Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The East China Sea Eye, ancient and deep.

Since the Lich War, the entire Sea Eye has been under the suppression of the Ancestral Dragon.

Aside from continuously providing the primordial world with innate spiritual energy, there has been no other activity.

The First Dragon's eyes were half-closed, and his breathing was long and slow.

His breathing rate was basically the same as the rate at which the sea eye absorbed chaotic energy and transformed it into innate spiritual energy; the two were as one.

Not far from the head of the ancestral dragon, another figure sat cross-legged in the void.

Compared to the ancestral dragon's enormous and suffocating head, the yellow dragon's body was insignificant.

However, he exuded an aura that was no less powerful than that of the First Emperor.

Huanglong has always been in this sea eye, using the origin of the Xuanhuang Realm to evolve the Yin and Yang realms within the Chaos Yin-Yang Pearl.

He left a clone on Shouyang Mountain to comprehend the Dao of Yin and Yang.

After Huanglong's clone returned, he integrated the results of his thousands of years of comprehension into the Great Dao of the Two Realms within the Chaos Yin Yang Pearl!

At this moment, the Chaos Yin-Yang Pearl hovered between Huanglong's palms, slowly rotating.

The surface of the bead is no longer half black and half white; instead, the two colors are intertwined and interwoven, as if this is how it was originally designed, a perfect creation of nature.

Black contains white, and white contains black; yin and yang embrace each other, like two fish swimming head to tail.

With each rotation, absorbing a large amount of the Xuanhuang Realm's essence, the bead's aura becomes more stable, and the Yin and Yang realms within the bead expand by an inch.

Huanglong's primordial spirit penetrated deep into the pearl, surveying every wisp of Daoist essence between the two realms.

Above the mortal realm, the sky is high and the earth is heavy. A blazing sun, formed from the very source of the Great Japanese Empire, hangs high in the sky, casting down golden-white light.

The light shone on the undulating mountains and winding rivers, and on the spiritual roots and herbs that Huanglong had transplanted from all over the primordial world.

The medicinal herbs stretched their branches and leaves under the sunlight, absorbing the nascent spiritual energy of the mortal world, and grew vigorously.

In the underworld, a cold moon hangs high, its light as clear and cold as water, sprinkling on the gray earth. Just like in the mortal realm, immortal herbs and spiritual roots are everywhere.

There is an invisible barrier separating the two realms.

This barrier serves as both a divider and a conduit for passageways, exchanging the laws and principles of the two realms.

Yin and Yang energies cycle through the origins of the two realms.

Huanglong sensed everything in both worlds and felt a sense of satisfaction.

Because of his experience in opening up and evolving the Xuanhuang Realm, he was adept at the evolution of the Yin and Yang Realms, and achieved such results in a very short time.

Now that he has perfected the Great Dao of Yin and Yang, the laws of the Yin and Yang realms are basically complete, and the spiritual energy circulation within the two realms can be self-sufficient, no longer needing to draw power from the outside world.

However, that's far from enough; his goals extend far beyond that.

Huanglong's gaze fell upon the highest peak of the two realms. The fact that the two realms could not truly "expand" and could not expand to infinite heights also meant that the growth of the two realms had reached its limit!

But if it wants to grow into a vast world capable of supporting billions of living beings and encompassing countless great paths...!

It requires a supporting spiritual root, like the earth vein dragon pattern tree in the Xuanhuang Realm.

He knew this ever since the evolution of the Yin and Yang realms began.

In the primordial world, Mount Buzhou, a pillar of heaven, supported the sky!

In the Xuanhuang Realm, there is a tree with dragon-patterned veins.

Although his Yin and Yang realms have reached the perfection of their laws, they are missing the two "pillars" that support the heavens and the earth.

Or rather, two spiritual roots that support the sky.

The atmosphere in the sea eye was turbulent.

Huanglong raised his head and looked in the direction of Zulong.

The Ancestral Dragon slowly opened its enormous dragon eyes, illuminating the sea eye, and looked at the Yellow Dragon.

"Is it over?" Zu Long asked, his voice low.

Huanglong knew what Zulong was asking!

He shook his head, his tone somewhat helpless: "Just one last step."

A flicker of emotion flashed in the eyes of the First Dragon.

"What's missing?" Zu Long asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"I'm missing two more spiritual roots to support the heavens." Huanglong put the Chaos Yin-Yang Pearl into his body, stood up, and walked through the void to stand in front of the Ancestral Dragon.

"Spiritual root? With your status, you still lack a spiritual root?" Zu Long said with a hint of a smile.

Huang Long said helplessly, "I have spiritual roots, but the Yin and Yang realms need two spiritual roots, one Yang and one Yin, one hard and one soft, to take root in the Yin and Yang realms and support the heavens and earth. These two spiritual roots must be in harmony with the Great Dao of the Yin and Yang realms...!"

Zu Long remained silent for a moment, then suddenly a thought struck him.

A dragon claw emerged from the chaos of the sea eye and then slashed through the void.

A spatial passage silently tore open in front of him, and at the other end of the passage was the Dragon Clan's treasure vault.

Huanglong had visited that treasure trove once; it contained the accumulated wisdom of countless generations of the dragon race.

Spiritual roots, spiritual treasures, original spiritual materials... everything is available.

There was no trace of reluctance in Zulong's eyes, and his voice was firm: "The Dragon Clan still has some innate spiritual roots inside. If needed, they can all be taken."

Huang Long nodded without refusing. Given his status in the Dragon Clan, even if he took the Dragon Clan's treasure trove with him, the Ancestral Dragon would not have any objections.

He bowed to the ancestral dragon and said, "Thank you, Ancestor."

He then stepped into the passageway.

This is an area specifically used for cultivating spiritual roots and medicinal herbs. The rich spiritual energy and the fragrance of the herbs intertwine to form a magnificent rainbow.

Huanglong weaved through them, his gaze sweeping over the late-stage spiritual root that was rooted in the fire elemental vein.

Its entire body is crimson red, its branches are coiled like dragons, and its leaves have fine dragon scale patterns, exuding a strong Taoist charm!

This spiritual root is called Dragon Blood Vermilion Fruit. Consuming its fruit can temper the physical body and evolve the bloodline. Huanglong sensed the aura of the Ancestral Dragon at the place where it took root. Obviously, this acquired spiritual root was cultivated with the blood of the Ancestral Dragon!

Huanglong came to another spiritual root, which was pitch black, with twisted branches and leaves as black as ink, and exuded a strong cold aura. It was called Xuanming Dragon Vine, and its fruit could temper the soul of the dragon race!

Unfortunately, both of these spiritual roots were acquired spiritual roots cultivated by the dragon clan for their offspring, and they were of little use to him.

Huanglong examined each tree one by one, his expression remaining calm throughout.

Besides the acquired spiritual root, there were several innate spiritual roots, all of good quality, but none of them met his requirements.

They are all closely connected to the Dragon Clan's own cultivation path, carrying too much of the Dragon Clan's Daoist essence and karma, and are incompatible with the pure Yin-Yang Dao.

He shook his head and continued delving deeper.

Deep within the treasure vault, the spiritual energy grew increasingly dense. His gaze suddenly lit up as he saw a garden of spiritual herbs ahead, where tens of thousands of innate spiritual herbs grew quietly, their fragrance condensing into a visible, colorful mist in the air.

To Huanglong's delight, many of these innate spiritual herbs had long since disappeared from the outside world of the prehistoric world, and he had never seen most of them before.

"This is... Nine-Turn Creation Grass?" Huang Long squatted down, looking at the emerald green herb with its leaves arranged in a spiral, and was quite surprised.