Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"In the worst-case scenario... the world will become unstable, and the world will be turned upside down."

The news narrated by Yuanshi Tianzun in a somber tone overlapped with everything that Huanglong remembered about to happen.

"However, the workings of nature follow their own laws. The alternation of old and new, the rising and setting of the sun and moon, are all natural occurrences."

The Primordial Celestial Venerable then changed the subject, saying, "The dissipation of Pangu's will marks the complete end of one era and the beginning of another."

"The future of the primordial world is a choice made by the will of all living beings, not something you can decide by your own power, nor something you can ponder at this moment. Your priority now is to cultivate diligently, comprehend the laws of the Great Dao, solidify your foundation in the Three Flowers, and attain the Great Luo realm as soon as possible."

"All living beings in the primordial world struggle in the torrent. Only by understanding the Dao and comprehending the great trend can one avoid being swept away by the torrent and attain true enlightenment."

Although Yuanshi Tianzun did not explicitly state it, his instruction to focus on himself was both a guidance and a warning: those with insufficient cultivation should not presume to speculate on heavenly secrets, lest they harm their spirits in vain.

"Thank you for your teachings, Master. I understand now." Huang Long bowed deeply.

"Okay, go ahead."

The Primordial Celestial Venerable said no more, his body shimmering with clear light as he wandered into the primordial chaos.

Huang Long respectfully withdrew from Yuqing Palace, glancing back at the solemn palace. "All the world's troubles stem from insufficient strength. When one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one is free to roam the world!"

After leaving Yuxu Palace, Huanglong did not return directly to his cave, but instead turned and headed towards Taiqing Palace, where the Taiqing Sage resided.

Huang Long composed himself and arrived at the palace gate, where he saw that Grand Master Xuandu was already waiting for him.

At this moment, Xuandu was smiling at him: "Senior Brother Huanglong, knowing that you were coming, I specially came here to welcome you."

"Thank you for your trouble, junior brother." Huang Long returned the greeting.

Following Xuandu into the Taiqing Palace, the Taiqing Sage sat upright on a futon, his eyes seemingly reflecting the interplay of Yin and Yang, and the birth and death of all things in heaven and earth.

He simply sat there, seemingly in harmony with heaven and earth, natural and serene.

Huang Long stepped forward and bowed deeply, saying, "Disciple Huang Long greets Grand Master Uncle."

Lao Tzu slightly raised his eyes, glanced at him, and said gently, "Get up. What brings you here?"

Huanglong stood up and took out a jade jar from the Xuanhuang Realm.

As soon as it was taken out, the spiritual energy in the entire Taiqing Palace became thicker, and an aura containing the essence of the earth's creation spread out.

"Master Uncle is wise."

Huang Long respectfully presented the jade jar with both hands, saying, "During my previous travels, I obtained a jar of Earth Spirit Milk from the Witch Clan by chance."

"This item contains the purest primordial vitality of the ancient earth, which can nourish the physical body and strengthen the foundation of life. However, my cultivation in alchemy is shallow, and I fear that I will waste such a divine item."

"This Earth Spirit Milk can only exert its maximum effect in the hands of our Grandmaster Uncle."

Huanglong scratched his head and pleaded pitifully:

"Please, Grand Master, have pity on your disciple and use this Earth Spirit Milk as the main ingredient to refine a batch of Golden Pills that can enhance my original essence."

Taiqing's gaze fell on the jade jar, sensing the rich primordial vitality within it, and a clear interest appeared on his usually calm face.

With a flick of his sleeve, the jade jar flew to him on its own. The lid opened, revealing a jar of amber-colored liquid, shimmering with a seven-colored halo, and the pulse of the earth could be faintly seen.

"Hmm...it is indeed a remarkable treasure of heaven and earth."

Taiqing nodded slightly, took a drop of Earth Spirit Milk, examined it carefully, and then gently sniffed its aroma. A look of understanding flashed in his eyes. "It condenses the essence of the Buzhou Mountain Ancestral Vein and contains a trace of Pangu's legacy."

Taiqing paused slightly before continuing, "Using this as the main ingredient, supplemented with the essence of stars and the essence of innate Yi wood... one might be able to refine a batch of Nine-Turn 'Creation Origin Pill' that can strengthen one's origin and foundation."

"Nine Revolutions...!"

Huanglong was overjoyed upon hearing this, for being able to name something after Nine Turns was no ordinary thing.

"Thank you very much, Master Uncle!"

"Don't be too happy yet. Once this pill is refined, I'll take fifty percent. Are you willing?"

Huang Long nodded hurriedly: "If my senior master is willing to help, I would be willing to help even if it were 70% or 80%!"

The Sage of Taiqing put away the jade jar and said calmly, "The refining of this elixir requires the right timing and the harmony of the dragon and tiger; it cannot be accomplished in a day. Go back and wait patiently. When the elixir is complete, you will be summoned."

"Yes! This disciple understands! Thank you for your trouble, Grand Master!" Huang Long bowed respectfully again.

Seeing Taiqing lost in thought with his eyes closed, Xuandu gestured to Huanglong to invite him to leave. Huanglong understood, bowed in thanks again, and then quietly withdrew with Xuandu.

After leaving Taiqing Palace, Huanglong went to Shangqing Palace to pay his respects to his Uncle Tongtian. After all, he had already paid respects to his master and eldest uncle upon his return, so it would be inappropriate not to visit his uncle Tongtian!

"Once the Nine Revolutions Creation Origin Pill is refined, and supplemented with my own Creation Origin, it's not impossible to get a glimpse into the origins of an Innate Saint." Huang Long made up his mind. Now he just waited for the war between the Witch and Demon races so that he could repair the world and condense the Creation Origin!

Huanglong, who left Taiqing Palace with Xuandu, did not return directly to his own dojo.

He rode on a cloud, traversing the misty Kunlun Mountains, first to fulfill a promise made at the Daoist gathering—to deliver tea.

The first person we visited was the Old Man of the South Pole.

The sacred spring at the Antarctic Immortal's place gushes forth, teeming with life, adorned with exotic flowers and auspicious herbs, and frequented by herds of spirit deer.

At the very center stands a giant peach tree with a canopy like clouds, radiating boundless vitality.

The Old Man of the South Pole was sitting on a blue stone under a peach tree, teasing several cranes playing by the spring.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Antarctica."

Huanglong landed beside Antarctica and bowed respectfully.

He always respected his senior brother who had helped him a great deal.

"Junior Brother Huanglong has arrived, no need for formalities!"

The Old Man of the South Pole chuckled warmly, "It seems you've gained quite a bit from this trip. The Daoist aura flowing around you is even stronger than before."

"Senior brother has discerning eyes!"

Huang Long smiled and took out an exquisite jade box. The lid was opened, revealing dozens of tea leaves inside.

It has natural patterns engraved on it, and a clear and pure tea fragrance that goes straight to the soul quietly permeates the air, making people feel refreshed as soon as they smell it.

"This Enlightenment Tea is for your senior brother to quench his thirst!"

A smile flashed in the eyes of the Antarctic Immortal. He was now a Great Luo cultivator, and the Enlightenment Tea produced from this Acquired Spiritual Root level would no longer have any effect on him. Therefore, he did not trade it for the Yellow Dragon. "Junior brother, thank you for your thoughtfulness!"

He accepted the jade box, but then took out a warm and smooth lingzhi mushroom and gave it back to Huanglong. "This is a 100,000-year-old warm jade lingzhi mushroom. It has a slight effect on stabilizing the soul, but it cannot compare to your Enlightenment Tea. Junior brother, please do not refuse."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Huanglong bid farewell to the Antarctic Immortal and headed to the Daoist temple of Guangchengzi, the senior disciple of the Chan Sect.

Next were the dojos of Duobao and Jinling.

Finally, Huanglong went to Wudang's Taoist temple to deliver some tea leaves and apologize for not being able to acquire them during the last Taoist discourse.

After much running around and settling all the social obligations, Huanglong finally returned to his Daoist temple located between East and West Kunlun.