Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

That alien Great Luo was split in two from head to toe.

Only one primordial spirit, terrified, transformed into a streak of rainbow light and fled.

The two halves of the body fell to the ground and manifested as a wolf carcass the size of a mountain!

The ancestor of the Sirius clan.

Guang Chengzi glanced at the direction the primordial spirit had fled, then withdrew his gaze.

He fled, but the half-dead Da Luo couldn't cause any trouble.

He put away the wolf carcass, which was as big as a mountain, otherwise, under the influence of this Great Luo opportunity, the surviving humans in this place would not survive!

More importantly, his gaze fell on the well in the center of the tribe, and on the child who was being held in the woman's arms but still stubbornly poked his head out.

Guang Chengzi fell from the clouds.

He walked through the scorched earth of the tribe to the well. When the kneeling humans saw the immortal land in front of them, they lowered their heads even further and trembled violently.

Guang Chengzi remained silent.

He stood there, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings: limbs and broken bodies scattered everywhere, roof frames reduced to charcoal...!

He stood there for a long time, so long that the kneeling humans began to cautiously raise their heads to look at him.

Then Guang Chengzi finally moved.

He flicked his fingers repeatedly, and streaks of azure light flew from his fingertips, entering the bodies of the still-living humans.

The moment the blue light entered the body, the wounds began to heal, the broken bones were reconnected, and even a warrior who had lost half of his shoulder and was on the verge of death due to blood loss had his severed arm regenerated after the blue light was injected!

The scratches on the woman holding the child were also healing at a visible speed.

She looked down at her arm, which had fully recovered, then looked up at Guang Chengzi and quickly thanked him.

"Thank you, Immortal!"

Guang Chengzi glanced at the child in her arms.

The child was about seven or eight years old, his face covered in blood and cigarette ash, but his eyes were unusually bright.

At that moment, the child's gaze was fixed on Guang Chengzi's face, and what he saw made Guang Chengzi pause slightly...!

That wasn't fear, awe, gratitude, or the innocent confusion a child should have.

Was that murderous intent?

An intense, palpable killing intent burned silently deep within those dark eyes.

Guang Chengzi could hardly believe his eyes; he saw endless killing intent and piles of white bones in the child's eyes.

Just as Guang Chengzi was stunned, the child moved.

He broke free from his mother's embrace, staggered, and knelt at Guang Chengzi's feet. His knees struck the gravel, the sharp edges of which cut his knees and drew blood.

But he was completely unaware, and just kept kowtowing to Guang Chengzi, his forehead hitting the ground with a dull thud, once, twice, three times, until the skin on his forehead broke, and beads of blood mixed with dirt stuck between his eyebrows.

"Please, immortal, accept me as your disciple!"

His voice still had a childlike hoarseness, but there was something in that hoarseness that made Guang Chengzi frown.

That wasn't a plea...!

Guang Chengzi squatted down.

He squatted amidst the rubble and bloodstains, his apricot-yellow Taoist robe remaining unstained by the mud.

He looked directly at the child whose face was covered in blood, into those eyes that held endless killing intent, and after a moment of silence, asked.

"Why...did you become my disciple?"

The child raised his blood-stained face and met Guang Chengzi's gaze directly without flinching.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was strong and clear.

"I want to learn immortal techniques from the immortals!" He then wiped the blood from his face, looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, and said with unwavering determination, "I will avenge my people and slaughter all the alien races."

The entire tribe was silent.

The surviving humans looked at each other, some opening their mouths as if to say something, but swallowing their words after seeing the expression on the child's face.

The older woman reached out to grab the child's arm, but her hand stopped halfway through, because she saw a strange and hard light in her child's eyes, a light that made her feel she couldn't hold him back.

Guang Chengzi stared into those eyes for a long time.

He neither immediately agreed nor immediately refused.

He was just staring at the child, looking into those eyes, and seeing something else behind that endless killing intent: pain, a very deep pain, like scorch marks left after being burned, a pain that seeped from flesh and blood, an indelible pain.

He wanted to refuse.

How can a seven or eight-year-old child have such a strong killing intent burning in his eyes? What kind of cultivation is he?

The most taboo thing for those who cultivate the Tao is to have biased thoughts.

Hatred can make a person stronger, but it can also burn them to ashes.

Guang Chengzi recruited disciples who could become emperors and enlighten all living beings, not to train a weapon for revenge for the human race.

But just as he was about to refuse, his spirit suddenly trembled.

A very subtle causal connection emerged from the child, like a newly drawn spider silk, lightly wrapping around his fingertips.

Guang Chengzi subconsciously followed the causal line and looked inside. There was a blurry thing in it, and many images vaguely appeared. He couldn't see them clearly, but they made him freeze.

Because at this moment he clearly "senses" the cause and effect between himself and the child in front of him with murderous intent in his eyes.

The bond between master and disciple.

Although the thread was thin, it was exceptionally strong, as if a predetermined path between heaven and earth had finally intersected with him at this moment.

Guang Chengzi felt a surge of emotion, but his face remained expressionless.

He withdrew his attention from the depths of cause and effect and looked again at the child whose face was covered in blood.

"What's your name?"

The child was kneeling on the ground, his back straight, his chest still heaving.

Upon hearing the question, he took a deep breath, raised his head, and spoke a little louder than before.

"My name is Youxiong Xuanyuan!"

There is a bear named Xuanyuan.

Guang Chengzi put those five words in his mouth and recited them silently.

There's a bear!

That's the name of the tribe. The ruins in front of us, still emitting wisps of smoke, belong to the Youxiong tribe.

Xuanyuan... Xuanyuan.

As those four words rolled between his lips, the causal thread deep within his mind suddenly lit up, then spread out like a galaxy exploding. Countless fine threads of light surged from the child's body, intertwining with the many causal pathways that were already wrapped around him, weaving a dense net.

Every node of that net was telling him the same answer... The child before him, covered in blood and filled with murderous intent, was the one he had been searching for for ten thousand years.

The third human emperor.

Guang Chengzi was momentarily dazed.

He had imagined countless times the scene of meeting the third human emperor, imagining which innate deity he would be reincarnated, with extraordinary phenomena at his birth, and what an encounter it would be like to be surrounded by auspicious clouds and mist.