Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The realms of the living and the realms of the dead are like two giant millstones, pressed together and slowly turning.

The chaotic energy that was thrown into the bead was crushed, ground, and pulverized by the Yin-Yang millstone formed by the Great Dao of the Two Realms.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the world trembled, the chaotic energy was crushed, and some of the gray matter merged into the Yin and Yang realms, and was absorbed by the mineral veins in the earth.

A portion of it transformed into pure spiritual energy, which was absorbed by the two towering spiritual roots and converted into innate spiritual energy, nourishing the beings of both realms!

With each rotation of the Yin-Yang millstone, the earth of both realms thickens by an inch, and the sky rises by an inch.

By constantly comprehending the Daoist principles inherent in the Great Bridge, Huanglong continuously adjusted the Yin-Yang Great Millstone that evolved between the Yin and Yang realms, making the Great Dao of the two realms more perfect and accelerating the conversion rate of chaotic energy!

Huang Long's lips curled up slightly.

It's worth it, absolutely worth it.

From this day forward, the Yin and Yang realms within the Chaos Yin-Yang Pearl will completely replace the Xuanhuang Realm...!

The disciples of the Jie Sect in the void also closed their eyes.

Jin Ling was the first to react. She had a tea leaf from the Enlightenment Tea that she had taken out at some point in her mouth, and she sat cross-legged in the void, her aura slowly condensing.

Wudang, Zhao Gongming, and the Three Immortals followed closely behind. After each swallowing a tea leaf for enlightenment, they focused their minds one after another, trying to seize this fleeting opportunity for the Great Dao.

The Daoist aura drawn from the Primordial Purple Qi will not last long; every breath is as precious as ten thousand years.

The Daoist essence and rhythm drawn out by the Primordial Purple Qi are even purer than the Daoist rhythm that emanates when a sage preaches.

Sages preach the Way by explaining the universe with words, but the scattered Daoist rhyme at this moment is the manifestation of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, which they can comprehend.

On the altar, Shennong paid no attention to anything outside.

His entire being was immersed in that Great Dao Bridge. Endless Daoist energy flowed into his true spirit, constantly perfecting, perfecting, and elevating his Great Dao.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Those eyes no longer held ordinary divine light, but rather were filled with countless Dao patterns.

"cut."

He uttered a single word, seemingly casually, but as the word fell, a figure emerged from the depths of his true spirit.

The figure was identical to Shennong, but the aura flowing around it was so pure that it didn't seem like a flesh and blood body... It was Shennong's karmic obsession, his concern for the human race and his obsession with herbs over the past hundred years... All the obsessions that entangled his heart were forcibly severed at this moment and condensed into an independent benevolent corpse.

It was forcibly carved out with obsession as its body and the Great Dao as its bones... but it had no innate spiritual treasure to support it.

The figure hovered beside him, waiting silently.

After a few breaths, Shennong's aura underwent another transformation.

"cut!"

Another figure emerged. This time, it was his obsession with the rules of Heaven, a culmination of his pilgrimage across the land, his observation of the sun and moon's movements and the changing of the four seasons, and his deep fascination with and exploration of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Mid-stage Quasi-Saint.

Even though the powerful figures watching already knew the outcome, they were still shocked.

Those cultivators who had toiled for countless years but were still stuck at the Great Luo level looked at Shennong, who had severed two corpses, with complex envy and jealousy in their eyes.

But Shennong did not stop.

"cut!"

A third figure emerged from the body.

This time, what he unleashed was his obsession with "self," and everything about his existence as the individual "Shennong"!

Even after severing this corpse, he was still Shennong, but that "Shennong" was no longer a being bound by self-imposed limitations.

All three corpses have been severed; late-stage Quasi-Saint.

The aura around the altar suddenly became violent for a moment, as if something was breaking through a critical point.

Under the watchful eyes of many powerful beings in the primordial world.

Like Fuxi before him, Shennong's three corpses, which he had severed, were successively integrated into his main body.

The moment his three bodies merged into one and his three incarnations merged into his main body, his aura surged once more, releasing its oppressive power.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

The Great Bridge formed from the Primordial Purple Qi was still there, but it was much more ethereal than before, like a candle flame that had exhausted its strength and could be extinguished at any moment.

The aura of Shennong is still rising.

He sensed that he was approaching a critical point, a realm that Fuxi had once reached.

The Great Bridge was still transmitting the primordial Dao essence to him, but the transmission speed was getting slower and slower, and the bridge itself was becoming fainter and fainter, with the purple radiance fading away inch by inch.

Faster.

Shennong urged himself on, frantically absorbing the remaining Daoist essence.

When his aura finally crossed the boundary of Quasi-Saint and reached the realm of "Sub-Saint," which surpasses Quasi-Saint but does not reach Sainthood, the Great Dao Bridge silently shattered in the void.

Purple fragments scattered and flew everywhere, like a purple snowfall.

Each fragment contained a trace of the Great Dao, slowly drifting down into the void and seeping into the world.

Shennong stood on the altar, a hint of resentment in his eyes, which then turned into relief.

What I regret is that I am only a hair's breadth away from reaching the realm of a saint.

What is reassuring is that the Great Dao is inherently like this, and to reach the realm of a near-sage is already a sign of Heaven's favor.

He carefully comprehended the profound realm he was in at that moment, feeling as if the great Dao of heaven and earth were all within his grasp.

The Second Saint.

Apart from the six Heavenly Saints and the Earth Goddess Houtu in the underworld, there was no other realm in the primordial world that could rival him.

He raised his head and looked into the void.

The will of Heaven dissipated, and the gazes of Nuwa and the Sage of Taiqing were withdrawn at some unknown time.

Fuxi's figure was gradually fading away, and the Fire Cloud Cave was pulling him back.

Before he disappeared, he nodded to Shennong, and there was something in his eyes, as if a lone traveler on the Great Dao had finally found a companion.

The dragon's enormous body slowly shrank back into the statue, and the three ancestral statues gradually returned to calm.

On the plaza, countless elders of the human race were also bathed in the Daoist aura.

Most of them had low cultivation levels, and their perception of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was far less clear than that of those Great Luo Immortals and Quasi-Saints.

Even a glimpse of it would be an immense opportunity.

A human at the peak of Taiyi realm, who was already at the Taiyi realm before Fuxi became the Human Emperor, obtained the opportunity of the dispersal of heaven and earth when Fuxi became the Dao, thus achieving the peak of Taiyi realm. He has now been at the peak of Taiyi realm for several huiyuan.

But at this moment, the scattered Daoist energy entered his body, and suddenly he "saw" that threshold.

He clearly saw the gate to the Great Luo Realm slowly opening.

"...I succeeded."

Before he finished speaking, an aura suddenly surged from his body.

Above the heavens, the extraordinary phenomena of Shennong attaining sainthood had just dissipated when a phantom of a long river of time silently appeared.

It stretches across the sky, coming from the farthest reaches and going to the farthest reaches; no one can see its origin, nor can anyone see its end.

A thin stream of light fell from the illusory river of time, enveloping the elder within it.

His spirit flew out of his body and leaped into the river of time.