach the level of a quasi-saint, he would be far less terrifying than a saint.

Kunpeng knew even less.

Back in the North Sea, Kunpeng was frightened by this sword mark and had to give a huge gift in order to leave.

Moreover, this sword intent does indeed contain a trace of the sword intent fluctuation of the Tongtian Sect Master!

That was what Huanglong realized after he used the sword intent left behind by Tongtian twice.

But even this little bit is enough...!

Huanglong waited for several breaths, but still saw no movement.

He turned to Xuandu and said, "Junior brother, watch closely, this sword strike is going to be very cool."

As he spoke, he gave Xuandu a look.

Xuandu instantly understood.

A pagoda rose from above Xuandu's head, transforming into a giant tower a hundred feet tall, supported by the Northern Sea.

The golden light emanating from the pagoda illuminated the entire seabed, turning even the dark seawater a golden hue.

The Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, a treasure of acquired merit, possesses unparalleled defense.

With it around, even a Quasi-Saint's full-force attack would hardly harm Xuandu in the slightest.

After Xuandu unleashed the pagoda, he retreated behind Huanglong.

Huanglong then began to activate the world origin of the Xuanhuang Realm.

The origin of the world is the foundation of the Xuanhuang Realm, containing the power of the entire world.

Huanglong rarely had the opportunity to use this power; the last time he used it was in the battle against Donghuang Taiyi.

At this moment, in order to force Kunpeng out, he was determined to put on a full performance.

With the infusion of the world's origin, the sword intent grew stronger and more vast, as if it would unleash a terrifying sword light and shatter the entire North Sea with a single thought from Huang Long.

The tremors on the seabed are becoming increasingly violent.

Spatial rifts shimmered on the seabed, and endless, dark seawater was constantly being swallowed into them.

At this moment, the entire Northern Sea trembled.

Huanglong raised his palm towards the two mountain ranges on the seabed.

"Kunpeng! You didn't see it last time, but this time I will let you personally experience the power of a saint's sword intent."

The terrifying sword intent was about to erupt.

"Young friend Huanglong, wait a moment!" A slightly tense voice rang in Huanglong's ears.

Suddenly, a ripple appeared between the two underwater mountain ranges.

The ripples were initially small, only the size of a palm, but they quickly spread out and turned into a huge vortex.

At the center of the vortex was a faint spatial rift, connecting to an unknown place.

Huang Long grinned. "Old man, you've finally decided to come out!"

But the Xuanhuang Origin in his hand surged even more frantically into the sword seal.

The aura emanating from that sword imprint became even more terrifying!

Kunpeng clearly did not expect Huanglong to act this way. Despite having no grudges between them, Huanglong acted as if he would overthrow Beiming at the slightest provocation.

But at this moment, he had no choice.

Before the spatial rift had stabilized, a stream of light flew out from it and landed in front of Huanglong.

His face was sinister, and his eyes radiated a chilling aura even more intense than that of Bei Ming.

He, Kunpeng, a dignified Quasi-Saint Realm expert, was actually attacked and had his lair invaded by a junior...!

As Kunpeng looked at the terrifying sword intent in Huanglong Zhenren's palm, the coldness in his eyes subsided, and his eye twitched slightly.

"Young friend Huanglong, let's talk this out, why be like this?" Kunpeng's voice was somewhat hoarse. Faced with that terrifying sword intent, he had no choice but to lower his head.

Huanglong Zhenren looked at Kunpeng, and the smile on his lips deepened.

However, he did not withdraw the sword seal; instead, he made the fluctuation of that sword intent even more solid.

"Senior Kunpeng, it's so difficult to even meet you!"

Huanglong glanced at the gradually forming spatial tunnel behind Kunpeng. A trace of chaotic origin emanating from it seemed to have a special flavor. He was very curious about what was inside!

"Senior, won't you invite Xuandu and me to your dojo for a visit?"

A chill returned to Kunpeng's eyes as he coldly stared at Huanglong. "State your purpose for coming here!"

Huang Longdao withdrew his gaze and looked at Kunpeng, "This junior has come to ask the senior for something."

Kunpeng's eyelids twitched, already guessing what was going on. "My barren Northern Sea has nothing worth the personal instruction of two sages."

Huanglong stared at Kunpeng and uttered four words.

"The River Chart and the Luo River Writing"

Kunpeng's expression changed drastically.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but stopped immediately; behind him lay his training ground, the foundation of his being.

He looked at the sword intent in Huanglong's palm, then at the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda above Xuandu's head, and his mind raced with calculations.

"What if I don't give it to you?" Kunpeng asked, his voice slightly weak.

Huang Long smiled and said, "Senior, this junior only needs the Hetu and Luoshu...!"

"If Fuxi were to come, it would be much more than just the Hetu and Luoshu."

Kunpeng's expression changed again. He stared intently at Huanglong, his face filled with disbelief. "Fuxi has fallen!"

Huanglong looked at Kunpeng as if he were a fool. "Senior, you don't really think that Goddess Nuwa would let Fuxi perish without a second thought!"

Kunpeng suddenly realized, "Yes, Nuwa is a sage, how could she allow Fuxi to perish so easily?"

"Fuxi needs the Hetu and Luoshu to reaffirm his status as a quasi-sage!"

Huang Long nodded; this matter couldn't be kept from a quasi-saint like Kunpeng.

"Back then, because our predecessor took away the Hetu Luoshu, the Zhou Tian Star Array was destroyed, which also led to the fall of Fuxi."

"This whole situation is just to ask you for a primordial spiritual treasure. You should be grateful."

Kunpeng looked at Huanglong with a very unfriendly expression.

But he had to admit that Huang Long was right!

When he left with the Hetu and Luoshu, he never imagined that with the sage Nuwa present, Fuxi would also perish in the great calamity.

He has been hiding for so many years to avoid Nuwa.

He thought that by hiding in his stronghold, even a saint would find him.

His expression darkened when he saw the golden gourd in Xuandu's hand!

As expected, it was impossible to deceive a sage in the primordial world.

He then looked at the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda above Xuandu's head and the sword intent in Huanglong's hand.

"Huanglong, are you threatening me?" Kunpeng said coldly, his face stern.

Huang Long shook his head: "This junior dares not. This junior only wants to make it clear to senior that the Hetu and Luoshu are not yours, and you are only a burden to them."

"Why not pass it on to a younger generation, so they can understand the cause and effect between you and Fuxi?"

A hint of hesitation flashed in Kunpeng's eyes.

He knew Huang Long was telling the truth.

The Hetu and Luoshu were indeed a hot potato in his hands.

This innate top-grade spiritual treasure, in his hands for countless years, he had not even refined half of its innate restrictions.

"How do you plan to solve this?" Kunpeng asked.

Master Huanglong laughed and said, "Senior, hand over the Hetu and Luoshu to me. I guarantee that from now on, the cause and effect of Fuxi's death because of you will be wiped clean, and Goddess Nuwa will not cause you any trouble."

Kunpeng remained silent for a long time.

He looked at Huanglong, then at Xuandu, and finally at the terrifying sword intent in Huanglong's palm.