Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huanglong stood blankly in the void, only to see the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, looking at him with smiles on their faces.

Huang Long had no choice but to bite the bullet and bow to Duiyin and Zhunti, saying, "Do you two uncles have something to discuss with your nephew?"

Both Jieyin and Zhunti shook their heads simultaneously, their figures slowly dissipating: "If you have time, nephew, you might consider traveling to the Western Regions!"

The sound that reached Huang Long's ears sent chills down his spine. Sending him to the West was like throwing good money after bad, a one-way trip with no chance of return!

Huanglong bowed again to Nuwa, who was standing to the side, and said, "Uncle Nuwa!"

The sage Nuwa nodded, pointed to the shattered earth below, and said nothing. Then, she gently tore through space and disappeared with Fuxi!

Reminded by Nuwa, Huanglong finally awoke. His master had left alone, leaving him behind, clearly intending to make him "do work!"

After all the saints had left, the ancestral witches finally caught their breath.

Houtu looked at the yellow dragon hovering in the void and suddenly spoke up, "Thank you, young friend, for crafting the bow and arrows to restrain the Golden Crow for Houyi, saving countless members of the Wu tribe!"

Huanglong waved his hand, "Ancestral Witch Houtu, you're too kind. That was a transaction between me and the Witch Clan. I don't deserve your thanks!"

At this moment, the ancestral witch Zhu Rong, who was lying on the ground, suddenly spoke up: "Young friend, do you still have that extra potent blood jujube wine you have? I've been in seclusion since we last parted and haven't tasted it again. Bring me two jars to satisfy my craving!"

Huang Long was stunned and stood there dumbfounded. He never expected that the Ancestral Witch, who was already lying on the ground, would not hurry up and recover so that he could come and ask him for wine!

Seeing that Huanglong was stunned and motionless, the Ancestral Witch Zhurong said again, "Don't worry, you won't be treated unfairly!"

"Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch, is joking!" Huanglong said, taking out a jar of blood jujube wine. This blood jujube wine had been buried under the big ailanthus tree for nearly a huiyuan (a unit of time) and was nourished by the time-reflecting Daoist energy and endless spiritual energy in the Daoist temple. Its effects were comparable to the seven-turn golden pill refined by the Taiqing Sage.

Looking at the ancestral witches lying on the ground, absorbing the earth's turbid energy.

Huanglong flashed and landed on the ground. He took out eleven jars of blood date wine, opened the lids, and a powerful spiritual energy gushed out from the mouth of the jars. The extremely rich aroma of the wine instantly filled the air. The ancestral witch, who smelled the aroma of the wine, had golden eyes and stared straight at the wine jar in front of Huanglong.

If they weren't currently unable to act, they probably would have already started to rob them.

Seeing the condition of the Ancestral Witches, Huanglong took out twelve drops of Three Lights Divine Water from the Creation Gourd and poured them into each wine jar.

Seeing the Ancestral Witches swallowing their saliva, Huanglong tossed the wine jar over, which landed in front of each of them.

Zhu Rong, who was already impatient, struggled to sit up from the ground and began to drink from the wine jar.

The rich aroma of the wine, and the vibrant life force it contained, caused the ancestral witches lying on the ground to drain the last bit of strength they had just recovered. Like Zhu Rong, they struggled to their feet, grabbed their wine jars, and drank wildly.

Only Qiangliang, who was the most severely injured and whose original essence and blood had been burned away, watched the other Ancestral Witches drinking wildly, swallowing his saliva incessantly, his mouth agape, but unable to utter a single word.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, couldn't stand it any longer. She manipulated the power of the earth and moved the wine jar above Qiangliang's head. With a slight tilt, the blood jujube wine, which radiated golden, silver, purple, and red light, fell into Qiangliang's wide-open mouth!

At this moment, the other ancestral witches had already drunk their jars of blood and were staring straight at the wine jar above Qiang Liang's head!

As for the two untouched wine jars belonging to Dijiang and Houtu, they didn't dare to even glance at them!

"snort!!!"

With a soft hum, Zhu Rong and the other ancestral witches turned their gazes to the Yellow Dragon.

Huanglong Sailor waved his hand and took out dozens more jars, placing them on the ground. However, this time he did not add the Three Lights Divine Water to them!

It's not that he doesn't have it; it's that he has too much of it, which makes it seem less precious.

For these Ancestral Witches, Blood Jujube Wine alone is indeed not of much value, but if the Three Lights Divine Water is added, they believe the Ancestral Witches will give them a satisfactory reward.

Afterwards, the ancestral witches of Huanglong said their farewells and left, for this land was so vast and so severely damaged.

If he were to repair it alone, even as a Great Immortal, it would take him countless years.

We must recruit men! Sensing the aura of the dragon clan in the direction of the South China Sea, I rode my escape light towards the South China Sea!

It was all because he didn't want to use the spatial passage. This area had experienced a great battle, and the spacetime turbulence within it was already chaotic and without any order. If he were to open a spatial passage now, he wouldn't even know where he would be teleported to!

After drinking a jar of blood date wine mixed with the Three Lights Divine Water, Qiang Liang refined it into blood energy and was able to stand up with difficulty, although he was still weak.

Watching the remaining Ancestral Witches devour the blood-red jujube wine that flowed down the Yellow Dragon River, he turned to Dijiang, his voice hoarse: "Brother... are we just going to let it go like this?"

Dijiang did not answer.

He simply stared at the closed Heavenly Gate, at the vanished saints, and at the empty spot where Hongjun stood.

After a long while, he slowly turned around, drank the jar of blood date wine left by Huang Long in one gulp, and opened only one spatial passage.

The spatial turbulence that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal like Huanglong dared not traverse had no effect whatsoever on Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch who was born with the ability to control the laws of space!

"Return to Pangu Temple."

"Big brother!" Zhu Rong, who was drinking blood date wine, wanted to say something.

"I said—" Dijiang stopped, turned around, a flash of bloodlust in his eyes, "Return to the Pangu Palace!"

All the ancestral witches fell silent, putting away the blood date wine they had each snatched.

They supported each other as they walked step by step toward the spatial passage opened up by Dijiang.

Houtu walked last.

She turned back, glanced at the devastated, primordial land, and at the innocent souls and remains of those who had perished in the aftermath of the Lich War, and a deep sorrow flashed in her eyes.

"What's the point of continuing like this?"

No one answered.

In the Western Paradise, Amitabha Buddha and Cundi Bodhisattva sit facing each other.

"Senior brother, although this battle is fierce, it is also an opportunity." Zhunti's eyes flashed. "The fortunes of the Lich and Demon factions have been damaged. Our Western Regions... should make preparations as soon as possible."

Jieyin's face grew even more pained: "But the Dao Ancestor has already set the course, and within a single era...!"

"Besides, with our three senior brothers Kunlun around, they won't stand idly by and watch us interfere in the affairs of the prehistoric world!"

"A single hour is but a snap of the fingers for us sages."

Zhunti smiled slightly, "Moreover, the Dao Ancestor only restrained the Wu and Yao races, but not... others."

"As for the Three Pure Ones, how can Mount Kunlun contain three sages whose paths clash! I know that the disciples of the Chan and Jie sects are already irreconcilable enemies, and a complete eruption is not far off!"

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Jieyin's sorrowful face, clearly indicating that what Zhunti said was indeed what he had in mind.

All they need to do is wait quietly, waiting for the day when the Three Pure Ones turn against each other!

only.......

Jieyin recalled the disciple named Huanglong who was following behind the Three Pure Ones...!