Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Outside the Eight Views Palace, Xuan Du, who was tending to the herbs in the medicinal field, looked at the twinkling stars in the sky and smiled with a relaxed expression. He casually picked out a spiritual herb that he had been tending for a long time and handed it to the green ox that had been following behind him.

The green ox habitually opened its mouth, smelled the fragrance of the medicine, and stopped. It looked up at the smiling young man in front of it before swallowing the spiritual herb into its mouth.

In the Kunlun Mountains.

Deep within the Jade Void Palace, the Primordial Celestial Venerable sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, seemingly wandering in the primordial chaos.

As the stars twinkled in the sky, his eyes slowly opened.

He gazed at the brightest star in the sky, the Purple Star, for a moment, then closed his eyes again. Only one voice echoed in the Jade Void Palace.

"It's good that you're back!"

On Jin'ao Island.

Inside Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Leader was refining a weapon.

As the number of disciples in the Jie Sect increased, his master naturally needed to bestow many spiritual treasures for protection.

Since there are not enough innate spiritual treasures, the only option is to refine acquired spiritual treasures.

It was a newly forged longsword, its blade entirely azure blue, engraved with dense patterns of laws.

As the starlight fell, he raised his longsword to his eyes, watching the starlight condense on the sword and nurture its spirit.

"Huanglong." When the Tongtian Sect Leader uttered this name, a cryptic smile appeared on his lips. "This little fellow is truly blessed."

On Mount Sumeru in the West.

Under the Bodhi tree, the Daoist Zhunti sat cross-legged, preaching the Dao to the Medicine Master and others.

His voice was deep and resonant, each word containing endless mystery.

Starlight filtered through the branches of the Bodhi tree and fell upon him, and his preaching continued unabated.

But he opened his eyes, and those eyes reflected the light of the starry sky.

The guide sat beside him, his face sallow and his body like withered wood.

As the starlight fell, he merely frowned slightly before resuming his placid demeanor.

"He's back." Cundi's voice rang out during a break in chanting, as if it were part of a sermon.

Jieyin didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

The underworld.

The cycle of rebirth in the six realms begins.

Houtu looked at the yellow dragon returning from the starry sky and smiled slightly. In an instant, the countless Yin spirits in the entire underworld who were wailing in pain seemed to have been redeemed and fell silent!

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Huanglong stood on Ziwei Star, feeling the gazes cast upon him from all corners of the primordial world.

Some of those gazes were friendly, some were indifferent, some were curious, and some were wary.

But none of the gazes were hostile, at least not to him.

He gazed at the twinkling stars in the sky, whose light continued to pour down upon the primordial land, nourishing countless living beings.

This is an unusual phenomenon signifying the return of the Ziwei Emperor; it will dissipate naturally before long.

But before that, he had to figure out what had happened in the past tens of thousands of years.

Huanglong raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.

The entire primordial starry sky trembled slightly.

The speed of the stars in the heavens increased several times at this moment, and countless starlight converged from all directions and poured into the palm of the Yellow Dragon.

Those starlights carry the weight of everything that happened on this ancient land over the past tens of thousands of years. The stars hang high in the sky, overlooking all things, and wherever there is starlight, everything will be recorded.

Amidst the shifting light and shadow, he saw a vision of the Heavenly Court.

Over the past tens of thousands of years, the Heavenly Court has undergone considerable changes.

Since Haotian and Yaochi cultivated the new peaches of immortality, they have held a Peach Banquet every ten thousand years, using the innate peaches as a starting point to invite those beings in the prehistoric world who have good aptitude but no sect or faction to come.

Even the peaches that ripen only once every three thousand years are treasures that these creatures crave but cannot obtain.

With the supply of peaches and other resources, plus the protection of the Heavenly Court, these beings joined the Heavenly Court without much hesitation.

A portion of the beings in the heavens who were in harmony with the stars were appointed as Star Lords, each in charge of a star, using the power of the stars to refine their cultivation.

The addition of these star deities has greatly enriched the starry sky, which originally only had Huanglong as its sole commander.

With the Star Lord overseeing the heavens and the stars, the stellar energy circulates more smoothly, and the balance of the Great Dao in the primordial world is greatly regulated as a result.

Huang Long nodded slightly; Haotian had played a brilliant move.

It not only demonstrated the majesty of the Heavenly Court, but also helped the Heavenly Court attract many talented immortals.

Then he saw the great events that were happening on the vast land!

Huanglong witnessed the war between humans and other races, the demon race's massacre of humans in Beiju Luzhou, the human Grand Luo Immortals' fearless self-destruction of their origins to protect Xuanyuan, and Xingtian's emergence from the underworld, where he slew three Grand Luo Immortals with a single axe stroke.

We also witnessed the carnage caused by the Demon Core Technique lasting for tens of thousands of years, with countless alien races being slaughtered by Xuanyuan and Chiyou, leaving rivers of blood.

In the southwest, Chi You led the Wu tribe warriors of the Jiuli tribe, crushing everything in his path. His physical body, infused with the essence of the Wu tribe's great shaman blood, had transformed to a level close to that of a great shaman. Other races of the same level could not even withstand a single move from him.

In the southeast direction, Xuanyuan's cultivation level also soared to the peak of Taiyi under the guidance of Guangchengzi and the blessing of the human race's fortune. The long sword in his hand was stained with the blood of alien races.

Meanwhile, the cultivation levels of Chi You and Xuanyuan themselves continued to rise.

Both of them reached the peak of Taiyi cultivation within tens of thousands of years, and through constant battles and trials, they were only one step away from becoming Daluo Golden Immortals.

After understanding everything, Huanglong casually tossed the ball of starlight condensed from the stars into the primordial world. As for whose opportunity it might become, that was not his concern.

He stood on the Purple Star and hesitated briefly.

He was considering whether to return to Kunlun first to pay his respects to his master and see Xiao Ziling, or to go to Shouyang Mountain to see Xuandu.

Just as he was hesitating, a voice pierced through the void and exploded directly in his ears.

"Yellow Dragon, come to Heaven at once!"

Huang Long's face fell; it seemed that Shouyang Mountain and Kunlun Mountain would have to wait.

Because he detected an emotion in that voice that he had never felt in Haotian before... urgency.

The matter that could make the Heavenly Emperor Haotian so anxious must be extraordinary.

Huang Long didn't have time to think and took a step forward.

The space beneath his feet seemed to be folded up by an invisible hand, and his figure suddenly disappeared on Ziwei Star, reappearing outside the North Heavenly Gate.

Upon seeing the suddenly appearing figure, the guard at the North Heavenly Gate instinctively raised his weapon.

But when the leading heavenly soldier saw what the yellow dragon looked like, he immediately bowed respectfully and shouted.

"Greetings, Emperor Ziwei!"

The other heavenly soldiers were dumbfounded. Looking at their leader, they put down their weapons and saluted Huanglong.

Huang Long nodded and walked straight through the North Heavenly Gate, heading deeper into the Heavenly Court.

His steps were slow, but with each step he took, his figure would flash once, crossing a new realm of heaven.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the Lingxiao Palace from the North Heavenly Gate.

The palace doors were wide open, and there were no guards inside; the only presence was the scent of one person.

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