Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The Yin-Yang Dao diagram on Shouyang Mountain continues to rotate, emanating a mysterious Yin-Yang Daoist charm.

Huang Long sat cross-legged on the futon, his fingers gently tapping his knees, his gaze fixed on the chess game on the stone table, the outcome of which was already decided...!

Xuandu sat opposite him, holding a teacup in his hand, but did not drink it. He just stared at the surging sea of ​​clouds in the distance, with a barely perceptible look of concentration between his brows.

"Senior brother," Xuandu suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with seriousness, "have you noticed?"

Huang Long picked up a black chess piece, twirled it between his fingers, and chuckled, "Seen what? You mean the change in the human race's fortune?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"Time's up." Huang Long placed his white piece, making a crisp clapping sound!

Xuan Du nodded. "Several hundred years have passed." Xuan Du placed the teacup on the stone table, stood up, and looked towards the southeastern horizon with his hands behind his back. "Shennong transmitted the Eight Solar Terms Calendar. I, based on the human race, established the celestial seasons... My work is complete. Heaven, moved by this, bestowed merit, which he received with that scroll of the *Shennong Bencao Jing* (Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica)."

Huanglong slowly stood up, patted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, and turned his gaze toward the human race!

"Merit isn't important." His voice lowered. "The key is those billions of humans... do you hear me?"

Xuan Du smiled.

"I heard it. They're calling his name."

Guided by the destiny of humanity, they could hear an extremely subtle yet immense sound piercing through the void... It was the power of human thought, the resonance generated when billions of living beings simultaneously recited the same name in their hearts.

"Shennong!"

"Shennong, the Human Emperor!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was as heavy as the earth breathing. Every syllable carried reverence and awe.

Huanglong closed his eyes.

He could see that psychic power... colorless yet intensely hot, rising from all parts of the earth like sparks, spreading towards the ancestral land of humanity.

"The time has come," Xuan Du said.

Huanglong opened his eyes and nodded.

The two exchanged a smile, needing no further words. They both knew what this meant...!

The second human emperor will be born today.

After Fuxi, the human race once again had their human emperor.

"Let's go, let's soak up some of the festive spirit!"

Xuan Du smiled and nodded slightly.

With a wave of his hand, Huang Long sent a wisp of pure energy flying from his fingertip, which landed silently on the forehead of Zi Ling, who was meditating in front of the palace gate.

As Zi Ling was immersed in the profound mysteries of the Yin-Yang Dao, she suddenly felt a cool sensation between her brows, as if someone had touched her with a fingertip.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Huanglong and Xuandu's figures already appearing in the distant void. Their Taoist robes were being lifted by the gale, and their steps were calm yet incredibly fast. With one step, their figures were already tens of thousands of miles away.

"Master! Second Master!" Zi Ling jumped up in a panic, hastily straightened her robes, and transformed into a streak of light, chasing after the two. "Wait for me...!"

Just as she caught up with Huang Longxuandu's figure, a low mooing of a cow suddenly came from behind her.

Moo!

Zi Ling turned around and saw that the green ox, which had always been lazily lying in the herb field munching on "grass," had somehow stood up.

It shook off the grass clippings and mud clinging to its body, then stepped onto the ground with all four hooves, walking steadily with a pace that was just as fast as hers.

Zi Ling's eyes widened.

"You...you're not taking your medicine anymore?"

The green ox glanced at her sideways, exhaled a puff of white breath from its nostrils, and without answering, sped past her, closely following behind Huanglong and Xuandu.

Zi Ling paused for a moment, then understood and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You lazy ox, it's usually hard to get you to move an inch, but now you're running faster than anyone else. What, are you going there to try and get some luck too?"

The blue ox turned its head and mooed again, its eyes clearly showing a kind of disdain for the ox's excessive talk.

Zi Ling dared not delay and used her escape technique to give chase.

The four people and one ox pierced through the clouds and mist, heading straight for the ancestral land of the human race.

Shennong stood on the stone steps in front of the temple.

He was dressed in plain linen clothes, the hem of which was blown up by the wind, revealing his bare feet.

Before him, hundreds of human elders had gathered in the square in front of the temple.

These are the most powerful people in the human race, representing the foundation of humanity.

All eyes were on Shennong, filled with awe, anticipation, and a hint of excitement that was hard to describe.

The eldest priest stepped forward shakily, his voice hoarse: "Lord, the hour is approaching."

Shennong nodded, his gaze passing over the crowd and looking towards the horizon.

He could sense a massive aura gathering in the darkness, emanating from the depths of the sky above him, from beneath the earth, and from the human spiritual power surging in from all directions.

This is the most devout prayer of countless people.

Just then, a slight commotion suddenly came from behind the crowd.

Shennong turned his head and saw two figures step out of the void and land at the foot of the stone steps in front of the temple. One was dressed in a green robe, with an elegant temperament like the bright moon among the pines; the other was dressed in a dark yellow Taoist robe, with a peaceful expression. Behind them followed a beautiful young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, and a green ox that was chewing.

It was none other than Huanglong Zhenren, Xuandu, Ziling, and Qingniu.

The elders who had gathered around all stepped aside and bowed respectfully to the two.

Some whispered "Ancestor," while others simply prostrated themselves, their foreheads touching the ground.

They had met Huanglong and Xuandu, and knew the identities of these two patriarchs...!

Huanglong and Xuandu nodded slightly in return, but their gazes passed over the crowd and landed on Shennong at the top of the stone steps.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Shennong cupped his hands in greeting and revealed a calm smile.

On the other side of the square, Duobao stood at the edge of the crowd. The moment he saw Huanglong and Xuandu appear, he visibly relaxed, and his tightly pursed lips loosened a little.

He recalled the unease he had felt these past few days; Shennong's attainment of the Dao and becoming the Human Emperor was a matter of great importance.

If Huanglong Xuandu does not appear for a day, it means that the time for Shennong to become the Human Emperor has not yet come.

"It's safe now," he said in a low voice.

Shennong withdrew his gaze and turned to enter the temple.

A gleaming seal floated in the temple, seemingly awaiting his arrival.

It is the Kongtong Seal, a treasure representing the destiny of the human race.

He held the Kongtong Seal in his hands. The seal was heavier than he had imagined, as if it were supporting an entire ancient mountain.

But his hands were steady and he didn't move. He turned around and walked out of the temple step by step.

The midday sun shone on Yin, casting a faint halo around him.

Shennong, holding the Kongtong Seal, walked step by step toward the altar in front of the temple.

The altar was not high, with only nine stone steps.

However, each stone step is carved with traces of the ancestors of the human race, such as Suirenshi drilling wood to make fire, Youchaoshi building houses, Ziyishi weaving hemp clothes, and Fuxi, the human emperor, evolving the Eight Trigrams.

Shennong stepped onto the first step.

Just then, Huanglong and Xuandu looked up at almost the same time, staring at a certain spot in the void.

There was no sign of anything there, no churning clouds, no flashing light.

But their gazes clearly pierced through the void, and they saw an extremely narrow crack opening silently, as if it had been cleaved open by an extremely sharp sword aura.

Several figures stepped out from the crack.