Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huang Long strode into the Lingxiao Palace.

The scene inside the hall confirmed his judgment!

Not only were there no attendants, but even Yaochi, who was always inseparable from Haotian, was nowhere to be seen.

In the vast Lingxiao Palace, there was only Haotian.

Haotian did not sit on his throne as the Heavenly Emperor. He stood in the center of the hall, hands behind his back, wearing a black imperial robe, on which the sun, moon and stars embroidered were slowly moving.

Haotian had his back to the palace gate and was looking up at a huge spiritual water mirror floating above the main hall, reflecting an aerial view of the Southern Continent.

Huanglong strode forward and stopped a few feet behind Haotian, bowing respectfully.

"Huanglong greets His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor."

His voice echoed several times in the empty hall before dissipating.

Haotian turned around.

After tens of thousands of years, Haotian's majesty appeared even more profound.

But at this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, an expression that Huanglong had never seen on Haotian's face before.

Haotian looked at Huanglong, his gaze sweeping over Huanglong. Sensing something, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"You've gained quite a lot from this trip out of the prehistoric world," Haotian said in a low voice, with a hint of subtle emotion in his tone.

As the Heavenly Emperor, Haotian was integrated with the Primordial Heavenly Dao and was the only one besides those few saints who knew that the Yellow Dragon had entered the Chaos.

With his peak Quasi-Saint cultivation and the authority of the Heavenly Emperor, Huanglong's changes naturally could not be hidden from him.

"Uncle-Master, you flatter me. I have gained some knowledge," Huang Long said modestly.

He abruptly changed the subject, asking directly, "What urgent matter has my martial uncle summoned me for?"

Haotian did not answer immediately.

He turned around, facing the enormous mirror of spiritual light again, and then raised his hand and waved it.

A beam of azure light flew out from Haotian's sleeve and disappeared into the Spirit Mirror.

The next instant, the entire Lingxiao Palace suddenly trembled.

The space inside the hall began to change.

The four walls disappeared, the dome vanished, replaced by an endless void.

Huanglong felt as if he were standing in the heavens, with a panoramic view of the primordial land beneath his feet and an endless starry sky above his head.

The entire continent of Jambudvipa unfolded beneath his feet, with mountains, rivers, settlements of living beings, forests, and wastelands all clearly visible.

Huanglong's gaze was immediately drawn to the scene on the ground.

A white tiger with wings roared and slaughtered the forests within tens of thousands of miles, devouring everything, from flesh and blood to souls. The aura emanating from the white tiger increased at a visible speed, and the demonic energy emanating from its body became even more intense.

This scene wasn't isolated; it was the same throughout the entire Southern Continent, except for a few areas!

This phenomenon has occurred not only in the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory but also in the Western Sea.

"The demon race," Huanglong stated his initial assessment.

Haotian shook his head.

"Although these creatures possess a strong demonic aura, the demon race does not acknowledge them."

Huanglong's gaze swept over the frenzied creatures again, and suddenly he thought of something.

He turned to look at Haotian, his voice tinged with coldness: "Demon Core Technique?"

Haotian nodded.

"These beings have cultivated the Demon Core Technique."

Huang Long remained silent for a moment.

He had already seen the destruction caused by the Demon Core Technique in the memories of Starlight, but the impact of seeing this land from the perspective of the Heavenly Dao was completely different.

But this was clearly not the reason why Haotian urgently summoned him back.

Although the matter of the Demon Core Technique is serious, the number of living beings born in the entire prehistoric world every day is immeasurable, and there are also many Great Luo Golden Immortals in charge. These beings who cultivate the Demon Core Technique are not worth Haotian summoning to the Heavenly Court in such an urgent tone.

The spread of the Demon Core Technique has been ongoing for tens of thousands of years, not just a day or two.

Haotian couldn't have waited until now to get anxious.

There are even bigger problems.

Haotian seemed to have seen through his thoughts and raised his hand again.

This time his movements were slow, as if he were trying to peel back an invisible veil.

As he slowly waved his hand, the image on the spiritual water mirror began to change.

Huang Long's gaze suddenly froze.

Under the manifestation of Haotian's Heavenly Emperor authority, endless resentment was gathering in the void above the Southern Continent, invisible to the naked eye.

That wasn't just ordinary resentment.

The resentment of mortals and cultivators is very common in the prehistoric world.

People are killed, hatred remains, and obsessions are not resolved, all of which can generate resentment.

However, such resentment is usually quickly dispersed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or absorbed by the power of the underworld. Even resentment caused by large-scale battles only lingers in specific areas and slowly dissipates over time.

But the resentment before us is completely different.

It was everywhere.

Wherever Huanglong's gaze fell, the void of the Southern Continent was filled with resentment.

The resentment was so thick it resembled a boundless gray ocean, slowly churning and surging in the void.

It covered the human realm, the alien realm, and all the areas ravaged by the demon core technique.

But what alarmed Huanglong even more was that in the areas where the resentment was most intense, the resentment was no longer gray.

Endless resentment intertwined, giving rise to wisps of black gas.

Even Huanglong felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the black gas.

Calamity.

Calamity energy is a qualitative change in resentment energy under extreme conditions.

When the concentration of resentment exceeds the limit that heaven and earth can bear, when despair and resentment accumulate to a certain degree, resentment will give birth to calamity.

In other words, the calamity energy is the seed of a great calamity for heaven and earth.

When the calamity energy accumulates to a certain level, it will trigger a great calamity that shakes the heavens and earth.

When was the last time calamity occurred in the primordial world? It was during the battle between the Wu and Yao races, which led to the death of countless beings in the primordial world.

That great calamity ultimately resulted in the destruction of the Demon Court, the decline of the Witch Clan, and a complete reshuffling of the entire prehistoric world order.

And this time, the aura of calamity appeared again.

Huang Long's expression turned somewhat serious.

In that instant, he understood why Haotian was in such a hurry.

Once formed, calamity energy will not dissipate on its own. It will only accumulate and grow stronger until a certain critical point is broken, at which point the heavens and the earth will collapse.

"Did you see that?" Haotian's voice sounded beside him, tinged with worry.

Huang Long nodded slowly.

Ordinary killing is a rule of the primordial world and does not generate boundless resentment. It not only devours the flesh and blood of living beings, but also their true spirits.

"If the calamity continues to accumulate, the prehistoric world will soon face a catastrophe no less severe than the Lich War."

Huang Long remained silent for a moment, his gaze falling on the gray-black sea of ​​resentment reflected in the spiritual water mirror. His voice was slightly deep: "Can this still be resolved?"

Haotian did not answer immediately.

He stood with his hands behind his back in front of the spiritual water mirror, staring at the wisps of tribulation energy reflected in the mirror for a long time before slowly speaking.

"Can."

Then, changing the subject, "But two conditions need to be met."

Huang Long didn't interrupt, waiting for Haotian to continue.