Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Duobao's eyes lit up, and he was already planning which spiritual mountains in the prehistoric world the Jie Sect should occupy as its outer sect training grounds.

Just then, the Sage Taiqing, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

His voice remained calm, yet it silenced everyone present.

"Third brother, the Five Emperors of the Human Race are about to be born. The first teacher of the Five Emperors belongs to the Jie Sect. You will be chosen to send one of your disciples to assist this generation's Human Emperor."

These words came so suddenly that even the Primordial Celestial Venerable turned his head slightly.

The Tongtian Sect Leader was also taken aback, then nodded.

He hesitated for a moment, then glanced at his disciples.

Jinling, Wudang, Zhao Gongming, and the Three Immortals!

Among the disciples personally taught by the Tongtian Sect Master, in terms of cultivation and seniority, aside from Duobao, Jinling should have been ranked first.

However, the Tongtian Sect Leader finally focused his gaze on the figure who had been standing among the crowd, with a cold expression and hardly speaking.

"Let Wudang take over the position of First Imperial Tutor."

The Tongtian Sect Leader looked at the Wudang Holy Mother, his tone calm yet unquestionable, "Don't disappoint your master."

A hint of surprise flashed across the face of the Holy Mother of Wudang.

Although she was also a disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, she never imagined that the position of Imperial Tutor would fall into her hands.

The fact that the Tongtian Sect Leader chose her, rather than Jin Ling, for such a momentous task as assisting the Human Emperor and becoming the Imperial Tutor was a huge surprise to her.

But since her master had specifically asked for her name, there was no reason for her to refuse. Wudang stepped forward and respectfully bowed, saying, "This disciple will obey Master's command."

Then the figures of the Three Pure Ones disappeared simultaneously.

The Three Pure Ones left too quickly, without even leaving a word of "dispersed".

The area in front of Biyou Palace fell silent again, leaving only the disciples staring at each other in bewilderment.

After a moment of silence, the usually inconspicuous Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, Daoist Randeng, coughed lightly and stepped out from the corner.

His face still wore that desolate and calm expression, and he held the ancient bronze lamp in his hand. The lamplight was dim, but it flickered slightly when he spoke:

"Now that everything is settled, everyone can leave."

After saying this, he nodded slightly to the crowd, then rode a cloud and slowly flew away from Jin'ao Island.

Surprisingly, Cihang, Wenshu, Puxian, and Julusun, four disciples of the Chan Sect, exchanged glances and followed behind Randeng Daoren without prior arrangement, quickly disappearing into the clouds and mist of the East Sea.

Huang Long raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing this.

He nudged Guang Chengzi beside him with his elbow, gestured with his lip in the direction where Randeng Daoren had left, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, our vice leader has quietly won everyone over. He's clearly trying to sideline you."

Guang Chengzi's expression was somewhat unpleasant, but he didn't say anything more, only letting out a soft hum and turning his gaze elsewhere.

Huang Long understood.

Although Daoist Ran Deng joined the sect relatively late, he held the position of vice leader. Although he did not participate in sect affairs on a regular basis, his strength and prestige were not to be underestimated.

Cihang, Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Julusun followed behind him, not so much because they were being recruited, but because they were drawn together by the Great Dao.

Guang Chengzi bowed to Xuan Du and Duo Bao, then, together with the Antarctic Immortal, transformed into a golden light and disappeared into the sky!

Among the disciples of the Chan Sect, Daoxing, Qingxu, Chijingzi, Lingbao, and others bowed to Huanglong and the others to bid them farewell, and each rode auspicious clouds to follow Guangchengzi away.

Taiyi and Yuding did not rush to leave; they both glanced at Huanglong.

Huang Long waved to them, indicating that they should go first.

Taiyi understood, grabbed Yun Zhongzi who was still in a daze, and called out to Yu Ding. The three of them then rode the large gourd and flew away from Jin'ao Island.

After the disciples of the Chan Sect left.

Xuandu walked over and handed a black bead about the size of an egg to Huanglong.

The bead was a deep, dark color, emanating a cold aura. Something seemed to be slowly circulating inside, exuding a faint yet extremely tenacious life force.

Huang Long took the bead with some surprise. He probed it with his divine sense and was astonished to find that a nearly transparent true spirit was sealed inside.

The true spirit's appearance was none other than the Flame Demon that Xuandu had captured alive.

At this moment, the Flame Demon only had a trace of its true spirit left; its life's great Dao, flesh and blood, origin, and divine soul had all been drained.

If it weren't for the outer layer of restrictions that kept the true spirit of this black bead from dissipating, it would probably have vanished into the world long ago.

"This is what the teacher asked me to give to my senior."

Xuan Du smiled and said casually, "The teacher said you can use it."

Huang Long's heart stirred slightly.

The Sage Taiqing had Xuandu give this to him, probably for other reasons besides knowing that Xuandu was evolving the Demon Realm.

A demon king's true spirit stripped of its origin would be useless to others, but in his hands, it could slowly recover with the help of the demonic realm within the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl.

This is indeed a very suitable gift.

Without saying much, he threw the black bead into the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, letting it absorb the demonic energy within and recover a trace of its original essence first.

It would be a pity if he truly perished, as true spirits at the Quasi-Saint level are extremely rare.

After finishing this task, Huang Long's gaze fell on Wu Dang, who was not far away.

He stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the Holy Mother Wudang, and said earnestly, "Junior Sister Wudang, the position of Imperial Tutor is something you should take seriously."

Upon hearing this, a hint of solemnity flashed across the usually aloof and cold face of the Holy Mother Wudang.

Although she didn't know why Huang Long was reminding her so solemnly, she knew that Huang Long must have his reasons for saying so.

She nodded slightly and returned the greeting: "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Huanglong. I will remember it."

After saying that, Wu Dang and Jin Ling left the square together with Gui Ling.

At this moment, outside Jin'ao Island, waves of energy emanated from the collision of supernatural powers, spells, and magical treasures.

Clearly, a conflict broke out among the disciples of the Jie Sect while they were vying for those unclaimed immortal islands!

Duobao and Zhao Gongming's expressions changed, and they hurriedly bid farewell to Huanglong and Xuandu before leaving.

The Three Immortals wanted to stay and say a few more words to Huanglong, but seeing Zhao Gongming's departing figure, they all took their leave at the same time.

Before long, only Huanglong, Xuandu, Ziling, Linyi, and the green ox that appeared out of nowhere remained in front of Biyou Palace.

Xuandu looked at Huanglong and asked with a smile, "Senior brother, where do you wish to choose as your training ground? Would you like to reserve a mountain for your junior brother?"

Huang Long smiled upon hearing this.

He patted Xuandu on the shoulder, his tone half-joking and half-serious: "Junior brother, don't worry. When Ziling establishes its own sect, you will be the Supreme Elder, and you'll definitely have your own territory."

Zi Ling nodded frantically, completely agreeing with Huang Long's suggestion.

After a few words of laughter and conversation, Huang Long suddenly thought of a place and his heart stirred.

That place had a great affinity with him, making it the perfect place to set up a temple.

He pulled Zi Ling up and leaped onto Lin Yi's back.

Two streams of excited flames spewed from the fire qilin's nostrils, its four hooves treading on the air, and auspicious clouds gathered beneath its feet.

Huang Long patted Lin Yi on the neck and casually pointed south: "Go over there."

With a clear, melodious cry, Lin Yi pushed off with its four hooves, and amidst the surging auspicious clouds, it carried Huanglong and Ziling, breaking through the clouds and flying towards the direction Huanglong pointed.

Xuandu stood there watching them leave, shook his head and chuckled, then pulled the green ox and flew towards Shouyang Mountain.