Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Xuan Du waved his hand, and one end of the golden rope flew into his hand.

He held the rope, dragging the Flame Demon step by step towards the direction shrouded in the aura of the array flags, as if leading a disobedient animal.

The fire demon was initially struggling and cursing, but when Xuandu dragged him into the area covered by the array flags, the anger on his face instantly turned into endless terror.

He discovered that the origin of the Great Dao within his body was rapidly dissipating!

The original, vast source of demonic power was stripped away layer by layer, dissolved, and finally devoured.

The Balrog roared, struggled, howled, and begged for mercy...!

The fire demon's aura dropped off in segments.

Beside the array flags on the other side, Huanglong naturally sensed the commotion from Xuandu's side as well.

When he learned that Xuandu had actually captured a demon king alive, he was stunned for a moment, and then a look of heartache appeared on his face.

If he had known, he would have slowly dealt with the Demon King, stalled him, and then found an opportunity to trap him.

If we could capture the Demon King alive and refine his quasi-saint essence, it would be a very considerable gain.

Pity!

Now that Demon King has escaped, and the news has reached the depths of the Demon Realm, it's hard to say whether the next Demon King who comes knocking will be as easy to deal with as he was.

Huang Long sighed inwardly.

Well, they've already run away. They can only wait for the next demon king to come knocking on their door before figuring out what to do.

Even a demon king in the late stage of quasi-sainthood is acceptable.

But Huanglong never expected that the next one to come knocking on his door would not be the Demon King, but the Demon Saint.

Since the Flame Demon, a quasi-saint realm being captured alive by Xuan Du, the demonic forces surrounding this trial area have fallen completely silent.

Those demon kings who had been driving the lower-level demons toward the trial area all seemed to have agreed to withdraw their claws at the same time.

They're not stupid.

A mid-stage Quasi-Saint Flame Demon was captured alive, and a Quasi-Saint Demon King had half his body smashed by a single punch and fled back in a sorry state. What this means is obvious even to a fool.

Nobody wants to be the third unlucky one.

As a result, the number of demons entering the trial area began to decrease rapidly.

Later on, almost no new demons poured in from the outside.

The demons in the region were quickly wiped out by the combined efforts of the disciples of the Chan and Jie sects.

The once fiercely contested training ground gradually quieted down, the sounds of battle on the ground became sparse, and finally fell silent.

The corpses of monsters piled up across the wasteland and hills, and dark red demon blood accumulated in the low-lying areas, forming steaming blood lakes.

The disciples began searching in small groups for those who had slipped through the net and were hiding deep underground or in spatial rifts, but they found fewer and fewer prey, and a situation of too many monks and too little porridge began to emerge.

Some of the more hot-tempered disciples were already on the verge of drawing their swords.

Several small-scale conflicts broke out between the disciples of the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect over a hidden demon.

Although they didn't actually fight, their verbal exchanges became increasingly sharp, old grudges were rekindled, and both sides were getting increasingly angry.

If it weren't for the strict order against killing fellow disciples, some disciples would probably have already been unable to restrain themselves and were ready to fight.

Some of the bolder disciples even considered trying to bypass the area blocked by the array flags.

They gazed at the world beyond the region, where gray-black demonic energy surged, and pondered in their hearts that there were even more demons outside that they could hunt.

But just as they approached the edge of the array's coverage area, they were stopped by four invisible forces. Huanglong, Xuandu, Duobao, and Guangchengzi were each guarding a region; how could they allow these disciples to cross the line under their noses?

Although the disciples who were stopped and turned back were unwilling, they dared not disobey the will of the four quasi-saints, so they had no choice but to slink back into the area and continue searching for the nearly extinct demons.

On this day, Huanglong was sitting cross-legged beside the array flags, using his mind to maintain the evolution of the demonic realm within the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl.

The demonic realm within the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl expanded to several times its previous size, the world's origin became increasingly profound, and the laws within that small demonic realm became more and more perfect.

He devoted a portion of his mind to devising ways to further connect this demonic realm with the Great Dao of the Demon Realm.

If this step succeeds, he can use this demonic realm as a springboard to gain a deeper understanding of the core mysteries of the demonic realm's heavenly way.

Just as his thoughts were sinking into the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, he suddenly sensed something.

Something strange happened between heaven and earth.

The anomaly was extremely subtle, almost imperceptible, like an ice needle gently touching his primordial spirit.

Huanglong's pupils suddenly contracted.

A sense of impending doom welled up from the depths of his heart, sending chills down his spine.

He looked up almost at the same instant he sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.

A blood-red bolt of demonic lightning appeared above his head without warning.

The bolt of demonic lightning was as thick as a pillar of heaven, and its color was a deep, dark crimson, like congealed blood.

The speed at which the demonic lightning struck was faster than Huanglong's mental reaction speed. He didn't even have time to think of dodging before the demonic lightning had already slammed heavily onto the top of his head.

With a deafening roar, the ripples shattered the entire demon realm, which stretched for millions of miles. The entire area collapsed suddenly, and countless cracks spread wildly outwards from Huanglong as the center. Earth and rocks flew everywhere, and demonic energy surged and churned!

A huge pit appeared where Huanglong had originally been sitting cross-legged.

The pit was bottomless, and the residual power of the crimson lightning still lingered on its walls, with fine red arcs of electricity leaping and crackling.

At the bottom of the deep pit, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Huang Long knelt on the ground, clutching the array flag in his hand, and barely managed to stand up.

His hair stood on end, his Taoist robe was mostly torn, and his body was covered with charred wounds.

Huang Long grinned, looked down at the lightning strike wounds all over his body that were still glowing red, and felt a lingering fear in his heart.

The power of this crimson lightning was so terrifying that even with his Ancestral Witch-level physique, he was almost shattered by it.

If it were a quasi-saint without his physical strength, his primordial spirit would probably be completely obliterated by the lightning.

Moreover, it was precisely because part of his mind was immersed in the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl that evolved into the Demon Realm.

He managed to summon the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl in time, absorbing some of the power of the Blood Lightning; otherwise, his situation would only have worsened.

To his regret, the already formed demon realm was completely reduced to nothingness under the bombardment of the blood lightning, leaving only wisps of demonic energy containing the aura of calamity.

A wisp of primordial sword energy appeared in his other hand.

That was the primordial sword energy drawn by the Tongtian Sect Leader from the Four Swords of Zhuxian, capable of unleashing a saint's strike.

Perhaps because it sensed that the crimson lightning wouldn't kill Huanglong, it wasn't activated.

However, Huanglong took the initiative to unleash it at this moment to prevent another blood lightning strike.

Huanglong looked up at the surging demonic energy in the void, ready to unleash his attack as soon as it arrived.

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique within his body was also operating wildly, gradually refining the residual power of the demonic lightning that had invaded his body.

After a moment, Huang Long straightened up again.

He took a deep breath to calm the surging blood in his body, and slowly rose from the deep pit with the array flag, before falling back to the edge of the pit.

A man in white stood on the ground beside the pit.