Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

In the primordial world, a quasi-saint was born once again.

Huang Long's lips twitched slightly.

Coincidence?

What a coincidence!

He had just broken through not long ago, and Xuandu broke through too? The two of them moved almost simultaneously, as if they had made a pact.

Isn't this obviously making other sages think along those lines?

A few breaths later, the disciples of the Jie Sect in the Great Luo Realm sensed the fluctuations of a Quasi-Saint's breakthrough.

Their understanding of the Great Dao is not as profound as that of a sage, nor as profound as that of Huanglong, a quasi-sage. Naturally, their speed in perceiving the fluctuations of the laws of the Great Dao is half a beat slower.

"Another...another Christmas-bound baby?"

"The great laws of heaven and earth are vibrating; this is the very essence of the Dao that will give birth to a quasi-celestial being!"

"Who is it?"

"This direction..."

The crowd began to discuss amongst themselves, and all eyes turned to Tongtian.

Bixiao, one of the Three Immortals, spoke up and asked, "Teacher, who has broken through to the Quasi-Saint level?"

Her voice was clear and crisp, carrying the unique curiosity of a young girl.

Tongtian glanced at Bixiao, then at the other disciples of the Jie Sect, his expression full of anticipation.

Tongtian did not speak, but looked at Huanglong.

Huang Long was slightly taken aback, then uttered two words.

"Xuan Du".

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear it clearly.

Xuandu.

When these two words were uttered in the hall, all the disciples of the Jie Sect were first stunned, and then their expressions changed drastically.

It was Xuandu.

The first disciple of the Human Sect, and the only direct disciple of the Sage of Taiqing.

Zhao Gongming breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior Brother Xuandu, it really was him."

Among the disciples of the Jie Sect, Daoist Duobao's reaction was the most intriguing.

He also let out a long sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it's Xuandu.

If it were someone else, especially someone from another power, the格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or landscape) of the primordial world would likely change again. However, Xuandu is a disciple of the Taiqing Sage and the senior disciple of the Human Sect, and has always been indifferent to worldly affairs. His breakthrough to Quasi-Saint will not have a significant impact.

Duobao and Xuandu were acquainted.

Back in Kunlun, the Human Sect had few members, and Xuandu frequently traveled between the various sects, developing a good relationship with Duobao. The two even discussed the Dao and methods of cultivation together.

Duobao remembers that Xuandu was already unfathomable back then.

That skill in divination using the Eight Trigrams was unparalleled in the primordial world.

Now even he has broken through to the Quasi-Saint level.

What about yourself?

Duobao clenched his fist.

In the late stage of the Great Luo realm, one is not far from the peak. But after that, there is still the hurdle of severing one's corpse.

A long way to go.

Just then, the Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly stood up from the platform.

His green robe fluttered in the wind, and sword patterns flowed around him.

"There will be no sermon today."

"I'll take you to visit Shouyang Mountain."

Go to Shouyang Mountain?

The disciples of the Jie Sect looked at each other in bewilderment.

Huang Long frowned slightly.

Xuan Du's breakthrough to Quasi-Saint was indeed a joyous occasion, and even Uncle Tongtian personally led his disciples to attend... Did Xuan Du really have that much influence?

He walked up to the Tongtian Sect Leader, cupped his hands, and said, "Uncle-Master, this disciple must return to Kunlun first..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the Tongtian Sect Leader.

The Tongtian Sect Leader waved his hand casually, saying, "Your master has already led the disciples of the Chan Sect to Shouyang Mountain."

Huang Long was taken aback.

Master went too?

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" The Tongtian Sect Leader looked at him, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Huang Long was even more puzzled.

It was only natural that Master would lead the disciples of the Chan Sect to congratulate Xuandu on his breakthrough to Quasi-Saint.

After all, the three religions are originally one family. It's normal for the Chan religion to go and congratulate the senior disciple of the Ren religion on breaking through to a higher realm.

But Tongtian Shishu's reaction...

He always felt that something was unusual.

Moreover, if his master has already gone to Shouyang Mountain, there is no point in him returning to Kunlun.

"Disciple obeys." Huang Long made a quick decision, "I will go to Shouyang Mountain with my martial uncle."

The Master of Heaven nodded.

He raised his hand and waved.

Countless sword patterns lit up on the ground of Biyou Palace, and sharp, fierce sword intent soared into the sky. These sword patterns intertwined and formed an array, enveloping everyone within it.

The next moment...

Sword light flashed, tearing through the void.

In a short while, Huang Long felt his feet sink into the void, and his body was enveloped by sword intent as he traversed through the void.

All around was endless darkness and starlight, a spatial rift in the void. The sword light protected everyone, tearing through layers of space.

A moment later, the feeling of being grounded returned.

They have left Jin'ao Island and arrived at Shouyang Mountain.

The auspicious clouds had not yet dispersed when I stepped onto Shouyang Mountain.

What shocked Huanglong even more was that outside the Eight Views Palace, two groups of people arrived almost simultaneously.

On the left, the illusory image of the Nine Dragons Incense Chariot had not yet fully solidified. Yuanshi Tianzun sat upright on the chariot, his white Taoist robe spotless.

Behind the carriage, disciples of the Chan Sect, including Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, and Yu Ding, were all present.

On the right, golden light rippled out.

The Guide stood on a twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit, and as the petals bloomed, boundless golden light dyed half the sky a shimmering blue. His face remained sorrowful, as if the words "all beings suffer" were etched into his very bones.

The Taoist Zhunti held a Seven Treasures Tree in his hand, a smile on his face, and was adorned with necklaces that shimmered with precious light.

Behind the two, Bhaisajyaguru, Mahasthamaprapta, Maitreya, and Ksitigarbha were in the same line.

The disciples of the three sages landed simultaneously.

In the square in front of the Eight Views Palace, the jade-paved ground reflects the auspicious clouds and purple aura in the sky.

The illusory image of the Tai Chi diagram above the palace gate slowly rotates, and with each rotation, Yin and Yang energies descend from the void, nourishing all things in the mountains!

Zhunti stepped forward with a smile, gently turning the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand, its seven-colored light flowing like a rainbow.

"My two senior brothers, we meet again."

He bowed to the Tongtian Sect Leader and the Primordial Heavenly Lord, adopting an extremely humble posture.

The radiant light of the Seven Treasures Tree shone on his face, making his smiling eyes appear even more unfathomable.

The guide did not speak.

He merely nodded slightly to the Tongtian Sect Leader and the Primordial Heavenly Lord, his sorrowful expression remaining unchanged.

The Celestial Venerable of Primordial Beginning's expression remained unchanged.

His stern face revealed no emotion. He merely raised his hand slightly, his wide sleeves fluttering gently, and returned the greeting to Jieyin and Zhunti.

The movements were small, and the manners were impeccable, yet they conveyed a sense of aloofness.

The Tongtian Cult Leader was different.

He glanced sideways at Zhunti, flicked his green robe, and said with undisguised disdain and mockery, "You two, you have really sharp noses."

That was a very blunt remark.

The expressions of all the disciples present changed slightly.

Huang Long's lips twitched!

Uncle Tongtian still speaks as directly as ever!

Zhunti, however, seemed oblivious to the barb in his words.

His smile remained as warm as a spring breeze, and his gaze passed over the Tongtian Sect Leader, landing directly on Huanglong.

Those smiling eyes lingered on Huanglong for a moment.

Just for a fleeting moment.

Even though Huanglong was already a quasi-saint, he still felt as if he had been seen through from head to toe.