Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Nephew Huanglong," Zhunti spoke, his tone like that of an elder showing concern for his disciple, "What good fortune! Among the disciples of the three religions, you are the first to achieve the quasi-saintly Dao fruit."

These words immediately created a slightly awkward atmosphere.

Disciples of the Three Religions.

Perhaps the speaker didn't mean anything by those four words?

Among the disciples of the three religions, the first to achieve the quasi-sainthood was not Xuandu, the first disciple of the Human Religion, nor Duobao, the first disciple of the Intercepting Religion, nor Guangchengzi, the first disciple of the Elucidating Religion, but Huanglong.

These words, spoken in front of Yuanshi Tianzun, had different meanings for the disciples of the Jie Sect and the Western Sect.

Guang Chengzi raised an eyebrow, while Duobao lowered his gaze, remaining expressionless.

Huang Long remained expressionless.

He bowed slightly, his posture neither humble nor arrogant: "Thank you for your praise, Uncle-Master Zhunti."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Huang Long's achievements today are entirely due to the teachings of his teacher, as well as the guidance of his senior uncle and senior master."

Every word is clear.

It was all thanks to the teacher's guidance.

There was also guidance from the eldest senior brother and junior brother.

Huanglong emphasized the word "teacher" the most, and then listed the guidance from Taiqing and Tongtian side by side.

The Three Pure Ones are one, and their teachings are a blessing. Huanglong's achievements today are the result of their joint efforts.

These words were perfectly watertight.

In the eyes of the disciples of the Chan and Jie sects, Huanglong, having received joint guidance and instruction from the Three Pure Ones, was the first to break through to the Quasi-Saint level, a well-deserved achievement.

The smile on Zhunti's face froze for a moment.

Just for a fleeting moment.

The precious light on the Seven Treasures Tree seemed to have dimmed slightly.

Zhunti's original intention was to use Huanglong's status as "the first disciple of the three religions to break through to the Quasi-Saint level" to leave a thorn in his heart. Huanglong had surpassed the chief disciples of the Chan and Jie religions, so there should be some comparison between the two religions, right?

But Huanglong didn't respond at all.

Instead of responding, he attributed all his achievements to the Three Pure Ones.

These words, spoken by someone else, might be mere empty politeness.

But Huanglong's place left no room for doubt.

After all, Huanglong was indeed the most popular among the three religions, and the Three Pure Ones all favored him.

The smile on Zhunti's lips hadn't faded, but the smile in his eyes had already disappeared.

Suddenly, the Tongtian Sect Leader burst into laughter.

He turned to look at Yuanshi Tianzun, his eyes filled with smug satisfaction: "Second brother, did you hear that? Huanglong's achievements today are largely thanks to me, his uncle."

The corners of Yuanshi Tianzun's mouth twitched slightly.

"Not bad." He uttered the last two words.

Right now!

The gates of the Eight Views Palace slowly opened.

The illusory image of the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram slowly dissipated, and a simple and profound Daoist aura emanated from within the palace gate.

That Daoist aura had no oppressive force, no sharp edge, and not even any active will, yet it caused the four saints present to all restrain their expressions.

Huang Long felt his breathing slow down.

At this moment, he could vaguely sense why the Sage Taiqing was called the head of the Six Sages!

It was a realm of "the great way is formless," supremely high and far-reaching, simple and unadorned, which involuntarily aroused his heartfelt awe.

This was something he couldn't comprehend before breaking through to the Quasi-Saint level.

The Sage Taiqing, dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a whisk, walked with composure.

There was no dazzling light or extraordinary phenomena around him; he was just like an ordinary old Taoist priest walking out of his own Taoist temple.

Behind him followed a young man.

Xuandu.

He was tall and slender with a handsome face, and his simple blue Taoist robe swayed gently in the wind.

Xuan Du's expression remained as gentle and reserved as ever. When his gaze swept over everyone present, he nodded slightly when he saw Huang Long, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He was the second quasi-saint among the disciples of the three religions to successfully sever his corpse.

The four saints, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, Jieyin, and Zhunti, simultaneously composed themselves.

Guang Chengzi, Duobao, and all the other disciples stood up straight without prior arrangement.

Yuanshi Tianzun was the first to cup his hands in greeting, his voice as steady as a mountain: "Elder brother."

The Tongtian Sect Leader followed closely behind, his green robe fluttering as he cupped his hands and said, "Elder Brother."

Jieyin and Zhunti bowed simultaneously. Zhunti's smile became more solemn: "Greetings, Senior Brother Taiqing."

Huang Long and his disciples stood respectfully with their hands at their sides.

In this situation, they had no right to speak.

Laozi's gaze swept over the four sages one by one, and he returned their greetings slightly.

Then, his gaze shifted to the disciples and landed on Huang Long.

Huanglong felt as if he had been looked at by a mountain.

The mountain will not judge you, but its vastness and grandeur are enough to inspire awe.

The Supreme Sage nodded slightly.

Huang Long respectfully bowed.

"Xuan Du," the Sage Taiqing spoke, his voice calm, "you will entertain your fellow disciples."

Xuandu stepped out from behind the Sage of Taiqing, bowed to Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, and Jieyin Zhunti, and said, "Teacher, rest assured, leave the rest of you fellow disciples to me."

Laozi didn't say anything more, turned around and walked into the Eight Views Palace.

"Come in."

Three words, spoken calmly and casually, came from inside the palace gates.

Yuanshi Tianzun adjusted his sleeves. Tongtian Jiaozhu's smile faded. The golden lotus beneath Jieyin Daoren's feet shrank, transforming into a beam of golden light that disappeared into his brow. Zhunti Daoren held the Seven Treasures Tree horizontally in his arm.

The four sages entered the Eight Views Palace with solemn expressions.

The palace gates slowly closed.

The illusory image of the Tai Chi diagram re-condensed, enveloping the entire Eight Views Palace.

Only when the door was completely closed did all the disciples breathe a long sigh of relief.

With many sages present, they dared not be careless in their every move and every breath, for fear of embarrassing their teachers.

That invisible sense of oppression finally receded like the tide after the saints left.

Huanglong, however, did not feel this way. He saw himself as a sage emerging from the earth, and the sun in the sky was more than just one.

Now, the saints are inside the Eight Views Palace, their auras concealed. Among these disciples, he is like the great sun hanging high in the sky.

Only then did he take a closer look at his fellow disciples from the Chan Sect whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

Like Duobao, Guangchengzi lived in the later period of the Great Luo Dynasty.

Chi Jingzi, Yu Ding, Taiyi, Daoxing, Lingbao Grand Master, and Cihang have all broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm!

The auras of Qingxu, Julusun, Manjushri, and Puxian were all hovering around the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, and they still had a long way to go before reaching the Daluo realm.

As for the Antarctic Immortal, his cultivation level remained at the late stage of the Great Luo realm.

Huang Long's gaze swept over the members of the Chan Sect, and he had already made up his mind.

As for Western religions.

The pharmacist's body was surrounded by a continuous flow of crystal-clear light. His aura as a Great Luo Golden Immortal was pure and compassionate, and judging from his aura, he had only recently broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Mahasthamaprapta and Maitreya are still in the Taiyi realm, but Ksitigarbha's changes are the most astonishing. Ksitigarbha, who was only a Golden Immortal back then, has now reached the mid-Taiyi realm, which is obviously due to the great cultivation of the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti.

The strength of the disciples from all four factions is immediately apparent.

The Western Sect has the weakest foundation, and currently only these four disciples are worth mentioning; the only Grand Immortal is the Medicine Master.

After all, the western region was so thoroughly destroyed by Rahu that the creatures that were born there had little natural talent!

Huang Long took in all of this, and as his thoughts raced, a figure strode up to him.

Taiyi.

His round face was beaming with excitement, and his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"Senior Brother Huanglong!" Taiyi's voice was filled with excitement, "I've only just broken through to the Great Luo realm, and you've already attained Quasi-Saint status!"