Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Yaochi shook her head slightly and said, "Since he won't say, there's no need to ask. As long as he gets things done, that's fine with him!"

Haotian nodded and said nothing more.

Huanglong returned to the peach tree and his primordial spirit once again explored the source of his spiritual essence.

The faint light immediately came closer, carrying a hint of urgency: "How is it? Did they agree?"

Huang Long's expression was somewhat serious: "I agree. But I have a few conditions."

The spirit asked excitedly, "What are the conditions?"

"First, you need to retain 90% of the original resources."

Zhenling hesitated for a moment: "Alright. Leaving behind a portion of my original essence is enough."

"Secondly, you need to disperse your original source and cultivate 3,600 clones!"

The light of the true spirit flickered violently, as if it were calculating something. After a long while, it timidly asked, "Three...three thousand six hundred plants?"

Huang Long nodded and said, "Not bad."

The spirit of the peach fell silent again. After a long while, it finally said, "Alright! As long as I can leave, I'll do as you say."

Huang Long nodded, and with a casual wave of his hand, he collected the five acquired spiritual roots he had previously cultivated, along with the soil in which they were rooted, and put them into the Chaos Yin-Yang Pearl.

Although those five peach trees are not as good as those with innate spiritual roots, they are still acquired spiritual roots, and they will always be useful.

Then, he reconnected with the spirit of the peach: "Let's begin!"

The light of the true spirit flickered, conveying an urgent thought: "Hurry! Hurry!"

The next moment, the entire Renshui peach tree trembled violently.

The tremor traveled from the trunk to the branches and leaves, from the branches and leaves to the roots, and from the roots to the entire sacred land.

The roots of the peach tree began to extend outwards.

Before long, the roots of the peach blossoms had penetrated the sacred soil of the Ren River, which stretched for tens of thousands of miles.

With a thought, Huang Long unleashed the full power of the Sweet Rain Technique.

In the sky, auspicious clouds gathered, and a torrential downpour of sweet rain followed.

The rain, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, continuously irrigated the earth and nourished the roots of the peach trees, bringing vitality and the power of creation to the land.

Huanglong's primordial spirit guides the true spirit, sending the primordial power outward along the roots.

A bud emerged from the end of a rhizome.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth... hundreds and thousands of buds sprouted from the end of the rhizome almost simultaneously, their tender green color blooming on the blue-green spiritual soil.

Huanglong's sweet rain technique continuously irrigated those buds.

The buds grew at a visible speed. One day, two days, three days... In just a few days, the first batch of seedlings broke through the soil and grew to about a foot tall.

The original power of the mother peach tree is continuously sent outward, new roots and stems are constantly growing, new buds are constantly emerging, and new seedlings are constantly breaking through the soil.

The entire spiritual land was densely covered with peach seedlings, arranged neatly like soldiers in formation. Each one was full of vitality and spiritual energy, and each one was connected to the origin of the mother tree.

A total of 3,600 plants.

no more, no less.

What followed was a long wait.

For the next thousand years, Huanglong's rainmaking magic never stopped, causing the spiritual energy of the entire Heavenly Court to converge on this place.

At this moment, this innate spiritual energy transformed into sweet rain, sprinkling down on the earth and nourishing the growth of the three thousand six hundred peach trees.

Huanglong was not idle.

He sat cross-legged beside the mother peach tree, his primordial spirit probing into the tree's essence, beginning to guide the distribution of that essence.

The three thousand six hundred clones could not be evenly distributed among the original sources.

High-quality products require more of the original source; low-quality products require less of the original source.

Following the plan he had already devised, he carefully divided the origin of the mother tree into four parts.

The first portion, using the cost as the source, is divided equally among the outermost 1,200 peach trees.

These peach trees received the least amount of natural resources and were of the lowest quality.

But they are the foundation of the entire peach orchard, and their advantage lies in their large quantity and abundance.

The second and third portions are the original source. They are divided equally among the 1,200 peach trees in the middle.

The third portion, fifty percent, is to be divided equally among the 1,200 peach trees surrounding the original peach tree.

These peaches have the most essence and the best appearance, making them suitable as the highest-level cultivation resources in Heaven.

The fourth part, one of the original components, remains inside the mother peach tree.

This cost is reserved for the true spirit, to sustain the growth of the peach spirit.

After the distribution was completed, Huanglong withdrew his primordial spirit and looked at the mother peach tree beside him.

The branches and leaves of the mother tree trembled slightly, as if to say thank you.

"Alright," the True Spirit's voice echoed within Huanglong's primordial spirit, "Your essence has dispersed. Three thousand six hundred peaches, can you take me with you now?"

Huanglong's divine sense gently circled the ball of light, his tone mild: "You've done very well, but it's not time yet; I can't take you away!"

The peach spirit's light flickered, tinged with a hint of grievance: "You...you lied to me!"

Huang Long smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I said I would take you away, and I will never regret it."

Huanglong glanced at the three thousand six hundred peach trees in front of him. They varied in height and thickness, but each one was full of vitality and exuded innate Daoist charm.

Although it cannot compare to the grandeur of the mother tree in its prime, it is still a rare and spectacular sight in the primordial wilderness.

After the deed is done, all that remains is the final step: for the peach tree to bear fruit.

Huanglong did not interfere with the process; the rest is up to time.

Huanglong dispersed the spiritual clouds that had enveloped the Peach Garden, and then set up a spirit-gathering array outside the garden to gather the innate spiritual energy of the Heavenly Court to nourish the peaches.

After setting up the formation, Huanglong returned to the mother peach tree and sat down cross-legged.

Instead of leaving, he chose to stay here, nurturing the spiritual essence of the peach while drawing upon the stars and gathering the essence of the sun, moon, and stars from the gourd of creation to condense the divine water of the three lights.

Every so often, he would use a portion of the Three Lights to nourish the bodies of the Fusang and Laurel trees, and another portion to water the mother peach tree, nourishing its faint true spirit.

Time passed day by day... and year by year.

In the Peach Garden, the 3,600 peach trees, nourished by the Spirit Gathering Array, accumulated a large amount of essence.

The outermost 1,200 peach trees blossomed a thousand years later.

Flowers bloom all over the trees, filling the air with fragrance.

The fragrance of the flowers contained the essence of the Dao of Ren Water, which made ordinary living beings feel refreshed and their cultivation greatly increased.

Another thousand years passed, and the flowers withered and the fruit ripened. The unripe little fruits hung on the branches, slowly growing under the nourishment of the spiritual energy.

A thousand years later, the fruit finally ripened.

On this day, the peach orchard was filled with a rich aroma of fruit.

The 1,200 peach trees were laden with pink and rosy peaches, each about the size of a bowl, with strands of the Daoist rhyme of Ren water flowing on their skin.

When the news reached Lingxiao Palace, Haotian and Yaochi rushed over immediately.

The two stood in the peach orchard, looking at the peach trees covering the hillsides and the peaches hanging from the branches, and a long-lost smile appeared on their faces.

"Good! Good! Good!" Haotian exclaimed three times, grinning from ear to ear. "Huanglong, you truly haven't disappointed your martial uncle!"

Yaochi smiled as she looked at Huanglong, nodding in satisfaction: "Not bad! Not bad!"