Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The Tongtian Sect Leader stood in the starry sky, one hand resting on the Qingping Sword. His gaze lingered on Huanglong for a moment before turning to Jieyin and Zhunti.

Jieyin and Zhunti stood there, motionless.

The two seemed to be plotting something, or perhaps waiting for something.

The Tongtian Sect Leader looked at them, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Junior brothers," he spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable air of authority, "why aren't you leaving? Do you perhaps have some designs on Little Yellow Dragon?"

As he spoke, the Tongtian Sect Leader gently stroked the hilt of the Qingping Sword.

The gesture was casual, like caressing a beloved toy.

But the expressions on Jieyin and Zhunti's faces changed simultaneously.

The Qingping Sword, the sword used by the Tongtian Sect Leader to prove his Dao.

Although they are not killing treasures like the Four Swords of Zhuxian, the swords in the hands of sages never need the title of "treasure".

The sage himself is the greatest treasure.

The meaning behind the Tongtian Sect Leader's action is already very clear!

[You two shouldn't have any inappropriate thoughts.]

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing a bitter smile in each other's eyes.

Taiqing, Yuanshi, and Nuwa ignored it, but Tongtian kept an eye on the two of them.

They do indeed have some designs on Huanglong...!

Huanglong, who has not yet broken through to the Quasi-Saint level, still has room for maneuver...!

But the Tongtian Sect Leader had already made his intentions clear.

They had no reason to stay any longer.

Jieyin took a deep breath, put his hands together, and bowed slightly to Tongtian Jiaozhu.

"Senior brother is too kind." His voice was calm and gentle. "Junior brother Zhunti and I were simply overjoyed at the restoration of the primordial world and forgot to leave. Since senior brother has spoken, we will take our leave now."

Zhunti also bowed slightly, forcing a smile on his face.

The Master of Heaven nodded without saying a word.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, and their figures simultaneously vanished into the starry sky, returning to Mount Sumeru in the west.

At the summit of Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti appeared beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, both saints looking rather grim.

"Senior brother, Tongtian is being far too domineering," Zhunti said, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice. "We're just standing there, we haven't done anything yet..."

Jieyin shook his head, interrupting him.

"Junior brother, don't complain," Jieyin said. "It's only human nature for Tongtian to protect his own. We would have done the same if we were in his shoes."

Zhunti opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately kept it closed.

He knew that what the guide said was true.

But knowing right from wrong is one thing; whether you feel comfortable or not is another.

His gaze pierced through layers of space, looking at Huanglong and the other two in the starry sky, a deep thought flashing in his eyes.

In the starry sky, only the Tongtian Sect Leader remained of the six saints.

He looked in the direction where Jieyin and Zhunti had disappeared, glanced around, and snorted coldly.

That cold snort, though not loud, was like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of every powerful being on the primordial land.

Those powerful beings who were watching the starry sky trembled at the sound of that cold snort.

Then they remembered that there was still a saint in the starry sky who had not left.

This sage was the one with the most fiery temper and the most difficult to deal with among the six sages.

They all withdrew their divine senses, no longer daring to peer into the starry sky.

Some even bowed to the starry sky in a gesture of respect.

Then, they all went their separate ways.

Yuan Feng withdrew her gaze, turned around, and walked back into the depths of the volcano.

The First Emperor lowered his head, no longer daring to look at the starry sky.

Zhen Yuanzi made a Taoist bow, turned around and walked back to Wuzhuang Temple.

Houtu chuckled and looked away.

The Styx Ancestor snorted coldly, but dared not act rashly again, and turned to disappear into the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

In the starry sky, the Tongtian Sect Leader looked around and, after confirming that no one was spying on him, his gaze fell on Huanglong Zhenren.

"Little Yellow Dragon," he said, his tone much gentler.

Huanglong was experiencing the changes in the power of the Ziwei Emperor. At this moment, he was the undisputed King of the Stars.

Just as I was immersed in this realization, the voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly rang in my ears.

"Uncle-Master?"

Huang Long was startled and subconsciously looked around.

But the starry sky was empty, with nothing but him, Fuxi, and Xuandu.

The figure of the Tongtian Sect Leader seemed to have vanished.

Master Huanglong was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard.

But then, the voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader rang out again.

"Little Huanglong, next time there's any hard work, let Duobao and the others do it."

This time, the voice was clearer, with a hint of teasing and a touch of seriousness in his tone.

Huang Long finally realized that he hadn't misheard; the Tongtian Cult Leader was indeed speaking to him.

He looked around again, but still couldn't see anything.

He knew that this was because the Tongtian Sect Leader was unwilling to show himself.

If a sage doesn't want others to see him, even if he stands right in front of you, you won't be able to see him.

"This disciple will remember the teachings of my master." Huanglong Zhenren respectfully bowed to the void.

A soft laugh echoed in the void, then all was silent.

The Master of Heaven has left.

In the starry sky, only Huanglong, Fuxi, and Xuandu remained.

The 365 star banners are still slowly rotating, drawing upon different stellar energies to nourish each banner.

Their mission has been completed, but the great formation has not been dismantled and is still in operation, absorbing the power of stars in the sky.

With a wave of his hand, Huanglong dispelled the great formation, and countless star banners pierced the starry sky, falling into their corresponding star origins, awaiting Huanglong's summons.

With these star banners, if one wishes to appoint a star lord in the future, one only needs to refine these star banners to gain initial control over the origin of the stars.

Fuxi retrieved the Hetu and Luoshu, and upon seeing Huanglong and Xuandu, a smile appeared on his face. But within that smile lay a faint trace of melancholy.

"Master, Senior Uncle," Fuxi spoke, his voice more solemn than usual.

Huanglong and Xuandu looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"This time, with the revival of the celestial stars, not only have I gained a great deal of Heavenly Dao merit, but I have also completely refined the restrictions of the Hetu and Luoshu," Fuxi gazed at the brilliant stars, "and have gained new insights into the secrets of Heaven and the Great Dao of Destiny."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "This disciple wishes to return to the human race first to enter seclusion and meditate."

Huang Long nodded: "Of course, now that we have an opportunity for a breakthrough, we should seize it."

After saying this, Huanglong took out a jade box and tossed it to Fuxi. "Here are a few tea leaves; I hope they will be of some help to you."

Xuan Du nodded: "Go! Focus on your cultivation."

Fuxi accepted the jade box and bowed deeply to the two men: "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Senior Uncle."