Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

After bidding farewell to Suirenshi, Huanglong erected a beam of light, pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, and headed towards Buzhou Mountain, the pillar supporting the sky.

Just as he left the shore of the East China Sea, the Yellow Dragon's escape light suddenly paused, revealing its form above the sea of ​​clouds.

With a thought, Huang Long sent out a blue dragon scale that floated in front of him, emitting a soft blue light.

An aged yet robust voice rang out, tinged with a hint of mockery: "Little fellow, you've arrived at your doorstep, yet you haven't even come to see your ancestor? Have you forgotten your own ancestor now that you've become a disciple of a sage?!"

"Ancestor, please don't wrong an innocent person. I was just afraid of disturbing your cultivation. This disciple will be there right away," Huanglong replied to Longlin.

The dragon scales shimmered with a blue light, and a burst of laughter rang out: "You've got a conscience, kid. Come to the Dragon Court quickly, I need to talk to you." With that, the light faded, and the dragon scales flew back into the yellow dragon's hand automatically.

A hint of surprise flashed across Huanglong's face. It seemed that the aura he had displayed among the humans had been detected by the ancestor. "It's been tens of thousands of years since I've returned to the Dragon Clan. I'll go back and see what the ancestor wants with me!"

After a moment's hesitation, he immediately changed direction, and the streak of light drew a straight line as he flew towards the East China Sea.

Upon arriving at the East Sea, Huanglong discerned the location of the Dragon Court, then plunged into the deep blue waters. Following his senses, he descended, traversing countless layers of seawater, until he reached the depths of the East Sea abyss. The illusory gate of the Dragon Clan's ancestral court remained in the pitch-black abyss, its surface shrouded in countless mysterious runes, making it exceptionally conspicuous.

The moment Huanglong passed through the illusory gate, he felt a dizzying sensation of spatial transformation. The heavy pressure around him suddenly disappeared, replaced by the familiar, extremely pure innate spiritual energy.

Without delay, Huanglong went straight to the Azure Dragon Palace, where the Azure Dragon Ancestor was meditating.

Before the main hall, Huang Long straightened his clothes and strode towards the palace. Just as he reached the gate, he paused for a moment, then took out a jade box and held it with both hands. Inside the box were two ginseng fruits, the very innate spiritual fruits given to him by Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple.

"Ancestor, I've come to see you!"

Holding the gifts, Huanglong shouted loudly at the entrance of the main hall, his voice so loud that all the other dragons in the Dragon Court turned to look at him in surprise.

"Who dares to be so bold as to shout and yell in front of the Ancestor's gate!" a dragon in the True Immortal Realm exclaimed in shock.

The other dragons were completely baffled; none of them knew who this person was.

At that moment, a laughing and scolding voice came from inside the hall: "What are you shouting for? Hurry up and come in. Do you expect me, your patriarch, to personally come out and greet you, the disciple of a saint?"

Upon hearing the voice of the Azure Dragon Ancestor, the Yellow Dragon chuckled and stepped into the hall.

The hall was spacious and bright, with the walls covered with epic murals depicting the dragons' annihilation of ferocious beasts, their overwhelming power over the phoenix and qilin clans, and their eventual retreat to the four seas, recording the rise and fall of the dragon race since its birth.

In the center of the main hall, an old man in green robes sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes gleaming with divine light, looking exactly the same as he did tens of thousands of years ago. He was none other than the Azure Dragon Ancestor.

Qinglong glared at Huanglong as he entered, saying, "You little brat, have you forgotten your ancestor now that you have a teacher? Is it because I didn't call you that you never come to the Dragon Clan to see your ancestor?"

Huang Longli trotted forward and squatted down beside the old ancestor: "How could that be? Look, I came all this way just to see you! I even brought you a gift!"

As he spoke, Huang Long opened the jade box in his hand, and immediately a burst of spiritual light emanated from it, filling the entire hall with a delicate fragrance. Two ginseng fruits, shaped like infants, lay quietly inside the box.

The Azure Dragon ignored the spiritual fruit in the jade box and instead looked the Yellow Dragon up and down.

"Your cultivation level...!"

Azure Dragon's voice rang out with a hint of surprise, "The last time I saw you in Kunlun, you had only recently become a Golden Immortal, less than half a cycle, and you've already stepped into the Taiyi realm?"

His tone was filled with disbelief, "Moreover... your foundation in the Great Dao far surpasses that of ordinary Taiyi cultivators, and your magical power is profound. It seems that your choice to send you to study under a sage was absolutely correct?"

"I must thank you, Ancestor, for giving me this opportunity. I certainly cannot let you down, otherwise how could I live up to your teachings!"

Qinglong burst into laughter before looking at the jade box in Huanglong's hand.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Ginseng fruit? Two of them? You little fellow are quite lucky to have managed to get such a treasure from Zhen Yuanzi."

"Zhenyuan Daxian and I are good friends...!"

Huanglong caused Hongyun to self-destruct, and he was sent by his grandmaster to collect Hongyun's true spirit... He encountered Zhenyuanzi...! The story is roughly told to Qinglong.

"So that's how it is! This Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi is truly a man of principle, willing to avenge his friend by hunting down that Kunpeng for tens of thousands of years."

Azure Dragon examined the ginseng fruit closely, exclaiming, "The fruit produced by a top-grade innate spiritual root is indeed extraordinary. However..."

Qinglong changed the subject, pushing the jade box back into Huanglong's hand. "You should take it back. This fruit is no longer of much use to me, Ancestor. You are at a crucial stage in your cultivation, so it's wise for you to keep it for yourself."

Huang Long hurriedly said, "How can we take back what the Ancestor has given us? Besides, I've already given these ginseng fruits to my master, my senior uncle, and my senior uncle Tongtian. These two were specially reserved for you."

Upon hearing this, a hint of relief flashed in Qinglong's eyes, and he no longer refused: "In that case, I, the Ancestor, will accept it." He reached out and took the jade box, carefully putting it away.

The old man and the young man chatted for a while longer. Huanglong recounted his experiences traveling, while Qinglong occasionally chimed in with comments. The atmosphere in the hall was warm and harmonious.

However, during their conversation, Huanglong noticed that the Azure Dragon Ancestor seemed to have some worries hidden between his brows, unlike his relaxed demeanor.

After a moment, Qinglong put away his casual expression and became serious: "Little guy, the reason I called you back this time is that I have something important to discuss with you."

Huang Long said solemnly, "Please enlighten me, Ancestor."

"Come with me!"

Seeing Qinglong's caution, Huanglong couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and followed him out of the main hall.