Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huang Long was slightly surprised as he looked at the figure formed from flames.

Although it was just a figure formed from flames, its immense pressure was still highly recognizable.

The reason Huang Long was able to guess his identity was that when that figure completely solidified, the flames around him suddenly transformed into the Nanming Li Fire.

Then the identity of this person is obvious: it is none other than the ancestor of the Phoenix Clan, Zhuque.

On someone else's territory, they blasted apart an immortal volcano that had been suppressed by the Phoenix Clan, but did not immediately take action to capture the two of them. This was already giving face to the people standing behind them.

"Huang Long, a disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable of Kunlun Yuqing, greets Senior Zhuque."

Despite his politeness, Huang Long bowed slightly to the figure behind his back and revealed his identity.

Hou Yi was also taken aback when he heard Huang Long reveal the identity of the person opposite him.

The arrows, which were formed from the blood-red aura, then dispersed from the bowstring.

With a simple, honest smile, he said to Zhuque, "Houyi of the Wu Clan greets Senior Zhuque!"

"The ancestors and the others...!"

Just as the phoenix that had been flying out from the bottom of the volcano that Hou Yi had shot open was about to accuse Hou Yi and the Yellow Dragon of their evil deeds to the Vermilion Bird.

But Suzaku interrupted him.

"No need to say more, I already know about this!"

Suzaku glanced at the earth, which was constantly spewing out magma and fire essence.

As he waved his hand, divine runes composed of Nanming Li Fire flew out from his hand, intertwining with each other, and the volcano that Hou Yi had shot down actually reformed.

The volcano slowly receded from its original position, suppressing the spewing lava once more.

Immediately afterwards, strands of divine runes from the Great Dao appeared in Suzaku's hand, intertwining to form various heaven and earth restrictions, which he then cast into the volcano.

Having done all this, Suzaku said to the phoenix beside him, "Go!"

The phoenix dared not disobey the Vermilion Bird's orders, but glared fiercely at Hou Yi, who had almost killed him.

It then transformed into a streak of fire and disappeared into the newly formed volcano.

Zhuque's gaze lingered on the bow in Houyi's hand for a few moments before shifting to Huanglong.

Huanglong and Houyi felt their scalps tingle at the sight. If they were in any other place, they wouldn't be afraid of being entangled by the illusory image of the Vermilion Bird.

However, here, at the Undying Volcano, the ancestral home of the Phoenix Clan, there is a Quasi-Saint level powerhouse who can unleash his full strength. If he were to attack the two of them with all his might...

Huanglong possesses life-saving techniques bestowed upon him by the Three Pure Ones, so self-preservation is not a problem.

Huang Long glanced at Hou Yi beside him and thought to himself.

"I wonder if Hou Yi, this great shaman of the witch clan, can withstand it!"

Just as the two were at a loss, they saw the Vermilion Bird figure formed by flames slowly dissipate.

"Young friend Huanglong, you are welcome to visit the Undying Volcano in your spare time!"

Huang Long's surprise deepened. He glanced at Hou Yi beside him, who remained expressionless. Clearly, Zhuque's invitation was only directed at him.

Huanglong nodded silently at the spot where the Vermilion Bird's figure had disappeared.

As the Vermilion Bird's figure disappeared, Hou Yi's grip on the bow visibly loosened, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His eyes, however, were filled with the joy of surviving a disaster!

I don't know if it's because he's genuinely carefree or simply overjoyed with his new bow.

Hou Yi stroked the bow repeatedly with both hands, exclaiming, "What a fine bow! Truly a fine bow! Even without the power unleashed by arrows, it far surpasses my previous bow!"

Seeing this, Huang Long felt somewhat relieved.

However, seeing Hou Yi's infatuated expression with the bow, he shook his head, clearly not having much faith in Hou Yi's abilities.

If drawing the bowstring is already this difficult, imagine the effort required to draw it repeatedly against the Golden Crow Prince, who is using the Rainbow Transformation Technique!

He shook his head inwardly; things had come to this point, and there was nothing he could do but continue.

"Now that the bow is complete, arrows are needed. The method of making them is the same as before, but I have prepared something else for the arrowheads."

The process of forging arrows was much faster. It was also led by Hou Yi. Using the remaining divine materials and his essence, he forged ten dark red arrow shafts that were as thick as a child's arm and seven feet long. The arrow feathers were made from the feathers that fell from the Golden Crow Prince when Hou Yi shot him.

Finally, Huanglong took out an item.

It was a crystal, no more than ten feet long and wide, entirely dark blue, radiating an aura of extreme cold.

The moment it appeared, the volcano beneath its feet, which gathered the essence of fire from the earth's veins spanning millions of miles, was instantly suppressed.

The terrifyingly high temperature around them dropped instantly, even condensing into fine ice crystals that fell down in a flurry, creating a stark contrast with the ground fire below. The forces of ice and fire clashed fiercely within a small space.

"Is this the Innate Cold Soul you spoke of, Brother Huanglong?" Hou Yi's pupils contracted, clearly recognizing the object.

"A primordial spiritual object containing the essence of the laws of utmost yin and utmost cold! This is the exact opposite of the true fire of the sun, they are mutually restraining, but once they meet...!"

Hou Yi could already imagine the power this object would unleash if it were shot into the body of the Golden Crow.

"That's right," Huang Long replied, his eyes sharp. "That's exactly what I want, the complete opposite, like fire and water! I'm going to refine this innate cold spirit into the arrowheads of ten arrows."

When your arrow, carrying the unique bloodthirsty power of the Witch Clan, strikes the Golden Crow, the arrowhead, forged from innate cold soul, will instantly erupt at the core of its supreme yang solar true fire essence!

His tone was resolute: "The extreme collision of extreme cold and extreme yang will not produce a simple cancellation, but rather... a devastating explosion!"

Huanglong glanced at the great sun floating in the sky before continuing to speak to Hou Yi…

"This innate cold spirit within the Golden Crow's body is enough to instantly and completely detonate the Golden Crow's essence, utterly annihilating its true spirit in that extreme conflict and explosion!"

"No matter how immortal a Great Luo Golden Immortal may be, even after countless eons, once their true spirit is extinguished, they will not escape this calamity!"

Hou Yi gasped, his gaze towards Huang Long now carrying a deeper meaning.

This Huanglong brother, who usually appears to be an immortal and dignified person, only uses blood date wine to exchange for some spiritual roots and divine iron in the witch clan.

Taking money means you're actually doing the job, and you're doing it without holding back!

When they get serious, their methods are so ruthless and decisive!

However, this suited him perfectly!

If he couldn't kill those hairy beasts that ravaged the wilderness and harmed the Wu tribe in one blow, he wouldn't have a second chance!

"Alright! We'll do as Brother Huanglong says!"

Without further hesitation, Huanglong activated his magic power and began to carefully refine the innate cold soul, separating and refining it into nine incomparably sharp arrowheads that shimmered with endless dark blue cold light.

This process must be extremely precise, maintaining the extreme coldness of the innate cold spirit while ensuring its perfect fusion with the arrow shaft forged by Hou Yi's bloodthirsty power, so as not to conflict with each other on Hou Yi's bow.

When the last dark blue arrowhead was inlaid at the top of the arrow shaft, the ten fierce and gleaming divine arrows were finally completed.

When the ten arrows were placed together with the dark red divine bow, a natural resonance occurred between the bow and the arrows, and an incredibly terrifying malevolent aura spread out, silencing even the roar of this immortal volcano.