Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Fuxi and Xuandu exchanged a glance, neither understanding why Huanglong would do this, but since he had said so, neither of them asked any further questions.

Huanglong led Fuxi and Xuandu back to Shouyang Mountain.

His first task was to retrieve the primordial spirit clone that had been wandering the earth for hundreds of years.

Over the past few hundred years, the primordial spirit has embodied the four Daoist principles of spring's birth, summer's growth, autumn's harvest, and winter's storage.

These Daoist insights are not simple perceptions, but rather the seeds of the Great Dao that have been accumulating over hundreds of years of changes in heaven and earth, representing Huanglong's most profound understanding of the cycle of the four seasons.

The moment the primordial spirit clone returned to the main body, four kinds of Daoist charms bloomed simultaneously within Huanglong's body.

The power of spring is like a seed breaking through the soil, full of vitality and hope.

Summer's power, like the blazing sun, is full of vitality and passion.

The power of autumn harvest is like the fruit falling to the ground, full of abundance and hope.

The power of winter dormancy, like ice and snow covering the body, is full of tranquility and restraint.

The four forces flowed within Huanglong's body, intertwining and nourishing each other, forming a complete cycle.

His aura underwent a subtle change in that instant, becoming deeper and more harmonious.

Fuxi and Xuandu both sensed this change. They exchanged a glance and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Huang Long didn't explain further, saying, "You all stay here, I'm going back to the dojo."

He tore through the void and arrived at Kunlun, at his own Five Elements Grotto.

He cut a branch from the great Chinese toon tree and took away many innate spiritual materials from his treasure trove.

The essence of innate Geng metal.

The essence of innate Ren water.

The essence of the innate Bing fire.

The essence of the innate Earth element.

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Finally, I cut a hollow willow branch.

When he returned and took out these spiritual materials, both Fuxi and Xuandu were stunned. Even Fuxi, who had once been the Demon Emperor, was shocked by Huanglong's wealth.

"Uncle-Master, this is...!" Fuxi looked at the willow branch, hesitant to speak.

Huang Long smiled and said, "It's just a willow branch, what's so surprising?"

Xuandu and Fuxi's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this!

Huanglong entered the Eight Views Palace, preparing to use his senior master's alchemy furnace to refine a spiritual treasure.

He first put the branches of the large Chinese toon tree and the hollow willow branches into the alchemy furnace.

The branches of the great Chinese toon tree slowly melted in the Doushuai Fire, turning into a pool of silvery-white liquid, exuding the Dao of Time. The hollow willow branches also turned into a pool of silvery-white liquid, emanating the aura of the laws of space.

Huanglong combined them to create a magical treasure that resembled an illustrated book!

Then, he poured the essence of the innate Geng metal, Ren water, Bing fire, and Wu earth into the alchemical furnace one by one.

These innate essences of the five elements transformed into five different colored liquids in the alchemy furnace!

Gold is white, water is black, fire is red, earth is yellow, and wood is green.

Five different colored liquids swirled in the alchemy furnace, merging into the illustrated book.

Huanglong then added one spiritual material after another, each containing the fundamental laws, to the furnace and continued the refining process.

Fortunately, Huanglong was already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and with the help of the Taiqing Saint's alchemy furnace, he could easily refine spiritual treasures.

Finally, Huanglong incorporated the collected Four Seasons Dao Seals into it.

The next moment, a scroll flew out of the alchemy furnace and unfolded in the Eight Views Palace.

It was a scroll about three feet long and one foot wide, made of silk but more durable, and shimmering with iridescent light.

The scroll depicts the changing seasons!

One painting, four scenes, four kinds of Taoist charm.

The seasons cycle endlessly, life goes on and on.

The entire scroll forms its own little world.

In this small world, mountains and rivers evolve, plants, birds and beasts emerge, wind, rain, thunder and lightning manifest, and the sun, moon and stars shine.

The four seasons flow continuously within it, and all things wither and flourish within it.

Sensing the aura emanating from the scroll, both Fuxi and Xuandu stood frozen in astonishment.

"A top-grade spiritual treasure acquired later in life."

"Master Uncle, you have refined a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure."

Huang Long looked at the scroll and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Huanglong could understand Xuandu and Fuxi's astonishment. After all, in the entire prehistoric world, besides the sages, only he could refine top-grade acquired spiritual treasures.

"The Four Seasons and Myriad Phenomena," he named this magical artifact.

"What a fine spiritual treasure!" Xuan Du exclaimed. "A top-grade acquired treasure. Senior Brother has truly inherited the true teachings of his Martial Uncle."

Fuxi carefully examined the Four Seasons Myriad Phenomena Scroll and exclaimed in amazement, "This scroll contains the four Daoist principles of spring birth, summer growth, autumn harvest, and winter storage, which perfectly align with the laws of the four seasons in the universe."

Huanglong smiled and said, "Using this magical treasure to establish the order of the four seasons in the primordial world is most appropriate."

Outside Shouyang Mountain, a storm is brewing.

Huanglong stood in the void, with Fuxi and Xuandu on his left and right respectively.

Bathed in the morning light, their figures resembled three deities descending from the heavens, solemn and sacred.

Huanglong took a deep breath and summoned the Four Seasons Myriad Phenomena Map.

The scroll unfolds in the morning breeze, and the scenes of the four seasons flow within it.

The vitality of spring, the lushness of summer, the harvest of autumn, and the tranquility of winter—these four Daoist principles emanate from the painting and spread in all directions.

In an instant, the four seasons of heaven and earth within the area enveloped by the Daoist aura rapidly alternated and evolved.

Huanglong raised his head to look at the sky, his voice loud and clear, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

"Heaven's will prevails!"

These four words, like a thunderclap, resounded throughout the primordial world.

Ordinary creatures were terrified by the sound and fled in panic, seeking refuge.

Meanwhile, the powerful beings who had been living in seclusion in various places also opened their eyes. After all, every time a living being cried out that the Heavenly Dao was above, the primordial world would inevitably undergo earth-shattering changes.

Huanglong's voice continued to ring out, each word crystal clear, reaching the ears of every living being in the primordial world.

The next moment, the voices of Fuxi and Xuandu rang out simultaneously.

"In the primordial chaos, Yin and Yang were out of order, and all things flourished and withered without restraint. Now, the three of us wish to establish the cycle of the four seasons, with spring for birth, summer for growth, autumn for harvest, and winter for storage, to set the rhythm of the primordial chaos and to regulate the flourishing and withering of all things."

The three voices merged into one, soaring into the sky and resounding throughout the world.

At this moment, the entire primordial world trembled.

Countless powerful beings cast their gazes toward the three of them.

Establishing the order of Heaven is not something anyone can do. It requires not only sufficiently powerful cultivation but also an extremely profound understanding of the primordial world.

As soon as the three voices fell, the once clear sky suddenly changed color.

Endless dark clouds converged from all directions, forming a huge vortex above the three people's heads.

Within the vortex, dense and terrifying lightning intertwined, emanating an aura that commanded the worship of all living beings.

At the deepest part of that vortex, endless thunderstorms formed a giant eye, which slowly emerged.

Those eyes held no emotion, only an endless interplay of order and rules, emanating an aura that rendered countless creatures of the primordial world unable to move.

The eye of heaven!