Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Again!"

Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions froze.

At this moment, Huang Long shook his head.

"Uncle-Master," he turned around and solemnly addressed Haotian and Yaochi, "Now that all three Heavenly Gates have been opened, all four continents have Heavenly Gates connecting to the Heavenly Court. With the Heavenly Gates newly opened, it is the perfect time for the Heavenly Court to recruit new talents. Many matters still require Your Majesty and Your Majesty's attention. There is no need for Your Majesty and Your Majesty to waste 30,000 years in Xiniu Hezhou."

He pointed to himself, then to Xuandu and Duobao: "The three of us are enough here. Purifying demonic energy, repairing the earth's veins, creating life... these things, having more people might not be as useful."

Haotian looked at Huanglong's resolute expression and knew that he had made up his mind.

He remained silent for a moment, straightened his clothes, and bowed deeply to Huanglong, Xuandu, and Duobao.

This gesture moved everyone present. The Heavenly Emperor's profound respect for the three Quasi-Saints was unprecedented in the history of the Primordial Heavenly Court.

"My three junior disciples," Haotian's voice carried a deep emotion, "the Heavenly Court will remember this cause and effect. Thirty thousand years from now, Yaochi and I will personally come to Mount Sumeru to welcome my three junior disciples."

Yaochi also curtsied.

The plain-colored cloud-shaped banner slowly closed behind her, transforming into a small flag that fell into her sleeve.

She looked at Huang Long and the other two, her eyes filled with a complex emotion.

Huang Long accepted the greeting without hesitation.

He knew that if he refused, Haotian would feel guilty.

After Haotian straightened up, he returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Your Majesty is too kind. See you again in thirty thousand years."

Haotian nodded, then glanced at Jieyin and Zhunti.

That glance no longer held the guilt and unease of before, only the majesty and vigilance befitting a Heavenly Emperor.

He didn't say anything more, took Yaochi's hand, and turned to fly towards the Western Heavenly Gate.

The golden light of the Western Heavenly Gate flickered in the void. Haotian and Yaochi's figures passed through the newly opened Heavenly Gate and disappeared into the golden light of the Heavenly Realm.

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool fell silent once more. Jieyin and Zhunti sat on prayer cushions, while Huanglong, Xuandu, and Duobao stood by the pool.

The two were only a few steps apart, but those few steps seemed exceptionally far away at that moment.

Huanglong watched Haotian and Yaochi disappear into the Western Heavenly Gate, then turned around and smiled at Jieyin and Zhunti.

That smile was so bright, yet it made Zhunti's heart skip a beat!

"My two senior uncles," Huang Long said politely, "I am willing to bear the cost of purifying the demonic energy of the earth myself."

He paused, then changed the subject.

"However," Zhunti's eyes twitched at the mention of those two words, "restoring the earth's veins requires transplanting a large number of spiritual veins. The purified demonic soil needs to be planted with spiritual herbs and immortal plants to restore its vitality. Those spiritual veins and those countless immortal herbs and plants—all of these things need to be provided by my two senior uncles."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of Jieyin and Zhunti changed simultaneously.

This time it wasn't a pale blue, it was a deep black.

Zhunti's kind and benevolent mask shattered completely.

His mouth was open, his lips trembling slightly, as if he were choking on something.

He looked at Huang Long with an incredulous expression in his eyes... This guy was just confronting us, almost summoning the Three Pure Ones, and now he wants to ask us for something?

The withered and sorrowful face of the guide became even more sorrowful.

Spiritual veins.

This is one of the most precious resources in the primordial world.

Xiniu Hezhou is inherently barren, with most of its land consisting of deserts and rocky mountains, and the number of spiritual veins is pitifully small.

The reason why Mount Sumeru became a holy site of the Western religion is that Jieyin and Zhunti spent countless years extracting spiritual veins from other parts of the prehistoric world and transplanting them to Mount Sumeru.

The hardships and costs of this process are beyond what outsiders can understand.

Now Huanglong is asking for spiritual veins to repair the land of Xiniu Hezhou.

How many spiritual veins are needed?

To restore the entire Xiniuhe Continent, even just the area surrounding Mount Sumeru, would require a considerable number of spiritual veins, not to mention the entire western land!

Zhunti chuckled dryly!

"Nephew," Zhunti's voice carried a hint of embarrassment.

"You know that the West is barren, lacking in spiritual energy, medicinal herbs, and elixirs."

Although there is some accumulation on Mount Sumeru, it is far from enough to repair the entire Western Continent. Nephew, do you think it's possible to...?

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Long interrupted him with a smile.

"In that case, my two senior uncles," Huang Long's smile remained gentle, and his tone remained polite, but his words were anything but polite, "then this disciple will only be responsible for purifying the demonic energy. What it looks like after purification is no longer this disciple's concern."

Zhunti's smile froze.

Silence fell once again at the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

The golden pool water flowed slowly, and the Bodhi leaves swayed gently in the wind.

Just then, Huanglong's gaze inadvertently drifted to the Bodhi tree beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

That Bodhi tree is the most precious spiritual root on the entire Mount Sumeru.

Its canopy blocked out the sun, covering almost half of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

The tree trunk is gnarled and vigorous, and the bark is covered with natural Taoist patterns, each pattern exuding a faint Taoist charm.

The Bodhi seeds on the tree are even more precious and extraordinary!

Those are the fruits that the Bodhi tree bears only once every countless lifetimes. Each one contains the innate essence of the Bodhi tree, and after being refined, it can unlock wisdom, increase understanding, and has endless wonderful uses.

Jieyin followed Huanglong's gaze to the Bodhi tree, and then his body stiffened slightly.

Jieyin immediately understood that Huanglong was after the Bodhi seeds.

Or perhaps he never intended for the Western religion to provide him with spiritual channels from the very beginning.

He deliberately asked for spiritual veins, immortal herbs and elixirs first, setting the highest possible conditions, and then, after Jieyin and Zhunti refused, he would settle for second best... or rather, settle for what he truly wanted.

Jieyin suddenly smiled.

"Nephew Huanglong, there's no need to beat around the bush." ​​The guide's voice carried a hint of amusement that was hard to decipher, whether it was praise or helplessness. "Repairing the earth's spiritual veins, transplanting immortal herbs and elixirs—all these matters will be handled by you, nephew."

Upon hearing this, Huang Long's expression changed, and he was about to speak...!

But before he could speak, the guide raised his hand and waved.

The Bodhi tree on Mount Sumeru suddenly began to shake.

The Bodhi seeds that had been nurtured for countless years in the tree canopy vibrated violently among the branches and leaves, and then fell off the branches one by one.

With a gentle flick of his withered fingers, dozens of Bodhi seeds floated to Huanglong's face.

Each of those Bodhi seeds was the size of a pigeon egg, golden in color, and with a faint spiritual light flowing across its surface.

The Bodhi seed has naturally formed mysterious patterns, each of which shimmers slightly and exudes a gentle yet profound aura.

Huanglong looked at the dozens of Bodhi seeds in front of him, his eyes gleaming.