Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huang Long withdrew his gaze from the Fire Cloud Cave.

He turned around and saw Xuan Du still standing in the same spot.

His body remained motionless, yet a complex emotion still surged within his usually gentle eyes.

Huang Long stepped forward, raised his right hand, and casually placed it on Xuan Du's shoulder.

The force wasn't great, but it made Xuandu turn slightly to the side.

"Don't think about it." Huang Long's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. "If Fuxi hadn't entered the Fire Cloud Cave, the entire human race would only have one Human Emperor. As long as the human race's fortune is tied to Fuxi, it will never give birth to a second Human Emperor."

Xuan Du's eyelids trembled slightly. He slowly turned his head to look at Huang Long.

"That's why..." Xuan Du's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"This is why Fire Cloud Cave is separated from the Primordial World," Huanglong continued. "Fuxi is already a Quasi-Sage, and his very existence gathers the fortune of the human race. Without sufficient fortune, a new Human Emperor cannot be born."

"Fuxi's entry into the Fire Cloud Cave was ostensibly an imprisonment, but in reality, it was a severing of Fuxi's destiny from that of the human race. Fuxi remained the Emperor of the human race, suppressing the destiny; but since the human race's destiny was no longer monopolized by Fuxi alone, it could nurture the next human emperor."

He paused, his gaze settling on Xuandu's face: "Everything that Grand Master Uncle and Goddess Nuwa did was so that the human race could give birth to a second and third Human Emperor. Fuxi understood this, which is why he left so decisively. You should know this too."

Xuan Du remained silent for a few moments. He turned his gaze back to the direction where the Fire Cloud Cave had disappeared, and then slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, most of the turbulent emotions in his gentle eyes had subsided, replaced by a sense of enlightenment.

"Thank you for your explanation, Senior Brother." Xuan Du's voice returned to its usual gentle tone.

Huang Long withdrew his hand from Xuan Du's shoulder and turned to head towards Shouyang Mountain.

"Let's go."

Zi Ling quickly followed, and Qing Niu lazily followed behind.

Xuandu took one last look in the direction of the ancestral land of the human race. Lieshan was gathering the remaining human elders for a meeting. From this day forward, this new leader of the human race would have to single-handedly support the entire human race.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze and turned to follow Huanglong's figure.

Shouyang Mountain. On Qingyu Square outside Bajing Palace, everything remains the same.

The illusory image of the Tai Chi symbol continued to rotate slowly, and the cranes in the mountains continued to stroll leisurely.

Huang Long stopped in front of the stone table, turned around, and a smile appeared on his lips.

The smile that fell on Xuan Du's eyes was terrifying, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

"Junior brother," Huang Long's voice was light and cheerful!

"Come on, let's fight another three hundred rounds."

Xuan Du's complexion, which had just returned to normal, changed again in an instant.

His eye twitched slightly.

"Senior Brother Huanglong." Xuandu quickly cupped his hands, speaking twice as fast as usual, "Our teacher has given us instructions, so we cannot delay any longer."

"Oh?" Huang Long raised an eyebrow, his smile still on his face, clearly disbelieving. "What's wrong, Senior Uncle? How come I didn't know?"

Xuan Du took a deep breath.

He knew that Huanglong would never let him go without a real reason.

He flipped his hand, and a purple-gold gourd appeared in his palm.

The gourd was no bigger than the palm of my hand, and its entire body was purple-gold in color, with mysterious patterns flowing on its surface.

The moment it appeared, Huanglong's smile froze on his lips.

He recognized the gourd.

Back then, he used this purple-gold gourd to spend tens of thousands of years gathering the shattered true spirit of the Red Cloud Ancestor.

Its presence in Xuandu's hands at this moment signifies only one thing.

Huanglong shifted his gaze from the gourd to Xuandu's face and asked, "Send it to the underworld?"

Xuan Du nodded.

Huang Long was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Alright!"

These two words were spoken with extreme helplessness, but without any intention of shirking responsibility.

Sending Hongyun's true spirit into reincarnation is indeed a much more significant matter than playing chess with him.

If important matters are delayed, the punishment from the Supreme Saint is secondary; if the Tongtian Sect Leader finds out, he might just come to Shouyang Mountain with his sword drawn.

Just then, a puzzled voice came from the side.

"Junior Brother Huanglong, Junior Brother Xuandu."

Duobao stood beside the two, his round figure casting a long shadow in the setting sun.

He had followed Huanglong and Xuandu from beginning to end and witnessed the entire process of Fuxi entering the Fire Cloud Cave, but he had remained silent until now.

At this moment, his gaze was fixed on the purple-gold gourd in Xuandu's hand, and his brows were furrowed.

"What is inside this purple-gold gourd?"

He asked directly, but the confusion in his tone was unmistakable.

Fuxi has already entered the Fire Cloud Grotto Heaven, and the second Human Emperor has not yet been born. Xuandu takes out this gourd at this moment, is he going to the Underworld again?

Xuandu did not answer Duobao's question, but instead looked at Huanglong.

Huanglong turned his head and looked at Duobao.

Huang Long's lips slowly curved into a smile.

He paused deliberately, admiring the increasingly anxious expression on Duobao's square face, before slowly speaking.

"Inside here...!"

He drew out the sound.

"That is your disciple, the Human Emperor, senior brother."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a bolt of divine lightning from the heavens, striking Duobao.

Duobao's expression changed in an instant.

He was stunned at first, then a smile that was almost childlike bloomed on his square face.

Surprise.

A pure and incredibly unexpected surprise.

"Who...who is it?" Duobao's voice was somewhat off-key.

"Ancestor Hongyun!" Huanglong replied from the side.

Duobao certainly knew about Hongyun Ancestor, one of the three thousand mortals who listened to the Dao in Zixiao Palace back then. He was an existence on par with Zhenyuanzi, Styx and other innate saints. He possessed the Primordial Purple Qi and was besieged and killed by Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng!

Xuan Du held the purple-gold gourd and nodded slightly: "It is indeed Senior Hongyun's true spirit, which has been nurtured in the purple-gold gourd for a long time and has recovered."

Duobao took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands together, and solemnly bowed to Xuandu: "Thank you, Junior Brother Xuandu."

Xuandu quickly stepped aside, saying, "Senior Brother Duobao, there's no need for that. This is Master's arrangement, and also Senior Hongyun's own opportunity."

Huanglong looked at Duobao's solemn expression and shook his head with a smile.

He said no more, raised his right hand, and made a light stroke in the air.

A black-gold light surged from his fingertips, slicing open a portal in the void before him, its edges wreathed in dark Dao patterns.

That was the boundary between the laws of the underworld and the laws of the primordial world of the living, where two completely different rules of heaven and earth intertwined yet remained isolated from each other on the door frame.

On the other side of the door, there was endless darkness and silence.

Several people could clearly sense the aura of the laws of the underworld inside the door!

Huanglong was the first to step into the Black Gate.

Xuan Du followed closely behind, holding the purple-gold gourd.

Duobao straightened his robes, took a deep breath, and strode after him. Ziling bit her lower lip and followed him inside.

The blue ox lay in the square, watching the group disappear, then snorted and got up to head towards the medicinal herb field.