Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Thirty thousand years is, in the eyes of later beings, the passing of countless generations and the transformation of the world.

But on the scale of the primordial world, 30,000 years is but a fleeting moment.

In the early morning of Xiniu Hezhou, the sun's rays pierced through the thin morning mist and shone on the earth, illuminating a vast expanse of green.

Looking down from the heavens, this land, once turned into a wasteland by demonic energy, has now been completely transformed.

Mount Sumeru still stands in the center of Xiniuhezhou, its golden aura enveloping the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and Bodhi Tree atop the mountain. But the oasis surrounding Mount Sumeru, like an isolated island, is no longer lonely.

Centered on Mount Sumeru, the green area expanded more than tenfold, transforming the originally gray and black land into fertile soil teeming with life.

Between the mountains and rivers, the rivers have begun to flow again.

The riverbanks are covered with lush reeds and wildflowers, and when a gentle breeze blows, it creates layers of green waves.

The mountains are covered with dense forests, which are mostly common plants, not as precious as the immortal herbs and elixirs on Mount Sumeru, but their vitality is more tenacious than any immortal herb.

Birds build nests in the forest, beasts roam among the grass, and fish and shrimp swim in the rivers. These creatures all migrated naturally from Mount Sumeru. Over the long period of 30,000 years, they have multiplied and thrived on this newly regenerated land, leaving their footprints on every inch of the restored soil.

This land once suffered destruction when the Demon Ancestor Rahu detonated the earth's veins, endured countless years of erosion by demonic energy, and withstood a second upheaval triggered by the evil energy of the Immortal Execution Sword.

But now, under the radiance of the Pure White Lotus, the nourishment of numerous spiritual veins, and the transformative power of star dew, it has finally regained its vitality.

Of course, compared to the entire Xiniuhe Continent, this patch of green is still tiny.

In the last million-mile area restored by Huanglong Station, the twelve-petaled Pure White Lotus overhead cast a final round of holy light, completely purifying the last wisps of demonic energy remaining deep underground.

Duobao followed closely behind, driving the last batch of spirit vein fragments into the ground and skillfully connecting them to the spiritual energy network. Xuandu sowed the last handful of plant seeds behind him, using sweet rain to encourage their growth, and within moments the barren land was covered with a layer of tender green.

As life was revitalized, Huanglong gathered the essence of creation that the earth had naturally expelled after experiencing a complete cycle from death to life and collected it into the Creation Gourd!

The gourd trembled slightly. Huang Long weighed it in his hand, unable to hide the smile on his face.

This land of Xiniu Hezhou, having been eroded by demonic energy for countless years, has a far greater amount of primordial energy after its restoration than any other region in the prehistoric world.

In other places, repairing the earth's veins often requires repairing an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles in order to collect just one or two drops of the essence of creation.

But on this scorched earth ravaged by demonic energy, the life force that rises from the dead is far more intense than ordinary life force, and each resurgence of life can gather far more of the essence of creation than expected.

Over these 30,000 years, he accumulated nearly a thousand drops of the essence of creation, more than he had gained in all his previous years combined.

He put away the gourd of creation, a slight smile playing on his lips. A thought even popped into his mind: it's a pity he only agreed to stay for 30,000 years; otherwise, he really wanted to stay longer.

Of course, the thought only flashed through my mind.

The two saints on Mount Sumeru are still watching. If he were to suggest staying for a few more years, Jieyin and Zhunti would probably be laughing in their meditation.

Seeing Huanglong's upturned lips, Duobao assumed he was happy because the 30,000-year period had finally arrived, and grinned, "Junior brother, are you thinking about going back to Kunlun Mountain to drink your blood date wine? I'm craving it too; I've been thinking about your wine for tens of thousands of years."

Xuandu also came over and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Huanglong's smile suggests that his cultivation has improved again."

Huang Long smiled but offered no explanation.

He turned around and said to Dizang, who had been silently helping him from behind, "Junior Brother Dizang, the 30,000-year period has come to an end, and this matter is settled. Please tell our two senior uncles that we will not disturb their cultivation any longer."

Ksitigarbha bowed deeply to Huanglong, Xuandu, and Duobao.

His face was handsome yet dignified, and his eyes held genuine respect.

For the past 30,000 years, the Western Sect has had four direct disciples—Bhaisajyaguru, Mahasthamaprapta, Maitreya, and Ksitigarbha—guarding the restoration area. However, the other three are only responsible for controlling the Golden Lotus of Merit and the Seven Treasures Tree to protect the restoration area.

Only Ksitigarbha. He had always followed Huanglong and the other two, assisting them while also learning from them the many profound methods for repairing the earth.

He observed and learned from Huanglong when he purified the demonic energy; he voluntarily burrowed underground when Duobao transplanted the spiritual veins; and he followed behind Xuandu when he planted the seeds, gathering spiritual clouds.

He never complained, and his eyes were always filled with an almost devout focus when he did these things.

This character impressed Huang Long and the other two.

"The three senior brothers have done immeasurable merit by creating this land and restoring life to Xiniu Hezhou."

Ksitigarbha's voice was not loud, but every word was sincere, without the slightest hypocrisy or formality. "Ksitigarbha is here to thank my three senior brothers." After saying that, he bowed again, this time deeper than before, his waist bent even lower...!

Huang Long reached out and helped him up, gently patting him on the shoulder.

Huanglong held this rare, truly compassionate being in Western religion in high esteem.

He didn't say much, just nodded to Ksitigarbha, and then rose up from the ground with Xuandu and Duobao, transforming into three streams of light that shot straight into the sky.

Only after Huanglong and the other two figures completely disappeared into the clouds did Yaoshi, Mahasthamaprapta, and Maitreya fly over from afar and land beside Ksitigarbha.

The Medicine Buddha held the Seven Treasures Tree in his hands, Mahasthamaprapta held the Golden Lotus of Merit in his palm, and Maitreya still had his arms open and a smiling face.

But the expressions on the three of them were complicated at this moment, with feelings of emotion, admiration, and a touch of melancholy.

"We are all disciples of the Sages." The Pharmacist gazed at the still faintly flickering golden light of the Western Heavenly Gate in the sky, his voice tinged with emotion, "My three senior brothers, Huanglong, are now Quasi-Sages, while we are merely Great Luo Golden Immortals...!"

Mahasthamaprapta remained silent, only nodding slightly.

Maitreya, however, took it all in stride, patting his round belly and laughing, "Everyone has their own destiny; you can't force it. Brother Ksitigarbha, you know best how much your cultivation has improved these past three or ten thousand years following Brother Huanglong, don't you?"

Ksitigarbha smiled slightly and did not answer.

But there was definitely something new in his eyes that he hadn't seen before!

That was after witnessing the way of creation with my own eyes and seeing the earth revive from death, I gained a deeper understanding of the great principles of heaven and earth.

On Mount Sumeru, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, newly formed Bodhi seeds sway in the wind on the Bodhi tree.

Jieyin and Zhunti stood side by side by the pool, watching the three figures disappear into the Western Heavenly Gate.

His gaze swept over the figures of Mahasthamaprapta, Bhaisajyaguru, and Maitreya on the ground, and he shook his head slightly. Only when his gaze fell on Ksitigarbha did he reveal a smile even to the sorrowful expression on the face of the Bodhisattva.

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