Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

As Zhunti chanted, the Bodhi tree swayed gently, and green light spots scattered among its branches and leaves, enveloping the entire space in a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

At the same time, a faint golden mist rose from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, containing endless mysteries, spreading silently.

"Nephew Huanglong."

Zhunti's gaze fell on Huanglong, his smile full of approval, "Your attainments in the Dao of Creation are unparalleled in the entire prehistoric world, except for Nuwa."

"The resurgence of demonic energy in Xiniu Hezhou this time was caused by the evil aura of the Immortal Execution Sword, but wasn't it also the will of Heaven? Heaven sent my nephew here to use his hands to restore a peaceful and joyful land to Xiniu Hezhou. This is a supreme merit, which will be of utmost benefit to my nephew's cultivation of the Great Dao."

Every word he uttered carried a mysterious power, a gentle persuasiveness that made people unconsciously want to agree with him.

The golden mist around the pool grew thicker as he spoke, making his calculating face appear even more gentle.

Huanglong sat cross-legged opposite Zhunti, his face calm as still water.

As Zhunti's words entered his ears, he could clearly perceive the sage's wisdom contained within them. It was a power that directly touched the soul, subtly influencing the will of living beings and causing them to nod in agreement without their awareness.

But Zhunti had clearly forgotten that the Pure White Lotus he had just summoned was protecting his true spirit. Huanglong's eyes remained clear, and a faint, polite smile played on his lips, as if he were listening attentively to every word Zhunti said.

Xuan Du, sitting next to Huang Long, also remained expressionless.

The Tai Chi diagram rested on his lap, the scroll half-open and half-closed, with the Yin and Yang energies flowing slowly within it.

With the Tai Chi diagram in the way, Zhunti's methods were nothing more than ordinary preaching and blessing in his eyes.

His breathing was steady, his eyes were clear, and he even had the leisure to pick up his teacup and take another sip.

But the other three people reacted differently.

Duobao sat to Xuandu's right, his brows furrowed slightly, and the wariness and caution in his eyes were gradually fading.

The Zhuxian Sword in his hand was originally lying horizontally on his lap, ready at any moment... but now the blade has unknowingly slid to his side, and the fingers gripping the hilt have loosened a bit.

Zhunti's words did indeed make sense to him. It was true that the demonic energy surge caused by the evil aura of the Zhuxian Sword was a fact, and it was also true that Duobao, as the one who wielded the sword, should bear the responsibility.

Since we have a responsibility, it's only right that we stay and help.

This chain of logic gradually took shape in his mind, and his lips moved slightly, as if hesitating whether to say something.

Haotian sat next to Duobao, and the Heavenly Emperor, who was at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, was also affected at this moment.

His imperial authority, having left the celestial realm, was suppressed to a minimum in this sacred place. Faced with the combined pressure from the two sages, the vigilance he felt as an imperial being was gradually softening.

Looking at Zhunti's sincere face and listening to his reasonable words, the scales in his heart were slowly tipping.

He wanted to speak, but he didn't realize that his eyes were no longer as clear as when he had just sat down.

Yaochi was the same; her gaze also changed, gradually shifting from initial wariness to a relaxed gentleness.

Zhunti saw this change.

His smile deepened, and his words became even more earnest:

"Consider this, everyone: the Heavenly Court's reopening of the three Heavenly Gates is a great act of merit, bringing blessings to the entire world."

As Zhunti spoke, he turned to look at the void in the southeast, "The Heavenly Gates of Southern Jambudvipa and Eastern Victory Continent were connected so smoothly, yet only Western Niuhe Continent encountered such an unexpected incident. What could be the reason for this...!"

His voice echoed above the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and the Bodhi tree swayed gently in response.

Duobao's fingers completely loosened their grip on the hilt of the Zhuxian Sword, Haotian's lips parted slightly, and the light of the plain-colored cloud banner in Yaochi's sleeve was slowly dimming.

All three were hovering on the edge of "nodding in agreement," just one last push away.

In that instant, Huanglong and Xuandu moved at the same time.

A beam of pure white light flew out from Huanglong's sleeve.

The Nine-Rank Pure White Lotus bloomed in his palm, its crystal-clear petals unfolding layer upon layer, each petal radiating a soft and pure white light.

Centered on Huanglong, the mist spread outwards like invisible ripples, dispersing the golden fog that permeated the pool's edge layer by layer, enveloping the treasures of Haotian Yaochi within.

The moment Duobao, Haotian, and Yaochi were enveloped in the white light, all three of them trembled simultaneously.

The feeling is like being a student in a classroom, listening to the teacher's endless chatter, when suddenly the bell rings and you're jolted awake...!

The daze in Duobao's eyes vanished instantly, returning to clarity, and he gripped the Zhuxian Sword tightly.

Haotian and Yaochi shook their heads violently, their eyes regaining their clarity, and stared in horror at the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, before them.

At this moment, the danger posed by the Sage doubled in their hearts, silently causing both of them to fall victim to his scheme.

At the same moment, Xuan Du made his move.

The tai chi diagram on his lap flew into the air, and the scroll was fully unfurled.

Yin and Yang energies surged from the diagram, one black and one white, intertwining in the void to form a giant Tai Chi pattern, enveloping Huanglong, Duobao, Haotian, Yaochi, and himself entirely.

The yin and yang fish of the Tai Chi diagram slowly rotated, each rotation reinforcing the defensive field of the Tai Chi diagram, completely isolating the golden mist and the Taoist aura of the sages that permeated the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

As Huanglong unleashed the Pure White Lotus, a small banner appeared in his right palm.

Although the banner is small, it exudes an aura that guides and inspires the heart!

Pangu Banner!

His fingers rested on the banner handle; with just a slight exertion, this replica of the Pangu Banner would shatter, and the Primordial Celestial Venerable, residing in the Jade Void Palace of Kunlun Mountain, would instantly descend upon Mount Sumeru.

This wasn't a threat; it was his trump card. He didn't rush to crush it because he knew that both Jieyin and Zhunti were intelligent people... Intelligent people don't need to see their trump cards revealed; they only need to know that their trump cards exist, and that's enough.

The atmosphere around the Eight Treasures Merit Pool changed completely at this moment.

Golden mist dissipated from the white CD player of the Pure World White Lotus, and Zhunti's voice abruptly stopped.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue, but after the light of the Pure Lotus dispelled all his saintly aura, his words were just ordinary words... Without the mysterious power to influence the mind, his earnest advice was nothing more than a bunch of pretty empty words.

His mouth was open, the last word still stuck in his throat, but it had already lost the meaning of continuing to speak.

A hint of displeasure flashed across the faces of both Jieyin and Zhunti.

That hint of displeasure was so brief that Huanglong would have missed it if he had just blinked.