Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Don't panic!"

Upon hearing this voice, Huang Long's tense expression immediately relaxed!

He knew he was saved.

The light and shadow began to shift.

The chaotic energy receded rapidly before Huanglong's eyes, as if it had been pushed aside by an invisible hand.

The roar of the storm gradually faded into the distance and eventually disappeared completely.

After the gray dissipated, it was replaced by a soft light.

Huanglong found himself standing in a huge square.

The ground beneath his feet was paved with a white jade stone that he couldn't name.

Each piece of jade is a perfect square, exactly the same size, and fits together seamlessly.

The jade surface has no carvings or decorations, yet it naturally exudes a profound Taoist charm.

That wasn't due to any formation or magic weapon, but rather the Daoist aura inherent in the jade itself, nurtured by the Daoist energy here.

Huanglong felt strange stepping on it.

The ground was hard, but every step felt like walking on a soft cloud.

His boots made no sound when they touched the jade, and the entire square was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The square was so large that Huang Long felt as insignificant as a speck of dust when he stood on it.

The square was shrouded in chaos, with a hazy mist swirling and rolling around its edges, yet unable to penetrate its interior.

The square is like an isolated island carved out of a chaotic sea, secluded and independent from the world.

But what truly shocked Huanglong was the palace directly in front of the square.

It wasn't grand, but Huanglong had seen countless buildings in the primordial world: the Lingxiao Palace of Heaven, the Bajing Palace of Shouyang Mountain, the Yuxu Palace of Kunlun Mountain, the Biyou Palace of Jin'ao Island... but none of them could compare to the palace before him.

The entire palace exuded an incomparably mysterious aura. The aura was neither strong nor domineering, yet it caused Huanglong to tremble from the depths of his soul.

That is the awe that ants feel when facing towering mountains.

The palace's architectural style is extremely simple and unadorned, without any elaborate decorations.

Some patterns flow naturally on the wall, and those patterns look extremely random, as if they are chaotic.

Huanglong knew that it was a manifestation of the laws of the Great Dao.

His gaze shifted from the patterns to the main gate of the palace.

There were no door knockers or carvings on the door, only a huge plaque.

Three large characters are prominently displayed on it.

Zixiao Palace

Huanglong's pupils contracted!

He completely forgot the fear that he had almost lost himself in the chaos.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: the one who had saved him was the Dao Ancestor.

Zixiao Palace.

A place known to all the primordial deities of the primordial world.

Back then, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun preached here, and three thousand guests from the primordial world gathered in Zixiao Palace to listen to the true words of the Great Dao.

That was one of the most important events in the history of the prehistoric world, directly laying the foundation for the entire prehistoric cultivation system.

The Three Pure Ones heard the Dao here.

Nuwa and Fuxi heard the Dao here.

Jieyin and Zhunti heard the teachings here.

Di Jun and Tai Yi also listened to the Dao here.

......

These beings who once dominated the primordial world all sat on the floor of this palace, listening to the Dao Ancestor Hongjun expound on the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Just as Huanglong was feeling sentimental, the gates of Zixiao Palace opened silently.

A warm and gentle light emanated from inside the door, and Huanglong could sense that the light contained profound truths.

Huang Long stood in front of the door and took a deep breath.

He lowered his head and quickly straightened his clothes.

Then he stepped into the Zixiao Palace.

The moment he stepped across the threshold, Huanglong felt a strange transformation.

The threshold of Zixiao Palace is like a dividing line between two worlds; outside the threshold is the Chaos Square, and inside the threshold is another space.

The moment his foot stepped inside the palace, the surrounding scenery subtly changed.

The space inside the hall was far smaller than it appeared from the outside.

Of course, it is still very large, but it is no longer the kind of large that makes you feel so small that you don't exist. Instead, it is a kind of spaciousness and comfort that is just right.

The light source inside the hall seemed to come from nowhere, illuminating the entire space softly and evenly.

Deep inside the main hall, there is a high platform.

The platform wasn't large or high; it looked like a slightly elevated platform.

On the high platform, a figure sat cross-legged on a futon.

Huang Long's gaze fell on that figure, and he stopped in his tracks.

It was an old man.

The old man was not tall; in fact, he was rather thin.

He was dressed in a linen Taoist robe, and his white hair was as white as snow!

Huang Long saw his face clearly for the first time; he had a kind face and looked like an ordinary old man.

His eyes were closed, and he was lost in thought, as if he wasn't the one who had just saved Huanglong from the chaos.

Huang Long strode forward and stopped in front of the high platform.

He straightened his clothes again to make sure he was properly dressed, then clasped his hands together, bent over, knelt down, and touched his forehead to the ground.

His movements were meticulous, and he performed every detail with the utmost respect.

"Disciple Huang Long thanks Grandmaster for saving my life."

Huang Long's voice echoed in the empty hall. He knelt on the ground, his forehead still pressed against the ground, not daring to raise his head.

The hall was quiet for a few breaths.

Then, a slight sound came from the high platform.

Get up.

The voice was exactly the same as the one I had heard in the chaos earlier—not loud, not urgent, not heavy!

But this time, there was a hint of warmth in his voice!

Huanglong raised his head.

Hongjun on the high platform had already opened his eyes.

The moment Huanglong saw those eyes, his soul trembled violently.

Huanglong saw the primordial world and countless living beings in Hongjun's eyes...!

Everything exists simultaneously in those eyes.

He saw the Three Thousand Great Daos manifest in Hongjun's eyes: Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, time and space, cause and effect, life and death, destiny... The laws of the Great Dao intertwined and evolved all things in those eyes.

Then Hongjun blinked.

It only took a blink of an eye.

Hundreds of millions of people have disappeared.

The Three Thousand Great Roads have disappeared.

Those eyes returned to their ordinary state, like the eyes of an average old man, clear and gentle.

Huang Long secretly regretted it, for he had already gained a great deal in that brief moment.

If Hongjun hadn't taken the initiative to withdraw his gaze, he might have been completely captivated by those eyes.

Get up!

"Thank you, Grandmaster." Huang Long bowed again and then stood up.

Hongjun looked at Huanglong, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Little Yellow Dragon," Hongjun spoke, a faint chuckle in his voice, "You've got some nerve. Relying on a supreme innate treasure, you dare to roam freely in the chaos."

Huang Long's face fell.

He had wandered in chaos for a long time without encountering any danger, and indeed did not have much sense of awe.

Relying on the fact that the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl was a supreme innate treasure with amazing defensive power, he rampaged through the chaos, entering the chaotic vortex to retrieve the chaotic primordial stone, and then leaving.