Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The raging sea eye gradually subsided.

Zulong opened his eyes, looked at Huanglong, and could not hide the smile in his eyes.

Huanglong stood in the eye of the sea, his aura concealed, his Daoist essence hidden within!

"I'm just basking in your glory." Zu Long's voice echoed in the sea eye, deep and majestic, yet with a rare hint of relaxation. "The sea eye is slowly repairing itself. It can't provide you with chaotic energy for the time being."

Upon hearing this, Huang Long bowed respectfully.

Now that he has broken through to the Quasi-Saint level and severed one of his corpses, the evolution of the Xuanhuang Realm is no longer in such a hurry.

"Thanks to the Ancestor's care during this period, my Xuanhuang Realm has accumulated a lot of origin, and I don't need the chaotic energy for the time being."

Within the Xuanhuang Realm, on the towering spiritual root, countless spiritual fruits containing the essence of heaven and earth are densely distributed among the branches and leaves.

Countless primordial energies flowed through the mountains and rivers, spiritual roots and immortal herbs grew wildly, and the vitality of the entire world was so vigorous that it was almost overflowing.

These accumulated resources are sufficient to support the evolution of the Xuanhuang Realm over a long period of time, and even to go further.

Huang Long's gaze fell into the depths of the sea eye.

I sensed that the sea eye was covered with countless cracks, like shattered glass.

One of the cracks is slowly being repaired.

Huang Long remained silent for a moment before asking, "Ancestor, can this sea eye be completely repaired?"

The sea eye fell into a brief silence.

Zu Long pondered, his vertical pupils slightly narrowed, as if he were deducing something.

After a long while, the deep voice sounded again.

"Yes." He uttered a single word, paused, and said, "If a few dozen Quasi-Saints break through their realms in this sea eye and guide the Great Dao Laws to descend, it can be completely repaired."

Dozens.

Huang Long was stunned.

Given the current state of the primordial world, the birth of dozens of Quasi-Saints, all of whom would break through in the sea eye... is simply impossible.

Since the Lich War, the primordial world has been shattered and the Great Dao has been out of balance.

To attain the status of a Great Luo Golden Immortal is already one in ten thousand.

Only after the stars in the heavens were reignited did a large number of Great Luo Golden Immortals emerge.

The answer is quasi-sages. As far as he knows, there is one Randeng, one Fuxi, and only three including himself.

Dozens? And they all need to break through in the sea eye?

This condition has practically blocked all other avenues.

Huanglong looked at Zulong, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but found himself speechless.

Therefore, it seems that the chances of the First Dragon escaping the Sea Eye are slim.

Zu Long saw through his thoughts at a glance.

A faint smile appeared in those aged, vertical pupils.

It's not bitterness, not helplessness, but a kind of... relief.

Don't worry about it.

The First Emperor's voice was calm as still water, "If it weren't for you, when Mount Buzhou collapsed, I would have already merged into this sea eye and wouldn't have been able to save my life."

"Although I can no longer leave this sea eye, I am at ease knowing that the karmic obstacles of the dragon race are being eliminated." The Ancestral Dragon's gaze pierced through the sea eye, where countless dragons thrived. "You may leave now."

Huang Long bowed deeply.

"Take care, Ancestor."

He made no promises.

With dozens of Quasi-Saints already, it's uncertain whether the prehistoric world will be able to produce even more Quasi-Saints in the future.

The East China Sea shimmers with light.

The yellow dragon emerged from the water just as the sun was rising.

Having broken through to the Quasi-Saint level, he should have returned to Kunlun!

But......

Huanglong looked eastward.

The location of Jin'ao Island deep in the East China Sea.

My Uncle Tongtian has already returned to Jin'ao Island. It would be impolite not to pay him a visit.

After a moment of contemplation, Huang Long made his decision.

First, go to Jin'ao Island to pay respects to Uncle Tongtian, then return to Kunlun to greet your master.

With his mind made up, he transformed into an almost invisible golden streak of light and sped eastward.

The location of Jin'ao Island was all too familiar to him.

After passing over a series of celestial islands each exuding a different aura, Huanglong arrived at Jin'ao Island.

He paused slightly, then gently swiped his right hand across the array of restrictions on Jin'ao Island.

The trace left by the fingertip was an extremely fine golden light trail, which intertwined in the void, revealing a passage that could only accommodate one person at a time.

At the end of the passage, the outline of an island could be vaguely seen.

Huang Long stepped into the passage, and the great formation silently closed behind him.

Jin'ao Island.

The island is aptly named, resembling a giant, ancient turtle that seems to stretch across the sky.

The island is covered with rolling hills and lush vegetation, and is rich in innate spiritual energy and stellar power.

Most striking is the magnificent palace atop the island's highest peak.

Biyou Palace.

That fierce aura of "severing the heavens" appeared even more vast and profound to Huang Long, who was at the quasi-saint level.

Even a palace exudes a sharp edge, embodying the principle of "preferring the straightforward to the crooked."

The wisps of sword energy intertwining between heaven and earth made Huang Long's scalp tingle. He could feel that any single burst of sword energy could easily obliterate him.

The higher one's spiritual attainment, the more one can feel the terror of a sage.

Huang Long's expression was solemn, and his mind was completely settled at this moment.

The cultivation of the Great Dao has only just begun.

He slowly straightened his clothes and stepped onto the mountain path.

The mountain road winds its way through the mountains, with ancient trees towering on both sides.

Cranes perched in the woods, but they did not fly away in fright when they saw Huanglong. They just tilted their heads and looked at this unfamiliar visitor.

We had only reached the halfway point when two figures came towards us.

Two boys, one dressed in crimson, the other in a light blue Taoist robe.

Water and Fire Boy.

"Senior Brother Huanglong!" the red-clad fire-boy spoke first, his voice clear and crisp, "It's been quite a long time since you've been to Golden Turtle Island!"

Although the blue-clad water boy was a man of few words, he smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "Senior Brother Huanglong, it's been a long time."

Huang Long stopped and returned the greeting with a smile: "My two junior brothers, how have you been lately?"

"It's fine." Fire Boy blinked, looking Yellow Dragon up and down. "It's just that after Master came back, we can't go out to play anymore."

The Water Boy tugged at the Fire Boy's sleeve and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense."

Fire Boy glanced back at Biyou Palace, then said solemnly, "Senior Brother Huanglong, the Master is in the palace and has ordered the two of us to wait here for your arrival."

Huang Long's heart stirred slightly.

He was not surprised that his Uncle Tongtian knew of his arrival.

"Please lead the way, my two junior brothers."

Following the Water and Fire Boys, Huanglong stepped onto the stone steps in front of Biyou Palace.

The gates of Biyou Palace are now open.

The moment he stepped through the palace gate, Huang Long glanced around and paused slightly.

The main hall was bustling with activity.

On the Azure Cloud Bed directly in front of him, the Tongtian Sect Leader sat upright.

Unlike the solemn and dignified demeanor of Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu simply sat casually, one hand resting on his knee and the other on the armrest of his cloud bed, his fingers tapping lightly unconsciously.

The seven attendants stood on either side of the Tongtian Sect Leader's cloud bed.

Beneath the cloud bed, all the core disciples of the Jie Sect were present.

At the very front, Duobao's aura had already reached the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Jinling and Wudang, on either side of him, were both at the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm.