Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Seeing that his mind was made up, Duobao did not insist on keeping him. He only sighed and said, "Junior Brother has done so much for our Jie Sect. I am deeply grateful for your kindness. If you ever need anything in the future, just send me a message, and I will certainly not refuse."

"Senior brother, you flatter me."

After bidding farewell to the Three Immortals and others, Huanglong went to pay his respects to the Tongtian Sect Leader.

Deep within Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Leader sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, his body radiating Daoist energy, seemingly merging with the entire Jin'ao Island.

With each breath of the sage, immeasurable innate spiritual energy gathered over the entire Golden Turtle Island.

Otherwise, Jin'ao Island alone would not be able to support the cultivation of nearly ten thousand disciples of the Jie Sect.

"Disciple Huang Long greets Martial Uncle." Huang Long bowed respectfully.

Tongtian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Huanglong, as if he could see through everything: "Are you leaving?"

"yes!"

"Let's go to Shouyang Mountain!"

"yes!"

Huanglong had no doubts when Tongtian revealed his next destination; the power of a sage was such that few things in the world could be hidden from them.

Huang Long truthfully replied, "I have benefited greatly from Jin'ao Island, and my cultivation has improved. I wish to go to Shouyang Mountain to pay my respects to my senior master."

Tongtian nodded slightly: "Your foundation lies in creation and in the Xuanhuang Realm, which is now beginning to take shape. If you continue down this path, you may be able to find a Hunyuan Path that is different from the Three Corpses Path."

Huang Long was shocked – the sage had indeed seen through his true intentions long ago.

Tongtian abruptly changed the subject, "If you wish to go to the Western Lands, you may go without worry. If Jieyin or Zhunti dare to attack you, my Zhuxian Sword has never seen the blood of a saint..."

Huang Long's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, Martial Uncle!"

After leaving Biyou Palace and Jin'ao Island, Huanglong opened up a spatial passage that led directly to the southern part of the prehistoric world.

Just as it appeared in the southern part of the prehistoric world, a communication talisman at its waist suddenly vibrated.

Huang Long frowned slightly and took out a communication talisman—this was crafted years ago to facilitate the restoration of the southern region of the prehistoric world by the various dragon clans!

At this moment, the aura revealed in the communication talisman was none other than Ao Qing, the newly promoted Great Luo Golden Immortal of the Dragon Clan.

Upon probing with divine sense, Ao Qing's anxious voice came through:

"Lord Huanglong! We encountered Hou Yi of the Wu tribe in the southern part of the prehistoric world! But something seems amiss!"

Hou Yi?

Huang Long was startled.

In that great war between the Lich King and the Demon King, in order to protect Hou Yi from being implicated in the war between the Quasi-Saints, the Ancestral Witch Qiangliang casually opened a spatial passage and threw Hou Yi into it.

Later, the demon race retreated to the heavens, while the witch race took control of the earth.

Surprisingly, the Ancestral Witch did not take Hou Yi back to Buzhou Mountain to recuperate.

Should it be left alone in the southern wilderness?

Moreover, judging from Ao Qing's tone, it seems that something else happened to Hou Yi.

After a moment's thought, Huanglong tore through space and headed towards Ao Qing's location.

We can go to Shouyang Mountain later, but we must get to the bottom of the matter of Hou Yi.

After all, he had a good relationship with Hou Yi.

……

In the southern part of the primordial wilderness, this land was once scorched into a wasteland by the true fire of the sun drawn by ten golden crows, and later reduced to ruins by the great war between the witch and demon races.

Thanks to the combined efforts of Huanglong and many other dragon clans in repairing the site, and after thousands of years of recuperation, it has regained some of its vitality.

Although the mountains rise and fall, a mountain ten thousand feet high is already the highest peak, which is incomparable to any spiritual peak in other areas of the prehistoric world that exceeds ten thousand feet.

The rivers and streams, with their interconnected waterways, nourish the creatures on both banks.

On the vast plain, the vegetation is lush, and wild beasts often roam among it.

What surprised Huanglong the most was that the number of living beings in this area was several times greater than he remembered!

Birds, beasts, insects, fish, plants, and all kinds of living things thrive and multiply here.

Although their overall strength was relatively weak—a True Immortal was considered a strong person, and a Celestial Immortal could dominate a region—their vibrant vitality was truly moving.

"Strange...!" Huang Long muttered to himself.

Logically speaking, the southern part of the prehistoric world suffered the most damage in the great war, with its earth veins broken and spiritual energy dissipated! Although Huanglong led the dragon clan to repair it and released some creatures to multiply, it should not have such vitality.

However, it seems that although the concentration of spiritual energy in the world is indeed far less than that in the eastern part of the prehistoric world, the prosperity of living beings is far beyond what is expected.

As I was pondering this, the clouds parted ahead, and a familiar figure came to greet me.

"grown ups!"

It was Ao Qing.

After thousands of years, Ao Qing's cultivation level was still at the early stage of the Great Luo realm, without much improvement, but his aura was clearer, his dragon might was restrained, and his demeanor was calm.

He was followed by more than ten dragons, all of whom had participated in the restoration of the primordial land. The lowest level of these dragons was Golden Immortal.

"No need for formalities," Huang Long waved his hand. "What are the specifics? Why is Hou Yi here?"

Ao Qing's expression was solemn: "I don't know either. In the southern part of the prehistoric world, clouds and rain were brought forth to regulate the water veins. At first, everything went smoothly, and the southern water network gradually recovered, allowing the creatures to recuperate."

"However, thirty years ago, we discovered an area where a large number of human tribes existed. Knowing that you were the totem of the human tribes, we often sent clouds and rain to the human tribes and took care of them."

"While passing by a tribe, I sensed a familiar aura of the shamanic tribe. Following the trail, I discovered the Great Shaman Hou Yi outside a human tribe."

"Human tribe?" Huang Long frowned even more deeply.

The current witch race and the human race have little interaction, and because they are different races, their lifestyles and cultivation methods are vastly different.

Hou Yi, as a Great Luo of the Wu tribe, and having burned his own essence, did not return to the Wu tribe to recuperate, but instead stayed in a human tribe?

"Exactly." Ao Qing nodded. "What's even stranger is that the Great Witch Hou Yi's cultivation level... seems to have fallen to the Golden Immortal realm."

Huang Long's pupils contracted: "Are you sure?"

When he saw Hou Yi burn his Great Witch Essence, he knew that if Hou Yi did not repair his essence in time, he would definitely fall in realm and even be in danger of losing his life.

Unexpectedly, in just over a thousand years, he has already fallen to the Golden Immortal realm.

"We dare not speak presumptuously," Ao Qing said with a wry smile. "At first, we also thought it was an illusion, but after observing in secret for several years, the Great Witch Hou Yi did indeed only display the strength of a Golden Immortal. Moreover, he seems to have completely forgotten the existence of the Witch Clan and considers himself a human."

Huang Long was silent for a moment, then asked, "Where is he now? Take me to see him."

"My lord, please come with me."

Ao Qing led the way, and the group flew south to a hilly area.

Nestled amidst towering mountains, a great river meanders through the landscape, with dozens of tribes of varying sizes scattered along its banks.

These tribes mostly live in houses made of earth and wood, with fences as boundaries, and smoke curling from their chimneys, presenting a peaceful scene.

What surprised Huanglong the most was the scale of these human tribes.

Roughly estimated, there are millions of humans living in this area!

"Where did so many humans come from?" Huang Long asked.

Ao Qing replied, "It is said that they migrated from the coast of the East Sea. Strangely enough, this place with its sparse spiritual energy is particularly suitable for humans."

With no powerful tribes threatening them, abundant prey, and lush vegetation, humans multiplied rapidly here.

Huang Long nodded.

Humans are naturally intelligent. While most humans may not be as gifted as other creatures in the prehistoric world, they are extremely adaptable.

The scarcity of spiritual energy had little impact on them; on the contrary, the lack of powerful beings hindering their development allowed them to progress rapidly.

On the shores of the East China Sea, every time the human race expands its territory, it has to fight with other races and creatures to compete for living space!

Therefore, even though the human race has produced several generations of leaders, they can still only huddle on the shores of the East Sea.