Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Xuan Du, let's fight three hundred rounds!"

Huanglong saw Ziling run up to Xuandu and give him the honey she had made herself, as well as some spiritual fruits.

Huanglong immediately abandoned Duobao and came to Xuandu's side.

Upon hearing Huang Long's voice, Xuan Du waved his hand and accepted all the gifts from Zi Ling. Looking at Huang Long, he smiled and said, "Senior Brother Huang Long, I will naturally keep you company."

"Ziling, go brew a pot of tea and serve your master properly for me."

Seeing the two sitting on either side of the chessboard, poised for a major battle, Zi Ling began to boil water and brew tea.

Xuandu took out two jars of chess pieces, the jade was warm and smooth, one black and one white.

Huanglong naturally took the black piece, while Xuandu held the white piece.

The two quasi-saints played chess outside the Eight Views Palace.

Duobao watched the game from the sidelines!

Zi Ling wasn't interested in Huang Long and Xuan Du playing chess. After serving each of them a cup of tea, she took out several red jade tangerines and headed towards the green ox lying on the ground.

The game was progressing very slowly.

Huang Long's playing style is completely different from his usual lazy style. It is sharp and direct, with every move hitting the vital points.

Xuan Du, on the other hand, had white pieces that resembled the Great Dao of Taiqing, neither striving nor fighting, yet subtly conforming to the principles of nature in every way.

The two players went back and forth, and the situation on the chessboard gradually became more complicated.

Time slips away silently.

The purple aura on Shouyang Mountain sometimes thickened and sometimes thinned, while the illusory image of the Tai Chi symbol overhead rotated continuously.

The cranes in the mountains had already changed their poses several times, while the green ox followed behind Zi Ling, strolling leisurely in the medicinal fields in the mountains.

Just as Huanglong picked up a black piece, preparing to place it...

Suddenly, a new aura appeared between heaven and earth.

The aura arrived without warning, yet it came naturally.

The decree appeared silently from the void, gleaming faintly with golden light in the sunlight.

It is entwined with the Taoist charm of the Supreme Sage and the Goddess Nuwa, a simple and unadorned charm, and a charm of boundless creation, the two intertwined as if naturally formed.

Huang Long's finger stopped in mid-air.

He looked at Xuan Du and said calmly, "Looking for you."

Xuandu put down the chess piece in his hand, stood up, and respectfully accepted the imperial edict with both hands.

The decree landed in the palm of the hand, emitting a very faint hum.

Xuan Du looked down at the words on the decree, his expression calm and solemn.

Huang Long looked at the imperial edict and a smile appeared on his lips.

He had already guessed what it meant.

He gently placed the black piece back into the chess set, making a crisp clinking sound.

"This time, the merit has truly been fulfilled."

Fuxi has been proving the Dao for ten thousand years, and today he retires after achieving his goal.

Xuandu's role as the teacher of the Human Emperor has thus come to an end.

And that imperial edict was like the tolling of the bell signaling the end of the event.

Huanglong turned his head and looked at Duobao, who was watching the game from the side.

Duobao leaned forward slightly, his round body swaying, his gaze fixed on the decree in Xuandu's hand. His expression was complex, a mixture of tension, confusion, and above all, anticipation.

Huang Long took in all of his micro-expressions.

"Next, it's Senior Brother Duobao's turn to shine." Huang Long's tone was relaxed, with a hint of mischievousness in his voice.

Upon hearing this, Duobao forced a bitter smile.

"Junior Brother Huanglong, you must help your elder brother more."

Huang Long did not answer.

His gaze fell on the decree in Xuandu's hand, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the edge of the chess jar. Suddenly, he flipped his wrist and casually scattered the chess pieces on the board.

Black and white pieces clattered together, and the previously close game instantly vanished.

"Let's go!" Huang Long stood up and patted his hands to remove non-existent dust.

Xuan Du looked at the disrupted chess game, his brows furrowed slightly, his voice gentle yet tinged with helplessness: "Senior brother, here you go again."

"Looks like you're going to lose, so I'll let you win." Huang Long raised an eyebrow, his tone self-righteous.

"Your large group of stones is down to its last breath," Xuan Du said, pointing to the chessboard. "I can capture it in my next move."

"Then you have to make that move first." Huang Long remained expressionless, as if he wasn't the one who disrupted the game. "The game isn't over yet, so the outcome is uncertain. This is the way of chess, and also the way of heaven."

Xuan Du opened his mouth, but was rendered speechless by Huang Long's sophistry.

Even though they are all powerful beings at the Quasi-Saint level, they are still so shameless. He has known Huanglong for so long, and Huanglong's sportsmanship has never been good.

Seeing Xuandu's unconvinced expression, Huanglong turned to Ziling, who had returned from the herb field, and raised his chin smugly, saying, "Isn't that right, Ziling?"

Zi Ling nodded solemnly, her purple eyes filled with earnestness: "Second Master, Master is right!"

Xuan Du shook his head, flicked his sleeve, and retrieved all the black and white chess pieces.

He picked up the imperial edict, his face regaining the solemnity befitting a quasi-saint.

The Daoist principles of the two sages flowed faster and faster at his fingertips, and the golden light gradually became brighter.

The next moment, the Daoist aura of the two sages on the decree erupted, and a vast purple aura burst forth from the summit of Shouyang Mountain, soaring into the clouds and then spreading in all directions.

Shouyang Mountain, spanning hundreds of millions of miles, is enveloped in a vibrant purple aura.

Auspicious purple clouds rise from the east, signifying the arrival of a sage.

The illusory image of the Tai Chi diagram above the Eight Views Palace suddenly expanded several times, enveloping half of the sky in the rotation of the Yin-Yang fish.

The laws of the Great Dao roared in the void, and purple energy surged like a tide, dyeing everything in its path with an auspicious color.

In the human tribes, countless people looked up at the sky.

Auspicious purple clouds appear in the east, signifying the arrival of a sage.

"Senior Brother Huanglong, Senior Brother Duobao," Xuandu's voice was steady and solemn, "Please follow me."

He took a step forward, and purple mist rose beneath his feet.

Huanglong and Duobao followed side by side, with Ziling close behind. The green ox also lazily stood up and followed at the end of the group.

The ancestral home of humankind.

The temple was majestic, with incense smoke swirling around it.

This temple, which enshrines the totem marks of the goddess Nuwa and the sage Taiqing, is the most sacred place for the entire human race.

The square in front of the temple was already packed with people.

The leader was none other than Fuxi.

The long reign of Emperor Wanzai left an indescribable weight on him.

He wore a black imperial robe and a twelve-tassel crown, and his face remained as heroic as ever.

The aura of the near-saint remained unchanged, seemingly without any progress in the past ten thousand years.

The Emperor of the Human Race, Fuxi.

Behind him stood a dozen or so human elders.

Each one of them possessed a cultivation level of at least Taiyi Golden Immortal, with the strongest among them already exuding the aura of the peak Taiyi realm.

For a human to cultivate to this level is extremely difficult.

One of them, in particular, stood at the very front of the elders' line, his posture upright and his face resolute, his aura clearly indicating that he had reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

This is the second being among the human race, besides Fuxi, to surpass the Great Luo Golden Immortal. However, the aura of this Great Luo Golden Immortal is indeed somewhat weak.

Over these ten thousand years, Fuxi clearly expended considerable resources and devoted himself to nurturing this pillar of humanity.