Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

He raised his head, his gaze passing through the empty hall and landing in the deepest part of it.

There, the chaotic energy was most concentrated, and a huge, dark red object could be vaguely seen pulsating slowly.

dong... dong... dong...

A deep, resonant voice, seemingly in sync with the pulse of the entire primordial world, emanated from there.

Each pulse resonated with the bloodline of Pangu within the main hall, and with each beat, an incredibly rich and dense wisp of blood energy fell into the blood pool, transforming into a large amount of blood.

"The heart of the Father God."

"Time Ancestral Witch Zhuo Jiuyin said with some shock."

All the Ancestral Witches turned their gazes toward the depths of the Pangu Palace, their breaths catching in their throats!

Deep within the Pangu Palace lies the heart that has been beating since the beginning of time, the greatest secret of the Wu tribe and the ultimate source of their power.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence and blood of Pangu, and this heart was left to them by Pangu, his descendants, containing the purest and most abundant essence and blood of Pangu and the origin of life!

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was also obtained by them through comprehending the heart of Pangu.

"Brother, you mean to..." Houtu's voice trembled.

"Using the Father God's heart as the array's core," Di Jiang's eyes blazed with a resolute fire. "The next time we summon the phantom of Pangu, we will not merely burn our lifeblood, but... draw upon the power of the heart, using it as a catalyst to reunite the Father God's will!"

"No!" Zhu Jiuyin lost his composure for the first time. "The Father God's heart is a sacred object of our clan, connected to the earth's veins of Buzhou Mountain, and faintly linked to the primordial world! Forcibly activating its power, if it is damaged, billions of lives will be wiped out, and immeasurable karmic consequences will instantly destroy the entire Wu clan!"

"Even without harnessing the power of the heart, if Hongjun and the other sages intervene again after the Yuan-Yuan period, will we still be unable to defeat the demon race?" Dijiang retorted, his voice hoarse. "In this great battle, which of those sages who appeared didn't unleash their spiritual treasures? They all wanted to stop my witch race!!"

Jumang sighed, "What my elder brother said... is true. With the Great Battle of the Heavenly Gods and Demons, the demon race is no match for us. It is the saints and Hongjun who are truly on the receiving end!"

"Then use your heart!" Qiang Liang's body crackled with lightning. "The power of the Father God's heart is boundless; even a mere wisp of it is enough to solidify the Father God's illusory image. Even Hongjun himself would find it difficult to withstand the axe light of the Heaven-Opening Axe!"

"But what if after the Yuan Dynasty, the Red Army and the other saints no longer interfere in our battle with the demon race...!" Houtu wanted to dissuade her further.

"The Wu Clan are descendants of Pangu." Ru Shou's voice was resounding, like the clang of metal. "Then we must prepare to be enemies with the other sages of the primordial world. If Hongjun and the other sages do not intervene, we will not use the Father God's Heart. But if they truly wish to intervene to protect the demon race, then we will fight them to the death!"

"I support it too." Tian Wu's body was surrounded by swirling clouds.

"I second that." A burst of electric light rippled through the air.

"Damn it...!" The poisonous mist of the corpse churned.

One by one, the ancestral shamans expressed their opinions.

Finally, all eyes turned to Houtu and Zhujiuyin.

Houtu and Zhujiuyin exchanged a glance. These two ancestral witches, who were always the most thoughtful, both saw the helplessness and determination in each other's eyes.

After a long silence, Zhu Jiuyin slowly nodded: "Since that's the case... let's take a gamble. But we must be extremely careful when activating the power of the heart. I propose that we first use the Father God's heart to nourish our own primordial essence, strengthen ourselves, and enhance our connection, before proceeding slowly."

"Very well." Dijiang made the decision. "From this day forward, we will resonate with the Father God's heart, simultaneously comprehending the legacy he left in our bloodlines, until the resonance between his heart and our bloodlines reaches its peak. At that time, when we summon him again, we will surely let Hongjun... witness the true power of creation!"

The resolution has been made.

The twelve ancestral witches fell silent, rose in unison, and walked toward the depths of the main hall.

The chaotic airflow parted automatically, revealing a massive, dark red heart.

It floats in mid-air, its surface covered with mysterious patterns, and every pulsation causes the void to tremble.

Approaching it, one can feel its indescribable vitality and the earth-shattering power hidden within it.

Dijiang sat cross-legged on the ground, activating his own blood energy and drawing in the incredibly powerful blood energy emanating from Panpangu's heart, incorporating it into his body to restore his damaged origin.

Jumang, Zhurong, Rushou, Gonggong... one after another, the ancestral shamans followed suit.

Twelve streams of blood energy swirled around the heart, slowly resonating with its pulsation!

The dark red heart gradually glowed with gold, and its beating became louder and stronger.

The entire Pangu Palace began to tremble, and the earth veins deep within Buzhou Mountain resonated with it. Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gushing out from the Buzhou Mountain area was more concentrated than usual.

The southern part of the prehistoric lands, near the South China Sea.

The sun, drawn by the golden crow, scorched the land with its terrifyingly high temperature, turning it into scorched earth.

After nine of the ten golden crows fell, the solar laws triggered by the golden crows slowly dissipated.

However, the land, which had long been scorched by the sun, still retained abnormally high temperatures and was scarred beyond recognition.

The once continuous mountain range was cut in half, the rivers were left with cracked riverbeds, the forests were burned, and all living things were killed or injured.

It was a scene of utter desolation!

hum-

Suddenly, space distorted, creating a three-zhang-high crack.

A figure stepped out from within, his black and yellow Taoist robe spotless; it was Huang Long.

After leaving the Ancestral Witches, due to the impact of the great war, the fluctuations in spacetime were extremely strange, making it difficult even for him, a Great Luo Golden Immortal, to open a spatial passage for travel.

Therefore, Huanglong had to slowly master the escape light to fly, adhering to the principle of not forgetting work even while traveling!

As Huanglong flew, he showered the earth with sweet rain, while simultaneously drawing spiritual veins from the Xuanhuang Realm and casting them into the primordial land.

He can be said to have taken from the primordial world and used it for the primordial world!

As for the seeds of plants, he had stored countless of them, and he took this opportunity to scatter them again across the primordial land.

Revitalize the barren land!

After traveling an unknown distance, Huang Long finally felt that the space had returned to normal. He immediately tore open the space, creating a passage, and headed south.

His brows furrowed slightly as soon as he appeared.

As far as the eye can see, the land remains barren and desolate, with broken walls and ruins, and occasionally, mutilated corpses, long since burned to charcoal.

"Ten suns under one sky, causing immense suffering and death."

"The sins committed by these little golden crows are enough to give the demon race a severe dressing-down!"

Huang Long sighed softly, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

Although he was a Great Golden Immortal, transcending worldly affairs, his Dao heart was still shaken upon witnessing such a tragic scene.

Without lingering, he closed his eyes and sensed.

His divine sense spread like ripples, sweeping across the scorched mountains and rivers, penetrating the chaotic heat layer, and extending further south.

What he was looking for was the aura of the dragon race.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and looked southeast: "Found it..."