Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

After an unknown amount of time, the Taoist chanting gradually subsided.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable spoke calmly, "That's enough for today. You may all return to your caves and contemplate this further."

The disciples then awoke from their state of enlightenment and bowed in unison, expressing their gratitude: "Thank you for your teachings, Master!"

Everyone stood up and then noticed that there was an extra person beside them, who was none other than Huang Long. They all looked at him with surprise.

Guang Chengzi, the Old Man of the South Pole, and Taiyi were quite familiar with Huanglong, and they all gathered around to talk to him.

"Junior Brother Huanglong? You've been missing for tens of thousands of years without a trace, and we've been worried sick about you!" The Antarctic Immortal spoke first, his tone filled with concern.

Huang Long looked at Antarctic with concern and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to trouble you with your concern, Senior Brother Antarctic. I was captured by our eldest master and forced into hard labor, so I was unable to inform the rest of the brothers."

Guang Chengzi, standing to the side, looked Huang Long up and down, and said with surprise, "Judging from your aura, Junior Brother, you have actually reached the Taiyi Realm. This is truly something to celebrate!"

When Huanglong first arrived at Kunlun, he was only at the Xuanxian realm, while Huanglong was already at the peak of the Jinxian realm. In just tens of thousands of years, his junior brother's realm has now caught up with those of his senior brothers from the Chan Sect.

He sighed and said, "It seems that your senior master favors you greatly, allowing you to cultivate outside even faster than you did in Kunlun. I am quite envious."

Huang Long knew that Guang Chengzi was teasing him: "Senior brother is able to stay by Master's side and listen to Master's teachings all the time, which is what makes junior brother so envious!"

Hearing Huanglong's words, Guangchengzi glanced at Yuanshi Tianzun on the cloud bed and immediately said solemnly, "Being able to listen to Master's teachings regularly is certainly better than traveling around!"

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Huang Long, knowing that business was of utmost importance, apologized to everyone, straightened his robes, and walked to the cloud bed, where he respectfully performed the grand ceremony of three kowtows and nine prostrations.

"Your unworthy disciple Huang Long greets Master. I am late in returning; please forgive me."

On the cloud bed, the gaze of the Primordial Celestial Venerable fell, calm and undisturbed, as if he had seen everything. He said indifferently, "It is good that you have returned safely. Get up!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Long rose, bowed his head, and began to recount his experiences over the past tens of thousands of years in detail, his voice low and deep: "This disciple was ordered by my Grand Master Uncle to go to the place where Senior Hongyun fell... Afterwards, I was invited by Senior Zhen Yuanzi to visit Wanshou Mountain, and then I went to the Witch Clan...!"

"Master, the Wu and Yao races are likely to go to war. Countless lives will perish in the flames of war between the two races!" Huang Long's voice was tinged with a hint of somberness as he finished speaking.

At this moment, the Primordial Celestial Venerable on the cloud bed nodded and looked at his disciples, saying, "This is driven by the great trend of heaven and earth, which no one can change. Only by following the way of heaven, understanding the great trend, and comprehending the meaning of the calamity can one attain one's true self!"

Listening to the words of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, Huang Long seemed to be deep in thought, while the rest of the disciples were completely confused.

After a moment, Huang Long remembered something, and said with a hint of anger and helplessness, "When I returned, I passed by the mountain gate and saw many disciples of the Jie Sect blocking the way and demanding spiritual items from the beings who came to participate in the Three Religions Assessment. Those who handed them over had their assessment difficulty reduced."

"Some beings with pure nature and clear roots, unaware of the meaning behind this, were humiliated by the disciples of the Jie Sect, which disturbed their Dao hearts, ultimately causing their Dao hearts to become unstable during the assessment...!"

Fearing that he would tarnish the sage reputation of his three teachers, the disciple took action to punish him slightly.

Although there were reasons for this incident, this disciple acted without authorization and suppressed a disciple of my master's sect. I beg Master to punish me.

Yuanshi Tianzun gazed silently at Huanglong, remaining silent for a moment before speaking. His voice remained calm, yet carried a subtle, almost imperceptible chill:

"You acted to uphold the name of the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun, what wrong have you done? Our three religions have opened their gates wide to spread the teachings to all beings. Those disciples who do not cultivate virtue deserve this lesson. Even if your uncle knows, he will not punish you!"

Having received the affirmation of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, Huanglong felt somewhat relieved.

He took out a jade box from the Xuanhuang Realm, opened the lid, and presented it with both hands: "Master, I have a good affinity with Zhenyuan Daxian of Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain. Daxian gave me a few ginseng fruits, which taste very good. I hope you will accept them."

The jade box was opened, revealing two fruits shaped like infants, crystal clear, containing abundant life essence. An enticing fragrance wafted from the fruit, instantly filling the entire palace with its aroma, making everyone who smelled it salivate.

Taiyi and the other disciples who joined the sect later all looked at Huanglong with envy. After being away for tens of thousands of years, not only had his cultivation not fallen behind, but he had also brought back a ginseng fruit, a fruit of spiritual roots, for his master.

From then on, there was an unwritten rule that when disciples of the Kunlun Yuqing Sect went on their travels, they would bring back gifts to show their respect to their master.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable glanced at the ginseng fruit and nodded slightly: "It is good that you have this intention. Now that you have returned, go and pay your respects to your Grand Master Uncle and Grand Master Uncle Tongtian. Do not be disrespectful. From now on, you should diligently cultivate and not be negligent."

"I will follow Master's teachings!"

Nanji said to Huanglong, "Junior brother, you go ahead and get busy. After you're done, we'll go to your dojo together for a get-together and catch up!"

Huang Long nodded, knowing that Antarctica was reminding him not to let his feelings for his fellow disciples fade.

"At that time, please enjoy my Enlightenment Tea with your fellow disciples."

Taiyi and the others responded in unison, and then left one after another.

Huang Long went straight to Taiqing Palace.

Outside Taiqing Palace, there was no grandeur whatsoever; it was all rather plain and uneventful. Only a blue ox lay dozing outside the palace gate, exhaling wisps of white breath from its nostrils.

Huang Long walked over and gently patted the green ox's head.

The ox, disturbed from its peaceful slumber, slowly opened its eyes, glanced at the yellow dragon, and saw that it was the guy who had pulled its tail. It then forcefully exhaled two streams of white vapor at the yellow dragon before closing its eyes again and continuing to doze off.

Seeing that the green ox was ignoring him, Huanglong was not annoyed. He just smiled and took out a jar of Crimson Blood Wine, opened the lid, and gently sent the aroma of the wine into the green ox's nose.

The green ox, having inhaled the aroma of the wine, instantly opened its eyes again, its gaze fixed intently on the wine jar in Huanglong's hand, drool dripping from its mouth.

"This Crimson Blood Wine, stored for tens of thousands of years, tastes so much better than when it was first brewed. I was originally going to give it to a certain cow, but now it seems I can only enjoy it myself!" Huang Long muttered to himself, inhaling deeply as he looked at the wine jar with a look of pure bliss.

"Boy, put down my wine right now, or I'll disregard our past friendship and leave two holes in you with these two horns." To Huang Long's astonishment, the Green Ox suddenly transformed into a bearded man, his voice deep and resonant.

"Can you transform into human form?"

"Nonsense! I, Old Ox, am at least a Golden Immortal, of course I can transform into human form!"

Huanglong was speechless for a moment, then he remembered that the old ox was already a Golden Immortal. How could a Golden Immortal not be able to transform into human form!

"Then why didn't I see you in human form back then?" Huang Long asked after thinking for a moment.