Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

A voice echoed across the river of time.

"If we don't act now, when will we?"

No one responded.

But as the river of time surges and waves crash against the shores of Lieshan's true spirit.

No one knows which wave originated from which quasi-saintly being.

At this critical moment when Lieshan is making a breakthrough, a single wave could sever the Lieshan Avenue!

Amidst the expectant gazes of everyone.

Just as those waves were about to crash against the golden light of merit emanating from the Shennong Materia Medica!

Just then.

A wave suddenly surged up beside the True Spirit of Lieshan!

A figure appeared, surrounded by magical treasures, and holding a cyan sword in his hand.

He didn't exude any imposing aura; he simply stood there quietly, his gaze calmly sweeping across the river of time.

That gaze wasn't sharp, yet it sent chills down the spines of everything that existed in the river of time.

What terrified them was not the figure itself, but the blue sword he held in his hand.

Before the sword was even drawn, the waves that resembled crashing mountains dispersed on their own.

Duobao looked at the figure above the waves and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Esteemed seniors."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"If you want to make a move, just do it. Why hide it?"

A moment of silence followed in the long river of time.

If anyone were to make a move at this moment, they would inevitably be met with that terrifying sword strike.

Even though they are quasi-saints, they are nothing more than a wisp of true spirit on this river of time, and they cannot escape the danger of perishing.

Duobao sneered.

If anyone dares to make a move now that he's here, they can only be praised for their courage.

Quasi-saints all cherish their lives, fear being tainted by karma, and are afraid of perishing.

The higher one's level of cultivation, the less one dares to take risks easily.

This is why, in all these years of the primordial world, apart from the struggle for the Great Dao, there have been very few true battles between Quasi-Saints.

The situation remained deadlocked, with only the river of time flowing on and on, and only figures converging on Lieshan.

When no more figures flew by in the long river of time, Lieshan's three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit fully bloomed, each flower possessing ten qualities.

Lieshan has officially broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Those beings saw that Lieshan had broken through, and their figures merged into the river of time, disappearing completely.

Lieshan nodded to Duobao, and his true spirit, carrying the "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica," withdrew from the river of time.

Duobao sheathed the cyan longsword and followed Lieshan out of the river of time.

Outside the temple, Lieshan opened his eyes.

Those eyes were as deep as the starry sky, yet they also carried a hint of confusion.

who am I?

Red clouds?

Or is it Lieshan?

Or Shennong?

This question lingered in Lieshan's mind.

He looked down at the "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica" in his hand.

This scripture, which has been transformed into a top-grade spiritual treasure, has a cover as smooth as jade, and its pages exude a faint medicinal fragrance.

That was the essence of countless herbs he had absorbed, the medicinal properties he had recorded, and the path he followed.

"I am Lieshan!"

"I am Shennong!"

Lieshan's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"I am Hongyun, but I am not Hongyun."

That trace of confusion dissipated.

Duobao, who had just returned, and the Lord who had been protecting Lieshan exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lieshan." The leader was about to speak when Lieshan interrupted him.

Lieshan stroked the cover of the "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica" and said with a smile, "My Lord, I think the title Shennong suits me better."

The sovereign paused for a moment, then nodded.

Shennong.

The sovereign looked at Shennong and said in a deep voice, "Shennong, now that you have broken through to the Great Luo realm, the position of the sovereign of the human race should rightfully be yours."

This is not about being modest.

This is a fact.

The Human Race's Supreme Ruler embodies the destiny of the entire human race.

Shennong has attained the Great Luo realm, unifying the past and future, and his cultivation has surpassed that of the supreme ruler. The next step is to ascend to the throne as the Human Emperor.

Therefore, whether for the sake of Shennong or the human race, the position of the supreme ruler should be taken over by Shennong.

Shennong nodded.

He did not refuse.

This is his mission.

From the moment he was reincarnated as a human, everything he learned was for the purpose of shouldering the heavy responsibility of the human race and becoming the second human emperor after Fuxi.

Shennong turned to look at Duobao.

He straightened his clothes, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.

"This disciple thanks the teacher for protecting the path."

This bow was very solemn.

Throughout the long river of time, Shennong could clearly sense those malicious gazes.

If it weren't for Duobao, his true spirit would surely have been reduced to ashes by those beings.

Duobao reached out and helped Shennong up.

"You are my disciple."

His voice was calm.

"It is only natural for a teacher to protect his or her students."

Shennong looked at Duobao.

The bond between master and disciple spanning countless years cannot be explained in just a few words.

He knew Duobao's temperament; this teacher never liked to talk much, but he was never ambiguous in his actions.

......

Shouyang Mountain.

Under the ancient pine tree in front of the Eight Views Palace.

Huanglong and Xuandu sat facing each other.

On the chessboard, black and white pieces are intertwined, and the battle is fierce.

Huanglong, playing black, displayed a domineering and aggressive style; Xuandu, playing white, employed a subtle yet insidious approach.

I've lost count of how many rounds this has been.

Huang Long suddenly threw the chess piece in his hand onto the chessboard.

The piece landed in the center of the board, disrupting all the equally matched black and white pieces.

"alright."

Huanglong stretched.

"The play is over."

He stood up and stretched his limbs.

"Notify me when Shennong attains enlightenment and becomes the Human Emperor."

Xuan Du habitually put the chess pieces back into the chess box one by one.

He moved slowly, wiping each chess piece clean before putting it back in the box.

"Where are you going, senior brother?"

"Going to work."

Huanglong's answer stunned Xuandu.

work?

Xuandu looked at Huanglong with a puzzled expression.

Huang Long didn't explain, but instead took out a red gourd.

The gourd was no bigger than the palm of my hand, and its entire body was crimson red. It exuded a pure yang and righteous Taoist charm, yet there was also a faint trace of malevolent energy intertwined within it.

Huang Long tossed it casually.

The gourd traced an arc and landed in front of Xuandu.

Xuan Du's gaze froze instantly.

He naturally recognized what the gourd was.

"Senior brother, what's this?"

Huanglong looked at Xuandu and said calmly, "The innate spiritual treasure you used to sever your corpse was that gourd that contained the true spirit of Fuxi."

Xuan Du nodded.

It's not surprising that Huang Long knew this.

The Demon-Summoning Banner was indeed given to him by the goddess Nuwa.

Xuan Du possessed many spiritual treasures, but he still chose the gourd to contain his three corpses.

"Then you should know," Huang Long's voice remained calm, "the spiritual treasures used for severing corpses are best if they are of the same origin."

Xuan Du nodded again.

Severing the three corpses is an essential step in the cultivation of a quasi-saint. Each of the three corpses—the good corpse, the evil corpse, and the possessing corpse—requires a spiritual treasure as its vessel.

The more similar the origins of the three spiritual treasures, the easier it will be for the three corpses to return to one in the future.

Huang Long pointed to the red gourd.

"This Soul-Scattering Gourd and the Demon-Summoning Banner are both formed from the innate gourd vine on Mount Buzhou."

Xuan Du nodded; he naturally knew!

A naturally occurring gourd vine!

That was a primordial spiritual root that was born at the beginning of time. Seven gourds grew on the vine, each of which was a primordial spiritual treasure.

The Soul-Scattering Gourd of the Old Ancestor Hongyun is one of them, and the Demon-Summoning Banner is another.

homology.

True common origin.

Xuandu looked at the red gourd.

The Soul-Scattering Gourd is a fearsome and deadly treasure from the primordial world, known for its ability to harm the soul and spirit of humans!

Xuandu was unaware that it was in Huanglong's hands.

"I don't need this."

Huang Long spoke casually, as if he were talking about a worthless trinket.

"It's yours."

Xuan Du remained silent for a long time.

The Demon-Summoning Banner, the Soul-Scattering Gourd, and the Purple-Gold Gourd in his hand.

The three innate top-grade spiritual treasures of the same origin have now been gathered.

All of it came from that innate gourd vine.

This is no ordinary gift; it is the grace of enlightenment.

Xuan Du stood up.

He straightened his clothes and bowed deeply to the Yellow Dragon.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Huang Long waved his hand.

"Get lost, stop being so sentimental."

"Let's go!"