Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

In the sea of ​​blood, crimson blood mist permeated the air, and the passage of time was imperceptible.

Huanglong sat cross-legged on a black reef protruding from the sea, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and deep. With each powerful heartbeat, the blood sea within a million miles trembled. Countless true spirits in the blood sea, who had lost consciousness, dared not approach.

Ten thousand years have passed since Houtu, the ancestral witch, began to comprehend the Great Dao.

Ten thousand years is but a fleeting moment in the primordial world, but for Huanglong, it is a ten thousand years of immense gain.

Over the course of ten thousand years, Huanglong focused solely on refining the blood essence of "Pangu" to cultivate his physical body, putting everything else aside.

Huanglong had already cultivated the "Blood Source Condensation Technique" to a level beyond supernatural.

He formed a hand seal, with thirty-six dark red blood essences floating above his palms!

Each of these blood essences is the size of a longan, with a smooth surface like a gemstone, and the Pangu aura inside is faint but pure.

They slowly rotated in the air, arranging themselves into a mysterious formation, connected by invisible threads, forming a complete cycle.

This is Huanglong's self-created "method of refining blood and essence together".

The Wu tribe can only condense one blood essence at a time when performing the Blood Essence Condensation Technique, which requires complete concentration and takes a long time.

However, through ten thousand years of use, Huanglong combined the Shangqing Formation, Yuqing Weapon Refining Techniques, and Taiqing Alchemy to create something new and innovative with this supernatural power.

Now, his divine sense has split into thirty-six parts, simultaneously controlling the purification and condensation of thirty-six blood sea areas, increasing efficiency by more than a hundred times.

"receive."

Huanglong opened his eyes, a fleeting glint of pale golden light flashing within them.

He absorbed half of the thirty-six blood essences into his stomach, while the other eighteen were stored in the Xuanhuang Realm.

Now, the speed at which he condenses Pangu's blood essence far exceeds the speed at which he absorbs it.

As the eighteen blood essences entered his mouth, the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique was activated, and in an instant, the blood energy, so violent that it could cause a Taiyi Golden Immortal to explode and die, burst forth!

Huang Long remained calm, but as he circulated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, a roar like a raging flood emanated from his body, and the laws of the Great Dao appeared around him, with faint golden runes flowing on his body surface.

After thirty-six major cycles, the blood and qi are completely absorbed.

Huang Long stood up and clenched his fist.

"Click, click, click..."

The void, grasped casually by him, shattered under the weight!

This wasn't the use of magic; it was purely physical strength reaching a certain limit, and a single movement triggered the rules of space.

"The Seventh Revolution of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique at its peak, his physical strength... is already comparable to a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure." Huang Long muttered to himself, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. "With just his physical body, even a mid-stage Great Luo Immortal cannot leave a trace on him, even with the help of an innate spiritual treasure. If he were to combine it with spiritual treasures and divine abilities, he would be invincible below the Quasi-Saint level."

"Even ordinary quasi-saints are not without the power to fight."

This is the result of ten thousand years of arduous cultivation.

The tempering of countless "Pangu" blood essences allowed his Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to soar from the early stage of the seventh revolution to the peak of the seventh revolution, just one step away from the eighth revolution.

The eighth revolution is a major hurdle in the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. Once you break through it, your physical body will be comparable to a high-grade innate spiritual treasure, or even like the Ancestral Witch Houtu, able to directly confront a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

Huang Long was very satisfied with this improvement.

"However... there seems to be some changes on Houtu Ancestral Witch's side."

Huanglong turned his head and looked towards the center of the sea of ​​blood.

Hundreds of millions of miles away, the figure of Houtu, the ancestral witch, sitting cross-legged in the void was clearly visible.

But unlike ten thousand years ago, the yellowish-brown aura emanating from Houtu has now spread to... half of the Blood Sea!

Yes, the entire half of the sea of ​​blood was shrouded in that earthy yellow halo.

The halo was not dazzling, but rather warm and gentle, like the tender embrace of Mother Earth.

Wherever the halo reached, the filth and malevolent energy of the sea of ​​blood were suppressed, the churning seawater calmed down, and the struggling spirits temporarily stopped wailing, seemingly gaining a moment of peace.

Even more strangely, countless fine runes flowed within the halo.

They circulate, combine, and evolve around Houtu, seemingly evolving some kind of ultimate principle of heaven and earth.

Huanglong could sense that Houtu's "comprehension" had reached a critical moment.

The aura emanating from her grew deeper and more vast, as if she were no longer a solitary individual, but rather resonating deeply with the entire earth, the sea of ​​blood, and even with the billions of true spirits.

For a fleeting moment, Huanglong even had the illusion that Houtu before him was no longer a "shaman," but rather a manifestation of some kind of "Great Dao," a manifestation of the will of heaven and earth.

"Is this reincarnation?" Huanglong pondered to himself.

This question has troubled him for millennia.

He knew that the Great Dao Houtu was comprehending was related to the Sea of ​​Blood, to the True Spirit, and to the laws of life and death throughout the entire primordial world...

But was reincarnation really comprehended, evolved, and opened up by a patriarchal witch who specialized in cultivating the physical body?

Just as Huanglong was deep in thought, a sudden change occurred.

The brief calm ended, the sea surged again, and billions of lives began to wail once more.

Huanglong was suddenly awakened. Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, exclaimed, "Did you succeed?"

He looked up at Houtu above the sea of ​​blood, only to see that Houtu, the ancestral witch, had opened her eyes at some point, and the aura emanating from her body had long since disappeared.

She was now quietly gazing into the depths of the sea of ​​blood, as if something there had caused her to abandon her cultivation.

Huanglong waved his hand and collected all the Pangu Blood Essence that had not yet been fully condensed, a total of thirty-six pieces.

He then rode the Pure White Lotus, breaking through the crimson blood mist, and instantly arrived beside Houtu.

"Ancestral Witch, what happened?" Huanglong asked softly.

Houtu did not look at him; her gaze remained fixed on the depths of the sea of ​​blood, her voice low and solemn:

"I sensed it."

"You sensed it?" Huang Long looked into the depths of the sea of ​​blood with some doubt.

It was all scarlet, nothing but scarlet.

"A great opportunity!"

As Huanglong pondered, Houtu slowly uttered four words, "In the deepest part of the Blood Sea, there is something... or rather, a kind of 'existence,' which perfectly aligns with the Great Dao I have comprehended. Obtain it, and my Dao will be achieved."

Huang Long followed her gaze and looked again.

A crimson mist deep within the sea of ​​blood weakened his primordial spirit; the range of billions of miles was the limit, and beyond that, nothing could be seen.

However, after Houtu finished speaking, he faintly sensed a certain aura that made his heart tremble. Although it was weak, it carried an indescribable antiquity and terror.

"Since the opportunity is there, why doesn't the Ancestral Witch go there directly?" Huanglong asked. "The Styx Ancestor once promised that you could move freely within the Blood Sea. Now, ten thousand years have passed, and he has not appeared. Presumably, he wouldn't mind if you went deeper into the sea."

Houtu shook her head.

"You've forgotten what Styx said before he left." Her voice carried a rare hint of apprehension. "'There are some places in the Blood Sea that he is unwilling to get involved in.' He said 'unwilling,' not 'unable.' This means that even he, the Lord of the Blood Sea, has reservations about those places."

Houtu paused, then added, "And there, I sensed... a dangerous aura."