Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

In the Lingxiao Palace, the meeting was drawing to a close.

Haotian returned to his throne, his gaze sweeping over the assembled officials before finally settling on Huanglong. After a moment's contemplation, he spoke:

"Huanglong, regarding the invitation of powerful figures from all corners of the primordial world to this Peach Banquet, after much deliberation, I still believe it is most appropriate for you to oversee it. You are a direct disciple of the Sage and have many connections with various factions; it is fitting that you take the lead..."

"Your Majesty," Huanglong interrupted Haotian before he could finish speaking, bowing respectfully, "Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty."

"However, if I were to take full responsibility, it would make it seem as if the Heavenly Court has no capable people."

A slight murmur rippled through the hall.

Haotian raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Huang Long remained calm and continued, "Disciple of a Sage, I am willing to take full responsibility. As for the other powerful beings of the primordial world...!"

He turned to look at Emperor Donghua, who was standing at the head of the left side, and smiled slightly: "This humble subject suggests that Emperor Donghua extend the invitation."

Haotian turned his gaze to Donghua Dijun, seemingly lost in thought.

Huanglong explained, "Having the Emperor intervene is both proper and demonstrates the Heavenly Court's sincerity."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Donghua was slightly taken aback, then gave a wry smile.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Huang Long's confident expression, he simply shook his head and remained silent.

Haotian pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Huanglong is right. Donghua, what do you think?"

Emperor Donghua took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and said, "Since Your Majesty trusts me, I will do my best. However...!"

He glanced at Huanglong, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

Huanglong noticed his gaze and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, if you need Huanglong's help, please just ask."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Donghua's lips moved slightly, but he swallowed back the words that were about to come out. He simply sighed softly, "However, this matter involves a wide range of things. Since all the great beings are scattered throughout the prehistoric world, I need time."

"Time is not a problem," Haotian waved his hand and said, "Since the Peach Banquet is to be held, it cannot be rushed. I have discussed with the Queen Mother and decided to hold the banquet a thousand years from now."

A thousand years later.

The officials in the hall nodded in agreement.

This timing is indeed reasonable. The primordial world is vast and boundless. Those quasi-saint powerhouses are often in seclusion to comprehend the Dao. The Heavenly Court has lost face by summoning them at will.

Moreover, Emperor Donghua intends to personally visit each of those invited.

This is not as simple as sending out invitations; it is about communicating face-to-face with each powerful figure in the name of the Heavenly Court, expressing the Heavenly Court's sincerity, and winning their support.

This will take time!

After seeing that Emperor Donghua had agreed.

"As for the rest...!" Haotian's gaze swept over Immortal Lord Yuanfu, Fairy Baihua, and the others. "Yuanfu and Baihua, you are in charge. The banquet arrangements and reception arrangements must be completed within a thousand years. The Peach Banquet is the first grand event since the reconstruction of the Heavenly Court, and there is no room for error."

Yuanfu Immortal Lord cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, this old minister will do his utmost."

"..."

The Flower Fairy bowed gracefully, saying, "The flowers obey your command."

Haotian nodded, then looked at Huanglong: "Over there, the disciples of the Sage...!"

Huang Long smiled slightly, his tone carrying a hint of confidence: "Your Majesty, rest assured, I still have some face to save."

"Since that's the case, then it's settled." Haotian finally made the decision. "Donghua will be responsible for inviting Zhenyuanzi, the Styx Ancestor, Houtu, and the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans; Huanglong will be responsible for inviting the disciples of the Sages; the other immortals will be responsible for the banquet preparations. A thousand years from now, the Peach Banquet will officially begin!"

"Yes, sir!"

All the immortals responded in unison.

After the meeting concluded, the immortals gradually dispersed.

Huanglong left Lingxiao Palace and transformed into a streak of light, heading towards the Sun Star.

That was his real purpose.

Behind him, Emperor Donghua stood on the steps outside the Lingxiao Palace, watching the departing streak of light, opened his mouth again, and then closed it again.

"Never mind, there's still a chance!" Emperor Donghua sighed, withdrew his gaze, and turned to walk towards the North Heavenly Gate.

He doesn't have time to waste.

His first target was Wanshou Mountain and Zhen Yuanzi.

He used to be quite close to this person, so he shouldn't be turned away if he goes to invite him now.

......

Huanglong's figure transformed into a streak of light, passing through the Nine Heavens Gale Layer, traversing the Void Chaos, and heading straight for that ancient, burning sun.

The Sun Star.

The source of the extreme of Yin and Yang energies in the primordial world.

The closer you are to the sun, the higher the temperature.

Ordinary Golden Immortals would find it extremely difficult to set foot on the Sun Star.

But Huanglong paid no attention to the terrifying true fire of the sun.

With his current level of cultivation, he is no longer afraid of the scorching heat of the sun's true fire.

More importantly, he is the Ziwei Emperor, who commands all the stars in the heavens and has a natural authority over the primordial power of the stars.

If Dijun and Taiyi were still alive, as innate deities born from the Sun Star, their control over the Sun Star's authority would far surpass his, and he might not be able to mobilize the Sun Star's origin.

But now... those two golden crows born from the sun star have long since perished in the Lich Calamity.

The Sun Star has lost the innate divine power it conceived, and its authority is now in vain. As the Great Emperor of Ziwei, he naturally benefits first.

Although one cannot completely control the Sun, mobilizing some of its power is more than enough to protect oneself from the Sun's true fire.

The true fire of the sun automatically parted three feet in front of him, as if welcoming a homecoming master with utmost gentleness.

We continued deeper into Huanglong.

The surface of the Sun is a boundless sea of ​​fire.

Golden flames surged and roared, each surge releasing terrifying heat capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas.

Flames collided with flames, producing a deafening roar, as if the world were being reborn.

He continued deeper, crossing the sea of ​​fire, and finally arrived at a place where the sun's essence was extremely concentrated.

A giant tree stood silently amidst the sea of ​​fire.