Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"But one golden crow still remains...!"

Hou Yi remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "Does it matter whether I'm willing or not? You can't force things in this world. I shot down nine suns and fought the demon race; I've done everything I had to do."

"To be able to meet Chang'e and enjoy peace with my crippled body is already thanks to the Father God's protection. As for the last Golden Crow... under the protection of Di Jun and Tai Yi, even the Ancestral Witch is not confident in killing it."

He looked up at the moon, its pure white light shining on his face, serene and content.

Huang Long said no more and bowed in farewell.

As he rode the clouds upward, he looked back and saw that Heng'e had already walked out of the courtyard and come to Hou Yi's side!

As Chang'e walked under the moonlight, strands of yin energy fell, making the moonlight in this area of ​​the human tribe seem even brighter...!

Huanglong looked at the two figures leaning on each other, smiled, and thought to himself, "Senior Houyi, in this prehistoric world, you can't just live a peaceful life whenever you want."

"Even sages couldn't do it, let alone a mere Golden Immortal like Hou Yi?"

The great shaman who once shot down nine suns with his arrows, and whose flesh and blood were so hated by many innate deities of the demon race, is now truly content to be an ordinary human.

Huang Long didn't know.

But he knew that everyone has the right to choose their own path.

Hou Yi chose to let go of the past and embrace a new life; isn't that a kind of courage?

"My lord, where are we going now?" Ao Qing asked as he caught up.

Huang Long's gaze swept over the scattered human tribes below: "Humans are developing rapidly here, which will inevitably lead to conflicts with other races. Since you are here to manage the water veins, it's always good to make some arrangements and take care of them."

"yes!"

Huanglong vanished in a flash.

Ao Qing mobilized several dragons from the Golden Immortal realm to frequently patrol the waters surrounding the human race.

"Has the Dragon God left?" Chang'e came to Hou Yi's side and looked up at the starry sky.

"Um."

"Let's go!"

"Will you leave?" Heng'e looked at Hou Yi's slightly weathered face.

"No!" Hou Yi shook his head, looking at Heng'e with a resolute expression.

......

Hundreds of millions of miles away from the Youqiong tribe, there is a "mountain" that has been built up little by little by people.

It is less than a hundred feet high and occupies no more than ten miles in circumference.

In the center of it is a piece of peachwood staff, which occasionally emits a trace of bloody aura, making the surrounding area barren.

Looking at the last traces left by Kuafu, Huanglong still felt great respect for this great shaman of the Wu tribe.

If he were willing to abandon the millions of witches and leave alone, those ten golden crows would be no match for him.

"Unfortunately... there are no 'what ifs'!"

Huanglong looked at the hill formed by Kuafu's body and said, "Presumably, Senior Kuafu, you wouldn't want this place to remain barren for billions of years?"

"I will use the soil that your body turned into as a sacrifice, and the peach staff as a seed, to plant ten miles of peach blossoms, so that you can leave a trace of yourself in the primordial world."

Huanglong commanded the Pure World White Lotus to unleash beams of purifying divine light, completely purifying the remaining blood and evil energy within the piece of peachwood staff.

Huanglong then melted that piece of peach staff into a peach pit and infused it with a massive amount of life-giving energy.

Plant it in this hillock filled with soil imbued with the spirit of Kuafu, and let nature guide it so that the peach pit may take root and sprout.

Countless roots spread for miles around with the breath of Kuafu, and Huanglong gathered a sky full of sweet rain and mist.

As drops of life-giving rain fell, a sprout emerged from the ground!

The tender buds are pale gold, and the leaves are like jade, shimmering with a crystal luster in the sunlight.

It grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, sprouting branches, unfolding leaves, and growing taller... In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, it grew into a small peach tree three feet tall.

The tree trunk is straight, the bark is smooth, and there are faint patterns resembling the bloodline of giants.

Then came the second, the third, the hundredth...

In the blink of an eye, this earthen mound, which covered an area of ​​ten miles, was transformed into a ten-mile-long peach blossom forest!

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and brimming with vitality.

Just as Huanglong was watching with satisfaction as the peach blossoms bloomed for miles, a riot of colors with no green in sight!

Imagine that Kuafu, that rough and uncultured man, would transform into ten miles of peach blossoms after his fall; Kuafu would surely be very satisfied.

Huanglong gathered countless peach blossoms and brewed several jars of peach blossom wine, which he buried under the roots of the central peach tree. At the same time, he set up a series of restrictions to seal off the area.

I look forward to returning to this place next time, to offer this peach blossom wine as a tribute to the great shaman who sacrificed himself for millions of people...!

"Young friend, you have quite the methods."

Huang Long had just finished setting up the barrier when he was startled by the sudden sound.

The voice was clear and gentle, without a trace of malice.

But Huanglong is now a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal, and he also has accumulated merit.

The person who was able to approach silently without him noticing must have at least the cultivation level of a quasi-saint.

Moreover, they are not ordinary Quasi-Saints, but must be among the most powerful ones in the primordial world!

Huang Long slowly turned his stiff neck and saw a somewhat familiar face looking at him gently. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness it wasn't one of those two from the Moon?"

"Has Huanglong met Houtu, the Ancestral Witch?"

The one who spoke was none other than Houtu, one of the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan.

I have met Huanglong several times.

However, to Huanglong's surprise, Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, was not in Buzhou Mountain, where she was working with the other Ancestral Witches to evolve the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. Instead, she appeared here.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, seemed to see through Huanglong's thoughts. "Aren't you surprised that I'm here?"

Huang Long nodded.

Houtu looked at him quietly for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it instantly brightened the entire peach grove.

"You don't need to be nervous."

Houtu walked to the place where the wine was buried, and with a casual wave of her hand, the layers of restrictions set up by Huanglong seemed to disappear without causing the slightest ripple.

A jar of freshly buried "peach blossom wine" sprouted from the ground and landed steadily in her hands. "If I wanted to make things difficult for you, you would already be a corpse by now."

Huang Long merely gave a forced smile.

Houtu opened the jar, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

As she tasted the wine, she squinted slightly, as if savoring it. A moment later, she poured half the wine from the jar onto the ground.

The amber-colored wine seeped into the soil, and a surge of powerful essence erupted, causing the ten-mile peach forest to tremble violently. All the peach trees grew taller again at a visible speed, the peach blossoms became even more abundant, and the concentration of spiritual energy increased several times over!

Houtu drank the remaining half in one gulp.

"The wine is not bad." She casually tossed the empty jar into the distance, where it turned to dust in mid-air and returned to the earth. "But the burial time was too short, it's a bit lacking."

Huang Long then snapped out of his shock and quickly took out two more jars of wine from his sleeve: "If the Ancestral Witch wishes to drink, I have more here—this is blood date wine that has been brewing under the Great Toon Tree for countless years. It is very popular among the Witch Clan. Please, Ancestral Witch, taste it."

These two jars of wine were his true treasures, and they were from the same batch that he gave to the Tongtian Sect Leader.

Houtu did not accept it; instead, she glanced at it with disdain.

"Do you know why I have only appeared now?" Houtu suddenly asked.