Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

South China Sea.

Huanglong and Ziling rode the fire qilin, setting off from Jin'ao Island, crossing the entire East China Sea, and finally entering the South China Sea.

The South China Sea is completely different from the East China Sea.

The East Sea is vast and bustling, with the water palace of the Dragon Clan and the islands of the Ten Thousand Immortals.

The South China Sea was even more bustling, after all, the Southern Continent was once the battlefield between the Wu and Yao races. And later, the rise of the human race drove away many creatures who preferred quiet cultivation, a large part of whom entered the South China Sea.

After all, although the dragon clan is the leader in the South China Sea, they usually hide in the Dragon Palace and rarely appear in the world!

Lin Yi carried the two people, riding on auspicious clouds, flying over the South China Sea for a long time, until a region shrouded in white mist gradually appeared on the sea ahead, at which point Huanglong made it stop.

Penglai Immortal Island!

The island had drifted from the East China Sea to the South China Sea, much to Huang Long's surprise.

The first island he repaired after leaving the Dragon Clan's ancestral home.

It was during that restoration that he received merit from the Heavenly Dao, which allowed him to repay the karmic debts of the dragon race.

This made Qinglong and Zulong see his potential and willing to invest in him.

It was precisely because of the foundation laid by that merit that Qinglong was able to use up the karma between himself and Yuanshi Tianzun to become Yuanshi Tianzun's disciple.

Without Penglai Island, there would be no Huanglong today.

Unexpectedly, after so many years of twists and turns, he has finally returned to this island and is about to settle down here again.

As if sensing the arrival of Huanglong, the island, which had been shrouded in mist for countless years, spontaneously dispelled the fog.

As the sea breeze blows, layer upon layer of white mist is slowly drawn back, revealing the true face of Penglai Island.

On the vast island, mountains rise and fall in waves, stretching from the coast into the depths of the island. The mountains are lush and green, with dense forests and streams winding down from the mountains to flow into the sea.

Birds flitted and sang in the forest, and beasts ran and frolicked on the hillside.

The island is teeming with life and teeming with creatures.

These are the descendants of a group of beings who migrated from the outside world when Huanglong repaired Penglai Immortal Island, and they have multiplied to this day.

Huang Long looked at all of this and nodded in satisfaction.

Although the concentration of spiritual energy was a bit low, it didn't matter to Huanglong.

On the contrary, Zi Ling carefully examined the entire Penglai Immortal Island and then curled her lips in disdain.

"Master, is this the place we're looking for? The spiritual energy is so thin, there isn't even a decent spiritual root."

Zi Ling's voice was full of disappointment.

If Penglai Island had not been destroyed in the great war, it would definitely have been one of the most blessed lands in the primordial world.

However, compared to the Five Elements Grotto Heaven of Huanglong in Kunlun Mountain, although it is much larger in area, the concentration of spiritual energy and the Daoist charm are far inferior.

No wonder Zi Ling didn't like her.

Since being enlightened by Huanglong, she has been cultivating in the most supreme sacred mountain in the primordial world.

Huang Long, however, did not care about this.

With his current abilities, transforming Penglai Immortal Island into a world brimming with spiritual energy would be a piece of cake.

He chose this place for no other reason than two words...

What a coincidence!

This place has too many deep ties to him. From cultivating Penglai to gaining merit, to becoming a disciple of the Chan Sect to change his destiny, and now to establishing a sect and spreading the lineage, it is as if there is a thread that has always connected him here.

Returning today is simply a matter of following that line to where it was meant to be.

Just as Huanglong, Ziling, and Linyi, who had transformed into human form, landed on the highest peak, before they could even see their surroundings clearly, a furious shout suddenly rang out:

"What kind of creature dares to trespass on this island!"

The voice was rough, carrying an undisguised wariness and hostility.

Before the words had even faded, several beams of spiritual light burst forth from all directions, landing around the three of them like exploding fireworks, completely surrounding Huang Long and his companions.

Huang Long glanced at it casually.

There were six or seven beings who came, with varying levels of cultivation. The highest cultivation level among them was only the late Golden Immortal stage, and the lowest was only the Celestial Immortal stage.

They all had different appearances, and were all independent cultivators who had attained enlightenment from plant spirits and strange beasts.

The leader was a tall man with the cultivation level of a late-stage Golden Immortal. He had long, dark blue hair that cascaded down his shoulders like seaweed, and his face had a rugged profile with several fine white scales growing between his eyebrows.

He was surrounded by a misty haze, and a faint, transparent stream of water meandered around his body like a serpent.

Huang Long immediately recognized that the man's true form was a Fuzhu, a legendary mythical beast that resembled a white deer with four horns on its head and was born with the ability to control the laws of water.

Clearly, he was the leader of this place, or rather, the strongest among these creatures.

To the left of the man stood a woman, wearing a grass-green dress, with a slender figure and a delicate face, but with a somewhat timid expression.

Her hair was like delicate, tender vines, with a few small, oval, light green leaves growing on them, and she exuded a refreshing, herbal fragrance.

This is an ancient vine that has taken human form. Its cultivation level is at the early stage of Golden Immortal. Its true form has wrapped around this mountain tens of thousands of times.

A little further back stood an elderly man with a gaunt face and brownish skin.

His beard and hair were like pine needles, dry and stiff. His body was slightly hunched, and he stood there like an old pine tree that had been blown askew by the wind. He was an ancient pine tree that had attained enlightenment and had cultivated to the late stage of the Celestial Immortal realm.

Further on, there was a young couple, who looked like brother and sister.

Both were dressed in dark blue clothes, with a few bluish-black scales faintly visible on their necks, and webbed fingers that were visible to the naked eye. They stood on the outermost side, not daring to get too close.

These are a pair of azure-scaled water snakes in human form, a rare aquatic species in the sea, one at the mid-stage of the Celestial Immortal realm and the other at the early-stage.

At the very edge stood a robust young man with a few steel-needle-like whiskers on his face. When he opened his mouth, two rows of sharp teeth were visible. He was a Xuanjia crab spirit from the sea who had attained enlightenment and was at the late stage of the Celestial Immortal realm. There were faint fluctuations of the metal element law around him.

Although these creatures were "surrounding" Huang Long and his two companions, their faces were full of vigilance, and some even appeared fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.

Having lived on this Penglai Immortal Island for so long, they have long regarded it as their own territory, and outsiders rarely set foot here.

Now, suddenly three unpredictable individuals descend from the sky and land on the highest peak of Penglai Immortal Island. How could they not panic?

Zi Ling glanced at the creatures, then at Huang Long, and said softly, "Master, this place already has an owner. Should we find another place to practice?"

Her tone was hesitant, but her obvious disdain was written all over her face; she clearly wished Huanglong would move to another place.

Before Huang Long could speak, Lin Yi jumped out first, hands on his hips, his face full of disdain:

"Don't worry, boss. They're just some ants who dare to compete with the master for his dojo. We'll just deal with them."

As a Taiyi Golden Immortal, he naturally looked down on these beings at the Heavenly Immortal and Golden Immortal realms.

Zi Ling slapped Lin Yi on the back of the head with a crisp, loud crack.

"The master hasn't even spoken, who gave you the right to interrupt?"