Too many people to help, the merit is divided among them, leaving very little. However, Fenghuang doesn't care about this; eat as much as one can stomach, and if one's abilities are insufficient, one needs to seek help from all directions.
Her original intention was to take the fixed sea pearl.
Returning with the Yingzhou continent and billions of living beings to the Huanghua era was just a side note.
Seeking help from various parties is also to give the creatures of Yingzhou a chance to integrate into the primeval era.
Although it doesn't matter whether Yingzhou is located at the entrance of the Returning Abyss or in some part of the sea in the primeval era for Yingzhou creatures, she still feels that she has done something good.
You haven't lost your home, nor have you lost your wealth. You've simply returned to the oversight of Dao Lao Deng and regained your freedom. This should be a cause for celebration, shouldn't it?
The gods worked together, and after more than ten days, they finally restored the Yingzhou continent back to the sea surface.
Considering that this place is close to the entrance of the Returning Abyss, Deng Changyu's repair work is still ongoing, the gods dragged the Yingzhou continent eastward again for millions of miles.
"We have returned, back to the Primeval Era."
The original forty thousand immortals of Yingzhou are now reduced to less than a thousand, and at this moment, most of them have awakened from the entangled delusions they were trapped in.
I have died, it's really regretful.
One by one, the immortal delusions turned into flying ash after seeing the sunlight, and finally, an elegant middle-aged Daoist came to Fenghuang's side.
"Master used to build the immortals' pavilion on Fanghu Mountain, his obsession with commanding all male immortals was too deep. Not to mention the Three Pure Ones or Di Jun, even Zhenyuanzi might not have submitted to Master's command. Wronged, deeply wronged, but however, we are all dead now. To be able to see this scene after death is enough to be joyful."
The middle-aged Daoist solemnly bowed to Fenghuang and said, "This is the material that my deceased teacher bestowed upon me, allowing me to smelting. Since it has died, I would like to present this object to my friend. Thank you for helping our Fanghu Mountain branch return to the Primeval Era. This is a humble gift, not worthy of respect, and I kindly ask for your acceptance."
Fenghuang took the small piece of wooden carving that the middle-aged Daoist handed over to her, and the Daoist also turned into flying ashes with a smile.
She examined the object in her hand carefully. Having called brothers and sisters to the Golden Phoenix tribe, she immediately recognized it as a piece of sunwood.
The original qianxian sun tree was also an unlucky guy. It was originally a tree with roots and tendrils, but it was unlucky and directly fell into the sun star after opening heaven and splitting the earth. The trunk could survive because of the fire element's spirit root, but the roots were all burned away, and gradually, it turned from a qianxian sun tree to a qianxian sun wood.
Now, this piece of wood seems not to be the main part of the Fengsang wood from the former Sun Star. It doesn't feel the intense heat and ferocity of the Great Sun's flame when touched, instead, it has a continuous source of vitality.
Qingyang Yuanqi? She guessed that Dong Wang Gong had injected a strand of his own essence into this piece of Fengsang wood before his death, turning an innate fire element material into an innate wood element material.
