Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Here you go!"

Zhao Gongming shouted loudly, and the treasure basin flipped over again.

With the basin facing downwards, the sword light that had been absorbed was expelled intact, only its direction changed, hurtling towards Yu Ding and the others.

"Oh no!" Yu Ding exclaimed in alarm and quickly dodged.

Rumble!!!

The sword light landed on the edge of the small world isolated by Huanglong, creating a ripple.

The way the disciples of the sages in the main hall looked at Zhao Gongming changed.

"Junior Brother Zhao Gongming, your treasure bowl... it's too much of a cheat!" complained Master Taiyi. "Not only can it swallow, it can also spit it out?"

Zhao Gongming said smugly, "Cheating? That's called strength!"

"Senior Brother Huanglong, thank you for finding such a suitable spiritual treasure for your junior brother." Zhao Gongming bowed to Huanglong from afar to express his gratitude.

The members of the Chan Sect all turned to look at Huanglong, their eyes filled with resentment.

Huang Long shook his head helplessly: "Fellow disciples, please don't look at me. The Treasure Basin, a primordial spiritual treasure, is a perfect match for Junior Brother Gongming. He also has a spiritual treasure that I need, so I exchanged it with him."

The crowd then gave up, but their envy of Zhao Gongming remained undiminished.

Aside from innate spiritual treasures, how many people in the primordial world can find a spiritual treasure that resonates with them?

......

The hall was filled with the sounds of discussions, sermons, and cheers, creating a lively atmosphere.

Huanglong sat on the imperial throne, looking at the scene before him, and felt quite emotional.

Although the disciples of the three religions belong to the three religions, they are now sitting together, talking about heaven and earth, and exchanging ideas on the Dao. Where is there any trace of the past grudges?

The separation of the Three Pure Ones was merely a matter of conflicting principles, and had little to do with the disciples.

With Huang Long mediating, the bonds between the disciples were never truly broken.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall was gradually calming down, Huang Long's expression changed, and he turned his gaze to the outside of the hall.

More guests have arrived.

With a sweep of his primordial spirit, he sensed several auras approaching the Ziwei Imperial Palace.

Those auras were deep and restrained, carrying a special charm that was neither the Taoist charm of the three religions nor the chaotic aura of ordinary cultivators, but rather conveyed a sense of compassion for all living beings.

Western religion.

Huang Long stood up and said to everyone in the hall, "Another guest has arrived. I'll go and greet him."

Duobao raised an eyebrow: "Western religion?"

Huang Long nodded: "The Medicine Buddha, Mahasthamaprapta, Maitreya, and Ksitigarbha have all arrived."

Duobao pursed his lips but didn't say anything.

Zhao Gongming grinned: "They're too late!"

Huang Long did not reply, but turned and walked out of the hall.

At the end of the corridor, five figures gradually became clear in the starlight.

The person in the lead had a face like glass, a solemn and dignified appearance, wore a gray Taoist robe, and held a medicinal shovel-shaped spiritual weapon; he was none other than the Pharmacist.

Behind him followed Mahasthamaprapta, tall and imposing with a resolute face, his body shimmering with golden light; Maitreya, on the other hand, was all smiles, with a large belly, looking harmless; Ksitigarbha brought up the rear, his face serene and his gaze unwavering...!

The heavenly soldier leading the way stood aside, his expression a mixture of respect and excitement.

He had already heard about the fate of the previous heavenly soldiers and knew that the Ziwei Emperor was generous. He had finally managed to snag this job and was now hoping to receive a reward as well.

Just then, strange phenomena suddenly began to occur in the Heavenly Court.

Whether it was the four pharmacists or the other disciples of the saints in the main hall, all of them showed strange expressions.

A seven-colored ray of light shot up from the depths of the Heavenly Court, piercing the nine heavens and dyeing the entire Heavenly Court with a dreamlike color.

Amidst the rosy glow of the sunset, celestial music resounded, its melodious and graceful tones echoing between heaven and earth like heavenly sounds.

Immediately afterwards, countless golden rays emerged from the heavens and scattered across the earth.

On the vast and desolate land, figures transformed into rainbows of light and soared into the sky...!

Huang Long withdrew his gaze from the strange phenomena in the sky, glanced at the four people, and smiled slightly: "Four junior brothers, you have come at just the right time, just in time for the start of the Peach Banquet."

Upon hearing this, the pharmacist and the others twitched slightly at the corners of their mouths.

They were indeed late.

They had already arrived at the North Heavenly Gate, but instead of immediately entering the Heavenly Court, they took a stroll around the Demon Realm. Yueyao took this opportunity to ferry some living beings back to the West.

But that's not the point.

The key point is that as soon as they approached the Ziwei Imperial Palace, they smelled a rich fragrance.

It was the fragrance of spiritual tea, carrying a hint of enlightenment; the sweet aroma of spiritual fruit, exuding the unique Daoist charm of innate spiritual objects; and the mellow fragrance of immortal wine, so intoxicating that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal like the Pharmacist would be somewhat captivated by it.

They knew they had missed an opportunity.

Huanglong entertained the disciples of the sages, preparing enlightenment tea, innate spiritual fruits, and top-grade immortal wine!

These are precisely the good things that the West lacks.

The pharmacist secretly regretted that he should never have gone to the demon realm, as he had gained nothing.

However, he could not show it on his face. He could only put his hands together, bow to Huanglong, and say in a calm tone, "Senior Brother Huanglong, please forgive us. The journey to the West is long and we are late. Please forgive us."

Mahasthamaprapta, Maitreya, and Ksitigarbha also bowed to express their apologies.

Huang Long waved his hand and laughed, "It's not late, it's good that you're here. The Peach Banquet has just begun, you've arrived just in time."

As he spoke, he casually took out a Star Essence Essence and tossed it to the heavenly soldier who was leading the way.

The celestial soldier caught it with lightning speed, feeling the immense stellar essence contained within, and was immediately filled with excitement.

He bowed repeatedly, his voice trembling, "Thank you for the Emperor's gift! Thank you for the Emperor's gift!"

Huang Long waved his hand, signaling him to step back.

The celestial soldier, carrying the essence of the stars, ran away, his smile as bright as a flower.

The Peach Banquet is about to begin.

Xuandu, Nanji, Guangchengzi, Duobao... a large group of people poured out of the hall, looking at the four, including the Pharmacist.

Zhao Gongming was the first to speak, his voice booming so loud it echoed throughout the corridor: "Oh, aren't these my fellow disciples from the Western Sect? You've finally arrived!"

Taiyi followed behind, grinning as he chimed in, "That's right, we've been waiting for ages, we thought you weren't coming."

Zhao Gongming laughed heartily: "You've come, but isn't this too coincidental? The conference is about to start, did you arrive just in time?"

Taiyi chimed in, "Exactly! We've finished all the spiritual tea and spiritual fruit, and you're only just arriving. You've lost out this time, haven't you?"

The two of them spoke in unison, making the four pharmacists' faces turn pale and then red.

Maitreya remained smiling, seemingly oblivious to their mockery. He clasped his hands together and said, "Fellow disciples, please forgive us. The journey to the West is long and our cultivation is shallow, making it difficult for us to travel."

Zhao Gongming curled his lip: "A long journey? Do you think we don't know where the West is?"

Master Taiyi laughed so hard he almost fell over: "Brother Gongming, you don't know this, do you? The disciples of the Western Sect emphasize asceticism. They don't travel by flying; they walk step by step. That's what cultivation is all about."

"oh!!!"