Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"I will follow my Master's teachings."

Huanglong bowed deeply to Yuanshi Tianzun, saying, "This disciple will certainly abide by the sect rules and not tarnish the prestigious name of Yuqing."

"Go."

The Celestial Venerable closed his eyes again, his figure gradually dissipating into nothingness, leaving only his lingering voice echoing in the hall: "The great forces of heaven and earth, the birth and death of all spirits, are all predetermined. See what you see, hear what you hear, and do what you ought to do."

Huanglong bowed again, and then slowly withdrew from the main hall.

After leaving Yuqing Palace, the dragon rode on auspicious clouds and headed straight for a small mountain next to Sanqing Peak, where Xuandu's Taoist temple was located, which still does not have a name.

Upon entering the mountain area, one immediately senses a greater sense of tranquility and detachment compared to the last visit. A serene and peaceful Taoist atmosphere permeates the mountain peaks, gradually calming and pacing the mind.

The temple grounds no longer featured grand formations or abundant spiritual energy. They remained the same as before: an old pine tree, a stone hut, and a spring bubbling with spiritual energy. The only addition was a seemingly chaotic but subtly natural herb garden, simple and unpretentious.

Huanglong landed beside the old pine tree and saw Xuandu, with his hair tied in a Daoist bun and dressed in a simple gray robe, squatting in the herb garden, gently smoothing the flow of spiritual energy in the meridians of a spiritual herb whose leaves were arranged in a seven-star pattern, guiding the starlight.

His movements were slow and natural, as if he were one with the spiritual herb.

"Junior Brother's method of cultivating spiritual herbs is quite unique." Huang Long crossed his arms and waited until Xuan Du finally finished sorting out the meridians of the spiritual herb before praising him.

Xuan Du didn't turn around immediately. Instead, he covered the spiritual herb with another handful of spiritual soil and pressed it down before slowly getting up. He patted the dirt off his hands and looked at Huang Long with a smile: "Senior Brother Huang Long? Aren't you cultivating in your own cave? How come you have time to come here to visit your junior brother?"

As Xuandu spoke, he went to the front of the hut to pour water and make tea. Huanglong sat opposite Xuandu, and Xuandu poured a cup and gently handed it to Huanglong, saying, "Senior brother, please."

Huang Long raised his teacup, took a small sip, and said, "I'm here to bother you, Junior Brother. I'm about to go down the mountain and don't know when I'll be back."

"You know my dojo, senior brother. Zi Ling takes care of all the immortal herbs and spiritual medicines. However, the few spiritual roots that you recently acquired, which only have a little bit of life left, have finally regained their original vitality and started to take root and sprout. They are delicate and difficult to care for, so I am not very at ease letting Zi Ling take care of them."

"Therefore, I have come to ask my junior brother to visit my temple frequently while I am away from Kunlun and look after those spiritual roots so that they do not die."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's smile remained unchanged. He nodded slightly and said, "I wondered what it was about. These are trivial matters. Senior Brother could have simply informed me. There's no need for you to make the trip."

Huang Long paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I originally came to say goodbye to my master, but I stopped by here on the way."

Huang Long turned to look at the spiritual herb that Xuan Du had just been tending to. Its rate of absorbing and releasing spiritual energy was still increasing and it was far from reaching its limit. "Also, if you have time, Junior Brother, don't keep your methods for cultivating spiritual herbs a secret. You should teach Zi Ling."

Xuan Du Yao shook her head. "Senior brother, this method of cultivating spiritual herbs was passed down from our teacher!"

"Oh, if it's the eldest master's instruction, then forget it. It's your senior brother who's being greedy!"

"What I mean is, senior brother, you need to add something. I'm really craving your Enlightenment Tea!"

"I wonder why. It's simple. You can take whatever you need in your senior brother's temple. Don't be polite with me."

Xuan Du waved his hand, his smile carefree, "Senior brother, please go ahead without worry. I won't stand on ceremony with you. I will teach Zi Ling the methods of cultivating spiritual herbs. How much she learns depends on her comprehension!"

Huang Long finished his tea and said gratefully, "In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Junior Brother!"

Xuandu poured Huanglong a cup of tea, pondered for a moment, then remembered something and said, "Since you wish to travel the prehistoric world, could you perhaps visit the human race if it's on your way? I've been feeling uneasy lately, as if something is about to happen, but my cultivation is insufficient for me to understand it clearly."

Huang Long said solemnly, "Junior brother, rest assured, I will go to the human race."

After finishing his business and drinking tea, Huanglong bowed and took his leave. Then, he rode on auspicious clouds and left the Taoist temple in Xuandu, heading straight for the shores of the East Sea.

After leaving Kunlun Mountain, with the speed of Huanglong Taiyi Realm cultivators, it took only ten days to reach the shore of the East Sea.

Over tens of thousands of years, the human race's territory has expanded outwards to cover a large area, occupying a significant portion of the East China Sea coast.

This is a settlement of human tribes. Although the tribe is not very large, it is built against the mountains and by the water, and its layout is well-organized.

Thick, sturdy logs were hammered into the ground to build a solid and tall protective fence, with sharp points and dry, dark mottled marks visible on it.

The dwellings are mostly built on the foundation of huge stones, with logs on top, making them quite sturdy.

Most of the human warriors were wiry and strong. Although they wore rough hemp clothing, their eyes were sharp, and they exuded a fierce and courageous aura honed from years of fighting their prey.

However, as soon as Huanglong approached the human tribe, he noticed that there were huge claw marks and impact dents in many places on the fence, indicating that it had been subjected to a great impact, but the damaged parts had been repaired and reinforced in time.

The human warriors in the tribe were all at the True Immortal Realm, with the rest wielding sharpened stone spears, bone knives, and even a few wooden spears as weapons. They patrolled the area around the tribe vigilantly, their eyes constantly scanning the surrounding dense forest, as if enemies might rush out of the woods at any moment, full of alertness.