Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"He, Qiu Shouxian, now often accompanies the sage and listens to the sage's teachings, so his cultivation has naturally advanced by leaps and bounds, and he is now in the mid-stage of the Golden Immortal realm."

"Looking at Huanglong again, he showed no trace of the power of a Taiyi cultivator, clearly still only at the Golden Immortal realm! His aura seemed... it didn't seem to be much stronger than mine?"

Qiu Shouxian turned around and saw more than ten fellow disciples present, several of whom were Golden Immortals.

The humiliation of being suppressed by Huanglong surged into his heart instantly, drowning out the last trace of fear.

The fierce light in Qiu Shou Xian’s eyes suddenly flashed, his aura changed drastically, and the magic power mixed with the Shangqing Daoist rhyme around him suddenly erupted. The pressure of the Golden Immortal realm was released instantly, and the surrounding flowing spiritual energy stagnated!

"Huang! Long! Senior Brother!"

He practically spat out those words through gritted teeth, his voice filled with hatred, "How dare you! Relying on your superior cultivation, you disrupted the Three Teachings Assessment and wantonly suppressed my Jie Sect disciples!"

Although Lingya Xian and the disciples of the Jie Sect behind him did not know why Qiushou Xian had changed so quickly from being respectful to being fierce, seeing Qiushou Xian's attitude, they all surged their magic power, activated their magic weapons, and surrounded Huanglong with unfriendly expressions, exuding murderous aura.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, and the oppressive aura of the Golden Immortal forced all the beings, whose cultivation was at most at the Heavenly Immortal realm, to prostrate themselves on the ground.

Huang Long looked at the Jie Sect disciples who surrounded him, their faces filled with fierce light, and shook his head slightly with amusement. He then turned to Qiu Shou Xian, his tone carrying a hint of regret and mockery:

"I thought that you had gained something from staying by your uncle's side and listening to the teachings of the sages for tens of thousands of years. But now it seems that apart from your cultivation level increasing, nothing else has changed."

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Qiu Shou Xian and Ling Ya Xian, as well as the dozen or so Jie Sect disciples behind them, each wielding magical weapons and gleaming with menacing intent. Finally, he sighed softly.

"Fine, since you are all so stubborn, then... you should all reflect on your actions here."

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Long raised his hand again.

This time, palms formed from magical power appeared above Qiu Shou Xian and the others, slowly pressing down.

The movements are slow and clear!

"What?!"

Qiu Shou Xian's pupils shrank suddenly as he looked at Huang Long, who dared to disregard him.

Wanting to suppress them all with one hand, he roared in anger and summoned the "Yin Yang Soul-Slaying Blade" bestowed by Tongtian. Instantly, he unleashed several sharp blade beams, carrying a strange power that could shake the soul, to meet the slowly descending palm in the sky!

He was confident that with this magical weapon, a mere palm could be shattered with a single strike!

Other disciples of the Jie Sect also unleashed their magical weapons to meet the palm.

However, there seemed to be an insurmountable barrier in front of that palm.

The attacks from the other disciples of the Jie Sect landed on it, but didn't leave even a trace.

Only the blade of the Immortal with the wavy head, powerful enough to cleave mountains and rivers and annihilate primordial spirits, struck it, leaving only a white mark before dissipating into the world!

"What?!"

The ferocity and hatred on Qiu Shouxian's face instantly turned into horror.

The next moment, the palm landed on their heads!

When they tried to escape, they found that they were all trapped in place and unable to move.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

A series of dull thuds rang out, accompanied by short gasps and screams.

The dozen or so disciples of the Jie Sect, including Lingya Xian, followed in the footsteps of the previous disciples, and were all driven into the ground like wooden stakes.

Each one stood upright, embedded straight into the ground beneath their feet, with only their heads sticking out. The only thing that could move was their eyes, which were turning around in terror.

Only Qiu Shou Xian, with his Golden Immortal cultivation and the protection of his magic weapon, barely managed not to be pressed into the ground. However, he was also forced to kneel on one knee by that palm, his one hand supporting the Soul-Slaying Blade. His bones cracked and popped, and his whole body was covered in wounds, with blood flowing freely.

He struggled desperately, veins bulging on his forehead, but he couldn't even lift his head!

The fear he had just suppressed surged back into his heart!

"You're not a Golden Immortal...you're not a Golden Immortal!"

"How is this possible?"

Huanglong Zhenren slowly walked up to him, looked down at Qiushou Xian who was struggling to hold on, and his eyes were indifferent.

"Did I say I was a Golden Immortal?!" A powerful aura of the Taiyi Realm suddenly erupted.

Under this oppressive force, Qiu Shou Xian also knelt heavily on the ground with his other foot, his hands gripping the Soul-Slaying Blade!

Huanglong raised his foot and stomped Qiu Shou Xian and his Soul-Slaying Blade into the ground.

"I will personally go to Shangqing Palace to report your actions to my Uncle Tongtian and ask him to make a judgment."

His voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"As for you all..."

Huang Long's gaze swept over the heads embedded in the ground, which looked like groundhogs, and finally landed on Qiu Shou Xian.

"Then you should stay here and reflect on your actions, and await your master's judgment."

After speaking, spiritual energy surged beneath his feet, instantly forming a sealing array on the ground, completely sealing away Qiu Shou Xian and all the disciples embedded within, thus integrating them with the Kunlun Mountain Gate.

The dragon-headed immortal rolled its two eyes, filled with fear and horror.

Huang Long didn't glance at them again. He turned to the stunned young man in blue and the countless trembling beings around him, smiled, withdrew his oppressive aura, and spoke in a slightly gentler tone:

"The assessment continues. Those who are steadfast in their pursuit of the Way and unmoved by external things will naturally be able to become disciples of the sages."

After saying that, he conjured a cloud and passed through the magnificent Kunlun Mountain Gate, his figure quickly disappearing into the spiritual mist.

Outside the mountain gate, only a dozen or so heads remained embedded in the jade steps, watching the group of seekers slowly enter the assessment.

A lucky cloud carrying a yellow dragon passed through layers of clouds and mist, leaped onto the Three Pure Peaks, and landed in front of the most solemn Jade Pure Palace.

He straightened his clothes and took a deep breath.

The innate spiritual energy in the air contained an increasingly profound Daoist essence, which, when inhaled, was instantly refined into strands of pure magical power.

If one cultivates here year after year, even a pig can make rapid progress.

Huang Long composed himself and stepped forward.

They bowed respectfully before the palace gate, which was imprinted with countless Dao runes.

"Disciple Huang Long requests an audience with Master!"

The tightly closed palace gates slowly opened from within.

Inside Yuqing Palace.

The sounds of the Great Dao emanating from the depths of the main hall were enticing, drawing people into the Dao. The sounds were not loud, but they resonated clearly throughout the hall and echoed in one's primordial spirit.

On the cloud bed, the figure of Yuanshi Tianzun appeared and disappeared, shrouded in wisps of purple aura, his face indistinct.

Below the stage, more than ten disciples of the Chan Sect sat cross-legged on prayer mats, some frowning in thought, others smiling, all immersed in the sage's teachings.

Not daring to disturb him, Huanglong quietly sat down on a futon that had suddenly appeared, and listened intently to the sage's teachings.

"......!"

The words of the sages are all precious gems, containing the mysteries of heaven and earth, yin and yang.

In a short time, all the obscure aspects of Huanglong's tens of thousands of years of cultivation were sorted out and explained.

After tens of thousands of years of wandering, all the gains have now transformed into the life-giving water of the Great Dao. Nourished by this water, the seed of the Great Dao, formed by the condensation of the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit, cracks open, and a wisp of mystery is bursting forth.

Yuanshi Tianzun, seated high on his cloud bed, opened his eyes, glanced at the seated Huanglong, and reflected in them the laws governing the operation of all things in the universe.