Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huanglong watched as the power of the sun, which should have brought light and warmth to billions of living beings on earth, was now devouring them like a natural disaster.

Looking at the wailing of the Wu tribe and the countless mournful cries that had turned into fiery mountains, Huanglong showed a trace of pity.

With a wave of his hand, Huanglong connected the waterways between heaven and earth, causing the water vapor in the sky to condense and fall as a shower of sweet rain.

The raging fire of the sun, which had been raging for hundreds of millions of miles, slowly died down under the nourishing rain.

The abundant life force contained in the rain quickly restored this land.

The billions of creatures scorched by the sun's true fire were nourished by the life-giving energy contained in the sweet rain. Some of the more severely injured creatures were saved from the brink of death, while those with stronger cultivation were able to hold on for a longer period of time.

Although the injuries sustained from the scorching heat of the sun were not severe, the nourishing rain is now helping him recover quickly.

Countless warriors of the Wu tribe, as well as all living beings suffering from the true fire of the sun, were moved to tears by the abundant rain.

They all knelt down and bowed in gratitude for his saving their lives.

Above the clouds at high altitude.

Huanglong did not reveal his true form, so these countless beings did not know who saved them, except for Houyi who was beside Huanglong.

He wore a dark yellow Taoist robe, his aura was restrained, and only the faint Taoist charm around him blended and resonated with the lingering rain in the sky.

Hou Yi's majestic, mountain-like true form of the Wu tribe stood beside the Yellow Dragon, his bronze skin gleaming with a healthy glow in the gradually subsiding rain.

He watched as the sun's true fire slowly died down under the gentle rain, and the last wisps of smoke rose from the scorched earth, the suffocating heat in the air being replaced by vibrant, moist air.

Hou Yi suppressed his murderous aura and put away the giant bow.

He took a deep breath, and the fresh air after the rain filled his nostrils, allowing his tense mind to relax slightly.

He turned around, faced Huanglong, and solemnly clasped his hands in a grand salute befitting the Wu tribe, his voice deep and sincere:

"Thank you for your help, young friend, in extinguishing this true fire of the sun. Otherwise, who knows how many warriors of the Wu tribe, along with hundreds of millions of living beings on this land, would have perished under this true fire of the sun."

Huang Long slightly turned aside, refusing the bow, and waved his hand, saying, "Senior, please don't mind. I had no desire to participate in the conflict between the Witch and Demon races."

His voice was calm, as if he were talking about something unrelated to him, "It's just that these few golden crows, as dignified Great Luo Golden Immortals, disregarded their status and wantonly attacked countless beings of lower realms, burning mountains and boiling seas, creating boundless slaughter. This act violates the laws of Heaven."

His gaze swept over the ravaged land below, a fleeting hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

His intervention stemmed more from his disgust for this bullying and indiscriminate killing of innocents than from a genuine desire to help the witch clan.

Given his current cultivation level of the early stage of the Great Luo realm, it would be best for him to keep his distance from the cause and effect between the Wu and Yao clans.

Upon hearing this, Hou Yi's face showed a complex expression, a mixture of agreement and helplessness.

He understood what Huang Long said. As a disciple of a saint, Huang Long had already done his best to help these witch warriors.

Without another word, the two figures flickered and left the slowly recovering region, returning to the witch tribe where Hou Yi belonged.

Compared to the deathly stillness outside, scorched by the sun's heat, this place is full of vitality.

After all, Hou Yi was stationed here, and the aura he emitted made Prince Jinwu intentionally avoid this tribe.

The strong warriors of the tribe were training, shouting loudly, their heavy footsteps causing slight tremors on the ground.

Looking at the dejected Hou Yi, Huang Long pondered for a moment, then asked Hou Yi:

"Senior Hou Yi, since these golden crows of the demon race frequently wreak havoc on this land, and since the Great Witches cannot effectively contain them, why not ask the Ancestral Witches for help? With the Ancestral Witches' abilities, annihilating these few little golden crows would be a piece of cake."

Upon hearing this, Hou Yi gave a bitter smile, a rare look of dejection appearing on his usually resolute face.

He grabbed the wine jar he had just finished drinking from, took a big gulp of blood date wine, wiped his mouth, and then said, "We have already reported this to the Ancestral Witch, who is far away on Mount Buzhou."

"But......"

He paused, his voice lowering, "The response I received was that the Ancestral Witches are currently working together to comprehend the supreme legacy left by Father God Pangu, and they are at a critical juncture, so they are too busy to spare any time for me and told me to find a solution on my own."

"The legacy of Pangu...a crucial moment...!"

Huang Long silently recited the words in his heart, his eyes narrowing slightly.

It was enough to allow the twelve ancestral witches to comprehend it simultaneously, even temporarily setting aside the safety of the billions of witches.

After much thought, the only thing that comes to mind is the legendary Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, which is said to be incredibly mysterious and powerful enough to rival even a saint!

If one can successfully comprehend and master this formation, one can condense a wisp of the great god Pangu, possessing unparalleled power.

At that time, even if Donghuang Taiyi possessed the innate treasure Chaos Bell, he would likely be no match for absolute power, and the demon race would completely lose the ability to fight against the witch race.

Thinking of this, Huang Long felt a chill run down his spine.

This is a core secret of the Wu tribe, so naturally the less we know, the better, and we dare not make any comments.

Moreover, this is just his guess, and how accurate it is is currently unknown.

Huang Long immediately composed himself, ceasing his inquiry about the Ancestral Witches, and instead steered the conversation back to the current predicament of the Witch Clan: "In that case, the only hope now is for you, senior, and all the great witches to continuously roam this vast land, expanding the vigilance area. When the Golden Crow appears and wreaks havoc, act swiftly and decisively. Although we may not be able to kill it, we should at least deter and drive it away, preventing it from easily descending upon this land occupied by the Witch Clan."

"Otherwise, once these golden crows have recovered from their injuries, they will surely return and continue to slaughter the witch clan."

Hou Yi nodded, a deep worry etched on his rugged brows: "Until the Ancestral Witches emerge from seclusion, this is all we can do. But..."

He sighed, "Young friend Huanglong, you've seen it yourself. Apart from me wielding this bow, who can threaten the Golden Crow, other Wu Clan members at the Great Luo Realm, like Kuafu and the others, even with their unparalleled physical strength, capable of easily shattering billions of miles of land, are simply... no match for the Golden Crow's Rainbow Transformation Technique!"