Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Thinking of the other spiritual roots, Huanglong stood up, took a step, and began to travel throughout the Xuanhuang Realm.

He first arrived at a spiritual pool, where a ninth-grade pure white lotus floated quietly. The holy white light purified all the filth, but compared with the Xuanhuang Realm before its transformation, it was basically unchanged.

"For a spiritual root like the Pure World White Lotus to grow and recover, just like the Great Toon Tree, the current Xuanhuang Realm simply cannot provide sufficient source energy to support its recovery." Huang Long nodded slightly, not surprised.

Beside the lotus pond, a section of withered, charcoal-like root was carefully planted in the Nine Heavens Breath Soil; it was the root of the Enlightenment Tea Tree obtained from Zhen Yuanzi.

However, although the roots of this innate spiritual root enlightenment tea tree have not yet sprouted, the Daoist aura emanating from it faintly reveals a trace of vitality.

Sensing this glimmer of life, a hint of joy flashed in Huanglong's eyes. "Although it's still faint, at least I see hope for revival. It seems that the enhancement of the Xuanhuang Realm's origin is not entirely without benefit to it."

Then, his gaze fell on a strangely shaped spiritual root.

Its branches are twisted and twisted, resembling a dragon, and its leaves are naturally covered with various strange animal-shaped patterns. It is the half-damaged innate spiritual root that was traded with Xing Tian in the past.

At this moment, its originally withered branches have become moist again, and the patterns of the mythical beasts shimmer with a faint light, clearly indicating that it has recovered a lot of vitality.

Huang Long nodded in satisfaction: "It wasn't in vain that I spent several drops of the Three Lights Divine Water."

Finally, Huanglong examined each of the acquired spiritual roots in the Xuanhuang Realm.

The Blood Jujube Tree and the Enlightenment Tea Tree have long been closely connected with the Xuanhuang Realm. With the transformation of the Xuanhuang Realm, the two acquired spiritual roots have also benefited greatly, and their quality has reached the peak of the top-grade acquired level, but they have stopped there!

After completing the inspection and gaining a clear understanding of the changes in his own resources, Huang Long's figure appeared outside the Xuanhuang Realm with a thought.

He absorbed the Xuanhuang World Pearl into his primordial spirit, waved his hand to remove the concealment array that had shrouded it for thousands of years, and this ley line node reappeared in the primordial world.

Huanglong, having returned to the earth through the earth's veins, silently calculated the secrets of heaven by making hand gestures.

"Hmm...not bad, only a little over a thousand years have passed!"

"Under the great ailanthus tree, it's almost time for the next gathering...!"

"Cultivating under the Daoist aura of the Great Toon Tree is indeed an extraordinary opportunity. Even with less than one-tenth of the original essence remaining, there is still a hundredfold difference in the flow of time."

What pained Huanglong was that his cultivation under the Great Toon Tree for over a thousand years seemed to have consumed a lot of the Great Toon Tree's essence!

As the world master of the Xuanhuang Realm, controlling the entire world, he could hear the subtle lamentations emanating from the spirit of the Great Chun Tree at its primordial level.

"If this continues and its source continues to be depleted, this spiritual root may indeed fall in grade, or even perish completely one day."

He finally understood Di Jun's "generosity".

"No wonder...no wonder Di Jun was willing to trade this superior innate spiritual root with me."

Firstly, the Pure World White Lotus is too important to the demon race. If they cannot offer a spiritual root of a certain quality, they fear they will not be able to gain his approval and complete the transaction.

Secondly, the tree's origin is extremely difficult to restore, and its origin may even be derived from Di Jun or Tai Yi. Apart from Nuwa, the entire demon race does not have a quasi-saint who is skilled in creating life and the Dao, making it difficult to restore it.

This spiritual root remained in the hands of the Heavenly Court, like a chicken rib—tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.

Using it to exchange for the Pure World White Lotus, which might be of vital importance to the Heavenly Court, would probably be a very profitable deal in Di Jun's eyes, as it could be a top-grade Pure World White Lotus.

Thinking of this, Huang Long couldn't help but smile with amusement, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless sea of ​​clouds and landing on the enormous heavenly gate.

"I wonder what kind of expression this ambitious and aspiring Heavenly Emperor will have when Fuxi and Kunpeng place the 'Purifying White Lotus,' which they obtained at a great cost, before him?"

In any case, it must be very exciting.

However, it would be best to use that ninth-grade Pure World White Lotus sparingly in the future.

Otherwise, when Di Jun and Tai Yi are cornered, they won't care whether you're a direct disciple of a saint or not!

Composing himself, Huang Long turned his gaze to the war-torn northern land.

For the next several thousand years, Huanglong's figure roamed this vast northern battlefield.

He returned to his original job as a "working dragon" who cherishes the wild environment. Before, he worked to pay off his debts; now, he works to get rich.

When waves of heavenly merits descended from the sky once more, they startled billions of living beings in the primordial world. Both the Wu and Yao races knew that the man had returned.

Wherever Huanglong went, the demons kept their distance, while the witches lined the streets to welcome him.

Every time Huanglong repairs an area, he encounters a Wu tribe warrior who invites him to visit the Wu tribe. During the visit, they trade blood date wine with him.

Some Wu tribes couldn't wait any longer and, carrying countless divine iron ores and spiritual roots and herbs containing innate essence, crossed endless regions to come and trade for Blood Jujube Wine.

This means that the blood dates produced by the four acquired spiritual roots in the Yellow Dragon Xuanhuang Realm, and the blood date wine brewed from them, have never been stored for more than a hundred years...!

Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

When the last large, broken piece of land was repaired and regained its tender green vitality, auspicious clouds of profound merit descended from the heavens, vast and boundless!

This prompted millions of ordinary people, who are used to such things, to exclaim, "What immense merit...!"

Huanglong nodded with great satisfaction as he watched over the golden light of merit that was about to solidify into a tangible form after the primordial spirit was helped to observe it.

The trip was incredibly fruitful.

"I promised Xiao Ziling that I could come and go as I pleased, but I never imagined that this departure would last for nearly ten thousand years!"

Huang Long identified the direction, then transformed into a streak of light and headed towards the Xingtian tribe.

The Xingtian tribe still maintains its rugged and powerful style, with houses built of huge stones and trees. Warriors of the tribe carry several enormous monsters back to the Wu tribe.

Xing Tian sensed his presence and greeted him with a loud laugh, his voice booming like thunder: "Brother Huanglong! It's been thousands of years! I've missed you so much!"

"Do you miss my jujube wine, or do you miss me?"

"Of course it's blood date wine! If it weren't for the Ancestral Witch forbidding me from leaving the tribe, I would have gone to find you long ago."

Huang Longxian handed a 500-jin jar of blood jujube wine to Xing Tian, ​​and then said, "This will be my last stop in the northern part of the prehistoric world!"

Xing Tian, ​​who had just opened the wine jar today, was taken aback upon hearing Huang Long's words, then asked in surprise, "The last stop? You're going back to Kunlun!"

Huang Long nodded and smiled, "I didn't mean to come find you last because I was worried you wouldn't be able to drink blood jujube wine again!"

After Huang Long finished speaking, he casually waved his hand, and instantly rows of huge wine jars appeared around Xing Tian, ​​each weighing five hundred catties, numbering in the thousands.

Xing Tian stared blankly at the wine jars scattered on the ground, lost in thought. "Brother Huanglong, I don't have any innate spiritual roots to exchange with you right now, so what you're doing...!"

Huang Long shook his head and said, "It's alright, consider this a deposit. You can pay me back when you have an innate spiritual root!"

Seeing that Huanglong had said this, Xingtian no longer stood on ceremony and casually waved his hand to collect all the wine jars.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. If I don't encounter any innate spiritual roots in the future, I'll go to those demon brats...!"