Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The man was tall and slender, with a handsome and refined face, his features upright and gentle, and a very faint smile on his lips.

He was dressed in a plain white robe, which made him stand out from the scorched earth and surging demonic energy of the demon realm.

If you were to encounter such a person in the primordial world, who wouldn't say that he was an immortal being, extraordinary and unique?

But this is the Demon Realm, and the surrounding area is still filled with the destructive aura emanating from that crimson demonic lightning.

The existence that could approach Huanglong silently and almost kill him with a single bolt of lightning was something Huanglong could easily guess.

Demon Saint.

Huang Long's heart sank.

He originally thought that the Demon Realm was just a world opened up by the Demon Ancestor Rahu with his own Great Dao, and that it was already the limit to nurture a Demon King at the Quasi-Saint level!

Unexpectedly, a true saint is hidden in this demon realm.

The person before him was not Luo Hou. He had seen the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou make a move outside the ancestral land of the Qilin Clan, and the aura of the person before him was completely different.

There are actually two saints in the Demon Realm?

Huang Long suppressed his shock, but showed no sign of it on his face.

The man in white looked at Huang Long with a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he was enjoying Huang Long's disheveled appearance, or perhaps observing how Huang Long would react next.

He suddenly spoke, his voice clear and gentle: "You seem quite surprised to see me?"

Huang Long neither showed any bravado nor denied anything.

He nodded frankly.

Because he truly did not recognize the person in front of him.

The man in white seemed quite satisfied with his honesty, a slight smile playing on his lips, a smile that sent chills down Huang Long's spine.

He slowly said, "My name is Jidu."

Huang Long's heart tightened suddenly.

Jidu.

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He had certainly heard of that name before.

In the oldest legends of the primordial world, Jidu was the most capable general under Luo Hou, and the only demonic cultivator under Luo Hou who could directly confront Zu Long, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin.

Unexpectedly, Ji Du not only did not perish, but also achieved the position of Demon Saint in this Demon Realm.

Now that this Demon Saint has personally shown himself, their identities have naturally been exposed, so there's no need for them to pretend to be Demon Kings anymore.

As he thought this, the dense and pure demonic energy around him slowly faded away, revealing his true form.

The demonic runes around his body dissipated, his dark red demonic eyes returned to a clear light gold, and the Taoist robe that had been tattered by the demonic lightning revealed its original color again.

Huang Long straightened his clothes, bowed respectfully to Ji Du, and said, "Huang Long greets Senior Ji Du."

"Huanglong".

Jidu murmured the name, a hint of reminiscence flashing across his face, but in the end he just shook his head, as if he couldn't find any information about the name in his long memory.

His gaze returned to Huanglong, with a hint of genuine admiration: "You've got guts, daring to venture deep into the Demon Realm and steal its essence."

Huang Longqian chuckled but didn't reply.

He didn't come here to steal any demonic essence; he was clearly sent by his three masters to guard the flag.

But this must never be said.

Just then, three more beams of light pierced through the void and landed behind Huanglong one after another.

Xuandu, Duobao, and Guangchengzi arrived at the same time.

In addition to their respective spiritual treasures, the three of them simultaneously unleashed the primordial sword energy bestowed by the Heavenly Emperor.

Jidu's gaze passed over Huanglong and landed on Xuandu and the other two. His eyes lingered on Xuandu for a moment before looking at the sword energy in Duobao and Guangchengzi's hands.

He frowned slightly, as if looking at something extremely familiar.

Then he suddenly grinned, a smile that carried a chilling pleasure:

"Everyone's here, that's good. Now that you're here, I can't let you leave so easily. Otherwise, my elder brother will blame me for not being a good host."

Upon hearing this, Huang Long and the other three all changed color.

This is the moment they've been waiting for.

Four streams of primordial sword energy shot out from the four men's hands almost simultaneously.

The moment those four sword energies appeared, the world suddenly lost its color.

The attack left by the Tongtian Sect Leader was simultaneously triggered, and four sword energies intersected, overlapped, and connected in the void with an extremely complex trajectory. In an instant, a miniature version of the Zhuxian Sword Formation was formed out of thin air, firmly protecting Huanglong and the other three within the formation.

Although the sword formation was small, the array composed of four sword energies of the Immortal Slaughtering Origin already possessed some of the essence of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation. Within the formation, sword intent surged and killing intent soared to the sky, enough to withstand a saint's breath.

Jidu's expression changed slightly, but he then smiled instead of getting angry.

With a casual wave of his hand, the atmosphere of the entire Demon Realm suddenly changed.

Endless calamities descended.

Blood-red lightning struck down like a torrential rain, tearing countless bottomless cracks in the earth amidst a deafening roar. Fiery magma erupted from the ground, and numerous volcanoes erupted simultaneously, their black and red plumes of smoke shooting straight into the sky.

Rivers flowed backward, mountains collapsed, and countless calamities unfolded simultaneously within a radius of billions of miles, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Countless calamities surged from all directions toward the miniature version of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, frantically tearing at the thin layer of sword light.

If it weren't for the support of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation formed by the four primordial sword energies, Huanglong and his companions would probably have been swallowed up by that terrifying calamity power by now.

What shocked the four even more was that the calamity caused by Jidu not only enveloped the demonic realm in front of them, but also the land behind them, which was shrouded by the four array flags and was filled with the aura of the primordial heavenly way, was also plagued by frequent disasters.

The heavens and earth turned upside down, and demonic lightning rolled. Those disciples of the Chan and Jie sects who had not yet left the trial area did not even have a chance to react. The life-saving jade tokens bestowed by the sages in their hands were activated spontaneously under the stimulation of the calamity.

Beams of holy light rose from their bodies, enveloping all the disciples and transforming into pillars of light that pierced the sky of the Demon Realm, guiding them back to the Primordial World.

In an instant, thousands of beams of light rose and fell in the trial area, like ten thousand swords ascending.

Huanglong and his three companions huddled within the Zhuxian Sword Formation, horrified by the apocalyptic scene outside.

But there was no despair in their eyes.

Just then, as the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was about to expire, a sudden change occurred in the depths of the void behind them.

A terrifying sword aura slashed down from the end of the void, tearing through layers of demonic clouds.

The sword energy was extremely sharp, and its appearance immediately made Jidu's expression become serious.

Immediately following behind was another banner of light, its chaotic energy surging like the first ray of light at the beginning of creation, carrying unstoppable power as it slashed straight toward Jidu.