Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huang Long suppressed his shock and said in a reassuring tone, "I know it's urgent, but don't panic."

He released his grip, took a few steps back, looked up at the enormous trunk of the Fusang tree, and said calmly, "Your true form is connected to the Sun Star, rooted in the core of the Sun Star."

"I cannot bear the consequences of your departure from the Sun Star."

The hibiscus tree's branches swayed again, and that thought returned, this time tinged with doubt: "You... lied... to... me..."

Huang Long sighed helplessly.

Although the hibiscus tree's intelligence is incomplete, it is a top-grade innate spiritual root, possessing a most primal intuition!

It can sense who treats it well and who doesn't.

Although it agreed to go with him, it still harbored a sliver of distrust in its heart.

Now it thinks it has been tricked, that Huanglong is just coaxing it and has no way of taking it away.

"I'm not lying to you." Huang Long's voice was calm and firm. "I have a way to take you away, and it won't affect the prehistoric world."

The hibiscus tree paused its swaying slightly, and the thought, tinged with doubt, asked: "Then...how...do...go...?"

Huanglong stretched out his hand and pointed to the branches of the Fusang tree: "Your main body is too large, and your connection with the Sun Star and the primordial world for thousands of years is too deep. I cannot take you away entirely."

"But you can take a branch with you, carrying your true spirit and a part of your origin, and transplant it into my Yin-Yang realm. There, you can take root again, grow anew, and eventually become a spiritual root that supports the sky."

The hibiscus tree fell silent.

Its branches and leaves no longer swayed, but hung down quietly, as if pondering Huanglong's words.

Huanglong continued, "Your true form will remain here, continuing to coexist with the Sun Star. Although it is now just a primordial spiritual root without any spirituality after losing its true spirit, its existence will neither involve cause and effect nor harm the Sun Star."

He paused, his voice becoming even gentler: "And your true spirit, your consciousness, your Dao will continue in my Yin-Yang Realm."

"There, you are not a vassal of the Sun Star, but the sole being of this realm. In the future, I will help you take human form, allowing you to become a true being."

The hibiscus tree remained silent for a long time.

That vague idea appeared and disappeared in Huanglong's mind, as if he was weighing things and hesitating.

Finally, that thought returned, this time tinged with a hint of apology:

"Yes...I...was...wrong...to...blame...you...!"

Huang Long shook his head: "It's my fault for not making things clear beforehand, it's not your fault."

He raised his head, looking at the majestic hibiscus tree, his gaze solemn: "Since you agree, let's begin."

Huanglong leaped up and arrived at a section of the main branch of the Fusang tree.

The main branch, about three zhang long, was the most imbued with Daoist energy. It was entirely reddish-gold in color, and its trunk was covered with fine lines, which were manifestations of the Dao of the Fusang Tree itself.

Several small branches branched off from the end of the trunk, and a few golden-red leaves grew on the branches, each leaf exuding a rich solar energy.

"Let's go with this section."

Huanglong said to the Fusang tree, "Transfer your true spirit and a portion of your essence to this branch."

The branches and leaves of the hibiscus tree swayed gently, as if nodding.

The next moment, the entire hibiscus tree began to glow.

It was not the violent, scorching light of the sun's true fire, but a warm, gentle light, imbued with the breath of life.

The light emanated from the center of the tree trunk, flowing along the major veins and converging on the branch chosen by Huanglong.

The consciousness of the Fusang tree is shifting along with its origin.

Huanglong's divine sense clearly perceived this process.

A portion of the life essence and the laws of the Tao of the Fusang tree are also converging towards that branch.

That section of the branch began to glow.

At first, it was just a faint halo, but as more and more primal energy flowed in, the light grew brighter and brighter, changing from a pale gold to a dazzling crimson gold, and finally almost turning into a solidified mass of light.

The veins on the branches became clearer, as if they had been etched deeper by some force. The golden-red leaves also became more vibrant, with a faint light flowing through their veins; each leaf was a precious treasure nurtured by heaven and earth.

Huanglong waited patiently.

As the life force of the Fusang tree gathered, he offered up the Pure White Lotus and the Golden Lotus of Merit to conceal the secrets of heaven in the area where the Fusang tree was located.

When the essence and vitality within that branch gathered to a certain degree, and when the true spirit of the Fusang tree was completely transferred into the branch, the Yellow Dragon moved.

He raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together like a sword, and a sharp sword aura condensed at the fingertips.

That sword energy was not ordinary sword intent, but rather the result of his comprehension of the sword intent left behind by Tongtian after he had twice unleashed it.

It is sharp yet gentle, fierce yet harmonious; it can sever tangible things as well as intangible causes and effects.

"cut!"

Huang Long gave a soft shout and flicked his finger.

The sword energy, like a rainbow, slashed down.

"Snap!"

A crisp snapping sound echoed in the void.

The branch had broken off from the hibiscus tree, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror, without a single drop of sap seeping out.

With a wave of his hand, Huanglong stored the branch into the Chaos Yin-Yang Pearl.

The moment the branch entered the Yin-Yang Pearl, Huanglong sensed its change. It landed steadily on the mountain peak chosen by Huanglong, in the midst of the Nine Heavens' Breath.

With boundless vitality and limitless creation, under the ferocious control of the Fusang Tree, that branch quickly took root and began to absorb the origin and the Great Dao of the Yang Realm.

Huanglong didn't have time to carefully observe its process of taking root in the mortal realm because the Fusang tree itself had encountered a problem.

The hibiscus tree trembled violently the moment that branch was cut off.

The feather patterns on the bark suddenly dimmed, and the golden-red light on the branches and leaves quickly faded, turning into a dull grayish-brown.

The tree's vitality was visibly fading away, and its once abundant life force, which resonated with the sun, was rapidly withering.

Huang Long's heart tightened.

It wasn't because of the change in the Fusang tree, but because he suddenly realized that at the moment he cut off the Fusang tree branch, even though the Pure White Lotus and the Golden Lotus of Merit concealed the secrets of heaven, he still sensed several gazes falling upon him.

Fortunately, those gazes were merely observing and did not intervene.

Huanglong didn't have time to pay attention!

His attention was entirely focused on the Fusang Tree itself. He knew from the beginning that the Fusang Tree would be damaged if it lost part of its original vitality and true spirit, but he did not expect it to be this serious.

The departure of the true spirit and a part of the origin dealt a much greater blow to the Fusang Tree than it had anticipated.

Although its physical form remains here, and its roots are still embedded in the origin of the sun, it has lost its spirituality and vitality, and is rapidly withering away.

If not remedied in time, this innate top-grade spiritual root may drop in grade or even disappear completely.