Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"No!"

Looking at the mountain peak so close at hand, Huang Long felt a strange emotion creeping into his heart, knowing that he would never have the chance to truly reach the summit of Buzhou Mountain again.

He couldn't explain why he felt this way, but under that feeling, continuing to climb was meaningless.

However, just as he was feeling lost, a very subtle yet incredibly clear tremor suddenly came from the Buzhou Mountain beneath him!

The tremor didn't originate from an external force, but rather from the very core of Mount Buzhou, as if some mechanism dormant for countless eons had been quietly triggered. Immediately afterward, an aura even more vast than Mount Buzhou descended, instantly enveloping the Yellow Dragon completely!

"...!?"

Before Huang Long could even feel a sense of shock, his consciousness instantly sank into darkness.

......!

In a daze, Huanglong found himself in a boundless expanse, with no light or darkness, in a state of chaos.

Suddenly, a figure whose magnificence defies description appeared from the chaos!

Its figure is majestic, holding an ancient giant axe, and standing on a blue lotus. Just by standing quietly, it seems to be the source of all power and the center of chaos!

Pangu!

Huang Long was deeply shaken and instantly understood.

Then, the great god Pangu swung his giant axe and cleaved fiercely at the boundless chaos!

"Boom—Crack!!!"

The deafening roar of an axe cleaving through chaos echoed within it!

The laws of earth, water, fire, and wind constantly surge, collide, annihilate, and evolve, bringing forth new life.

After thirty-six blows, the giant axe shattered, chaos was torn apart, and the clear and the turbid began to differentiate!

The pure air rises and the turbid air descends, yet heaven and earth seem to be in a state of recombination, with the chaotic air currents being squeezed wildly.

Pangu then raised his hands to the sky and his feet to the ground, standing tall between heaven and earth!

The pure qi rises one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) each day, the turbid qi thickens by one zhang each day, and Pangu's body also grows one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) each day!

Huanglong "watched" the sky grow higher and higher, the earth grow thicker and thicker, and the figure of the great god Pangu, standing tall between heaven and earth, became more and more majestic.

Finally, he saw the sun and moon reflected in Pangu's eyes, his breath transformed into wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning, his voice became the rumbling sounds of heaven, his skin became the vast earth, his blood became the rushing rivers, his sweat became the sweet rain that nourishes all things, and his towering spine became the Buzhou Mountain...!

He witnessed the creation and evolution of the primordial world! The infinite laws of the Great Dao intertwined, were born, and evolved before his very eyes...!

Huanglong slowly awoke and found himself still not far from the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

With a slight circulation of his magical power, he discovered that not only was his physical body stable at the mid-stage of Taiyi, but his cultivation realm had also unknowingly broken through the bottleneck and entered the mid-stage of Taiyi as well! His primordial spirit became increasingly clear, and his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth became more profound.

Huang Long thought about what had just happened: "I think I had a dream, in which I saw Pangu creating the world...!"

"I think I had a dream, a dream about...!"

"Hey, my cultivation has broken through to the mid-stage of Taiyi."

Huang Long was surprised to find that his cultivation had broken through while he was asleep. "But it seems like I've forgotten something!"

Huanglong looked at the summit of Buzhou Mountain, which was so close at hand.

"Since we're already here, even if it's meaningless, we should still go up and take a look."

Huang Long put his disappointment aside and strode towards the mountaintop!

A moment later, there was only an incredibly open, flat, and vast platform on the mountaintop, as if it had been flattened by something!

The moment his feet touched the summit platform, Huanglong reached the top! He had successfully ascended to the summit of Buzhou Mountain!

However, he did not reach the true summit of Mount Buzhou!

Huanglong stands atop the mountain, surveying its surroundings.

The place is completely empty, with only the most primitive rocks. A punch can leave no mark at all; they are incredibly hard.

From the mountainside to the summit, he searched carefully, hoping to find traces of some innate spiritual treasures or spiritual roots, but to no avail.

It's nothing but stones.

"As expected, there was nothing there. Even if there was, it was all looted by those innate deities with deeper origins and greater fortune than myself after they visited."

Huang Long felt a little regretful, but quickly came to terms with it.

Reaching the summit is already a blessing, let alone breaking through in both physical body and cultivation, which is an immense gain.

More importantly, over the past thousand years, he has been constantly feeling, confronting, and comprehending the oppressive Daoist aura left behind by the Great God Pangu, which has given him a deeper understanding of his own Dao.

He wandered around the bare mountaintop.

Suddenly, a huge fist imprint came into Huanglong's view!

The fist imprint was deeply etched on the mountain rock, surrounded by countless shattered rocks, as if a supreme being had once struck here in anger, shattering a part of the summit of Buzhou Mountain, which Huanglong had not even been able to leave a trace of!

"This is......!"

Huang Long was shocked. Anyone who could leave such a deep fist imprint here must be at least a quasi-saint.

He approached and examined it closely. There seemed to be a faint trace of heat remaining in the fist imprint, a desolate aura that made his heart tremble.

Huanglong looked at the scattered pebbles around him, collected them all, and put them into the Xuanhuang Realm.

He tried to chip off a few more pieces from the mountain, using all his magical power and even his newly broken physical strength, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't chip off a single rock.

"Sigh, forget it, it's just some rocks, what's so great about them?" Huang Long shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to give up. He then scavenged all the movable rubble on the mountaintop, leaving not a single piece behind.

It's time to go down the mountain.

Huang Long turned around and walked down the mountain.

For some unknown reason, the oppressive aura of Mount Buzhou suddenly dissipated, making his descent exceptionally easy and his speed far exceeding that of the ascent.

In just a few years, he returned to the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain.

Upon arriving here, the oppressive force that had previously pressed Huanglong so tightly against the earth had largely dissipated, and Huanglong felt no discomfort whatsoever.

Huanglong raised a cloud of auspiciousness and began to fly close to the mountain, circling Buzhou Mountain.

Since there is no treasure at the top of the mountain, perhaps there are still some hidden places on the mountainside that have been missed?

He spent several years meticulously scanning with his divine sense, leaving no unusual place unchecked, but ultimately found nothing.

Clearly, the predecessors searched very carefully.

Finally, he had no choice but to settle for second best. He found some giant trees and ancient plants that had been nurtured by Buzhou Mountain for countless years at the foot of the mountain and transplanted them into the Xuanhuang Realm to add some vitality to that world.

With the matter of Buzhou Mountain settled, Huanglong no longer lingered.

He identified the direction and flew towards the location where the Lich and Demon races had fought tens of thousands of years ago.

However, when he arrived at that battlefield...!