Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Faced with the current Fuxi, he could only protect himself by hiding in the sea of ​​blood.

He regretted it; his true spirit had been blinded by the desire for sainthood!

As the emperor and Nuwa's brother, Fuxi must have been the reason that the primordial purple aura appeared in the world.

His attempt to seize it was merely a fight for that one in a billion chance, but he never imagined that he was not alone in thinking the same thing.

This even brought out the saintly Nuwa.

But it's too late to regret it now.

The Primordial Purple Qi has been consumed by Fuxi, and his cultivation has reached an irreversible level.

What he should be worried about now is not whether he can seize the purple aura, but whether he can leave this place safely.

The sage Nuwa was still standing there, not uttering a word, but the invisible pressure made them dare not move.

He dared not force his way out, for that would only incur the sage's displeasure.

He could only wait.

Let's wait for the sage Nuwa to speak, and let this matter be resolved.

At Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi gave a bitter smile.

He didn't have the same ambition as Styx; his actions were merely to stop Kunpeng.

But regardless, he did take action; that's a fact.

He didn't know whether the sage Nuwa would take her anger out on him.

But he knew that the best course of action now was to admit his mistake.

Saints cannot be deceived. If you have made a mistake, you must admit it and stand up straight when you are punished!

He did not try to retract the blue hand, but waited quietly.

Xi Kunlun, the Queen Mother of the West, also looked rather unwell.

Her hand was frozen in mid-air, unable to move.

She could feel the immense pressure emanating from the sage Nuwa, a power she could not resist.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down; she had indeed been reckless today.

In the Heavenly Court, Haotian wore a smile on his face.

Although he also coveted the Primordial Purple Qi, compared with other Quasi-Saints, her foundation was still insufficient, and her cultivation was much worse.

He knew that even if he made a move, he would definitely not be able to outmaneuver those veteran Quasi-Saints!

In the Northern Sea, Kunpeng roared, stirring up towering waves. He looked towards Longevity Mountain with an extremely gloomy expression.

Clearly, he vented his anger at not being able to seize the Primordial Purple Qi on Zhen Yuanzi, believing that it was Zhen Yuanzi's obstruction that caused him to miss out on the Primordial Purple Qi!

But at this moment, he could only obediently wait.

The other quasi-saints dared not move.

Before a sage, all living beings are but ants, and these quasi-sage ancestors are no exception.

Huanglong withdrew his gaze from Fuxi and turned to the void, looking at the enormous hands.

His expression was calm, with even a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

He was watching the spectacle.

These quasi-saints, who were usually high and mighty and arrogant, were now frozen in place by a single cold snort from the Goddess Nuwa, unable to move and caught in a dilemma.

This scene is indeed interesting.

But despite the laughter, Huang Long knew that this matter needed to be resolved.

These quasi-saints cannot be fixed here indefinitely.

Even the goddess Nuwa couldn't stand here forever. Things always have to come to a conclusion.

Moreover, Fuxi had just attained the status of Emperor of Man and was in a position to establish his prestige.

If these quasi-saints could be made to bow their heads and admit their mistakes, it would also consolidate Fuxi's authority as the human emperor.

At that moment, Huang Long's expression hardened.

He glanced at the goddess Nuwa.

Nuwa stood in the void, expressionless, and did not look at him.

He vanished from outside the temple in a flash, and the next moment he appeared in the void, standing between those giant hands.

"Huang Long, what is he doing here?" The Quasi-Saints naturally saw Huang Long's figure and were all very puzzled by his appearance. However, they were happy to see someone break the awkward situation.

Huanglong first respectfully bowed to the goddess Nuwa.

"Disciple Huang Long greets Your Majesty."

Nuwa glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

Huang Long straightened up, turned to the frozen giant hands, and made a Taoist bow.

"Huang Long greets all the seniors."

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Huang Long spoke again.

"Seniors, is it inappropriate to show your palms like this?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Thank you for the reminder, young friend Huanglong."

"We have been presumptuous; we hope Your Majesty will forgive us."

These quasi-saints naturally knew it was inappropriate, but without Nuwa's permission, they dared not move!

Now that Huanglong had said that, they had a way out and all revealed their true forms.

Looking at the quasi-saints who had revealed their true forms, Huang Long continued.

"Today is a day of great joy for the human race, as Fuxi ascends to the throne of the Human Emperor. All of you seniors have traveled from afar, presumably to offer your congratulations?"

After these words were spoken, the void fell silent for a moment.

Huang Long glanced at Zhen Yuanzi, his eyes flickering slightly.

Zhen Yuanzi immediately realized what he meant, and his voice carried a hint of a smile: "That's right. I've come here to congratulate Fellow Daoist Fuxi on attaining the throne of the Human Emperor."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light surged from his palm, and three fruits emerged from the light.

Ginseng fruit.

The three ginseng fruits, each shaped like a baby, are lifelike and exude a rich Taoist charm.

Zhen Yuanzi loosened his blue hand, and three ginseng fruits floated down from the void, slowly flying to Fuxi's front.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, on attaining the throne of the Human Emperor." Zhen Yuanzi's voice was sincere and gentle.

Fuxi stood outside the temple, looking at the three ginseng fruits in front of him, then at Nuwa and the Yellow Dragon in the void, and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi."

He did not refuse and reached out to take the three ginseng fruits.

This innate top-grade spiritual root is the ginseng fruit I cultivated; each one is priceless and of immense benefit to cultivators.

Zhen Yuanzi sent three coins, which was already an extremely generous congratulatory gift.

With Zhen Yuanzi leading the way, the other quasi-saints could no longer remain silent.

The Styx Ancestor looked somewhat reluctant, but still spoke up: "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Fuxi on attaining the position of Human Emperor."

A beam of light emanated from his blood-red palm, and a fiery red lotus seed emerged from the light.

The lotus seed was entirely crimson, with golden patterns flowing across its surface, radiating a fiery aura.

It was a lotus seed from the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, extremely precious, comparable to a primordial spiritual treasure.

The Karmic Fire Red Lotus is transformed from the lotus seed of the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, which is the object of the Styx Ancestor's enlightenment.

This lotus seed possesses profound Daoist charm and abundant vitality. If carefully cultivated, it may grow into a new Karmic Fire Red Lotus.

The Styx Ancestor has already gone to great lengths to give away this lotus seed.

Fuxi looked at the fiery red lotus seed, nodded slightly, and accepted it.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Styx."

Upon hearing the words "fellow Daoist," the Styx Ancestor's expression softened somewhat.

Although Fuxi was already a sage, he still addressed him as a fellow Daoist, which relieved him.