Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

He paused, and seeing that Houtu did not interrupt, he continued:

"Firstly, it can solve the problem of insufficient manpower in the underworld; secondly, the disciples of the Wu clan can cultivate in the underworld and temper their bodies with the Yin energy and the energy of reincarnation, which may allow them to find another path; thirdly... the great calamity is coming, and if the Wu clan leaves behind a lineage in the underworld, it can be considered as preparing for the future."

After saying this, Huang Long felt somewhat uneasy.

This was the only thing he could do for the Wu tribe, to leave them a way out.

Houtu remained silent for a long time after hearing this, and the Three Pure Ones also looked at Huanglong in surprise.

Above the sea of ​​blood, only the sound of gentle waves lapping could be heard.

After a long while, Houtu slowly turned around, her gaze towards Huanglong carrying a deeper meaning: "You also believe that the Witch Clan is no match for the Demon Clan?"

Huang Long shook his head. He couldn't very well say that neither the Wu nor Yao races were victorious, and that both races would withdraw from the grand stage of the prehistoric world!

Houtu neither accepted nor refused, but simply gave Huanglong a deep look before her figure transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the barrier of the underworld.

Huanglong stood still, looking in the direction where Houtu had disappeared, and let out a long breath.

He didn't know what the consequences of his words would be, but... at least he said them.

Huanglong placed numerous restrictions on that drop of blood, completely sealing off the aura emanating from it, before taking out a jade bottle and placing Pangu's essence blood into it.

"Little Yellow Dragon, you are truly blessed."

The Supreme Saint Taiqing, standing to the side, spoke with a smile.

"Senior Uncle," Huang Long quickly bowed.

Laozi nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the jade bottle in his hand: "Although Pangu's essence blood is good, do not refine it lightly before removing the evil energy from its creation."

"This disciple understands," Huang Long replied respectfully.

"Um!"

Taiqing nodded slightly and continued, "Now that the matter of the Blood Sea is settled, will you return to Kunlun, or go to my Shouyang Mountain?"

Huang Long was taken aback, then looked at his master!

He hesitated for a moment, then bowed to his master: "Disciple... has been to Uncle-Master's Daoist temple, Jin'ao Island, and Uncle-Master's Shouyang Mountain. Disciple has not yet been there. I hope Master will grant me permission."

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Huanglong. He knew that Huanglong had gone to Jin'ao Island and Shouyang Mountain to maintain the relationship between the Three Pure Ones.

"Go if you want. With you not in Kunlun, I can finally have some peace and quiet!"

These words sounded like disdain, but Huang Long detected a hint of satisfaction in them.

He felt a sense of relief and bowed again to Yuanshi Tianzun: "Thank you, Master!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader chuckled from the side, "Little Yellow Dragon, remember to bring a congratulatory gift! Otherwise, you'll be punished by your second brother when you return to Kunlun!"

"I will remember this!" Huang Long said with a smile.

Taiqing said no more. With a flick of his sleeve, the Taiji diagram beneath his feet stretched out into a golden bridge, one end landing in the sea of ​​blood, and the other end extending towards the southern part of the prehistoric world.

"Let's go."

Huanglong stepped onto the golden bridge and glanced back at the sea of ​​blood.

The crimson seawater continued to surge, the barriers of the underworld emitted a ghostly light in the distance, and the gates of the six realms of reincarnation slowly rotated.

The Styx Ancestor has long since sunk to the bottom of the sea to cultivate!

The golden bridge contracted, carrying Lao Tzu and the Yellow Dragon, transforming into a stream of light and disappearing into the horizon.

In the southern part of the prehistoric world, there is Shouyang Mountain.

This mountain is not majestic, no more than ten thousand feet high, and can only be considered a small hill among the thousands of sacred mountains in the primordial world.

But a mountain is not famous for its height, but for the saint who dwells there!

During that great calamity of ten suns eclipsing the heavens, some members of the human race were protected by this mountain and thus did not disappear completely in the southern part of this prehistoric world.

Since then, Shouyang Mountain has become the ancestral home of the human race in the southern part of the prehistoric world.

Since the Sage Taiqing established the ancestral temple of the Human Religion here, Shouyang Mountain has become a sacred place that countless human races in the prehistoric world yearn for.

Around Shouyang Mountain, various human tribes radiated outwards towards the southern part of the prehistoric wilderness, using it as their center.

Huanglong stood on the clouds, looking down below.

He saw the scene of humans hunting, the scene of humans performing sacrifices; he also saw the human race encountering giant beasts, half of the tribe being destroyed, and human beings falling one by one under the claws of the giant beasts, blood splattering, yet no one retreated.

Weak, yet resilient.

This is the human race.

"Master Uncle, the human race is now..." Huang Long asked hesitantly.

"Full of vitality!" Taiqing said calmly. "In the past, on the continent, they were regarded as food by the demon race and as ants by the witch race. All the races of the prehistoric world could bully them. After the calamity of the ten days, they have now become one of the few great races on this land."

The golden bridge beneath his feet descended into the mountains, and the Eight Views Palace appeared before him.

It wasn't a magnificent palace, but just a few simple bamboo houses surrounding a small courtyard.

There is an old pine tree in the courtyard, with a stone table and benches under it, and an unfinished chess game on the table.

Outside the courtyard, the medicinal fields stretch out, filled with all kinds of innate spiritual herbs. The air is filled with spiritual energy and the fragrance of herbs is intoxicating, which can refresh the mind and soul.

"Xuan Du," Tai Qing called out.

In the medicinal herb field, Xuan Du, who was tending to the spiritual herbs, heard Tai Qing's call, looked up, and saw Tai Qing and Huang Long on the golden bridge.

"Teacher," Xuandu called out to the Sage Taiqing, then saw Huanglong, his eyes flashing with surprise, "Senior Brother Huanglong!"

"Junior Brother Xuandu." Huang Long stepped forward with a smile, and the two exchanged a knowing smile, everything understood without words.

The two went up Kunlun Mountain together to cultivate and comprehend the Great Dao. Xuandu became the second master of the Huanglong Daoist Temple.

Later, Huanglong traveled through the prehistoric world, and Xuandu left Kunlun with Laozi. The two were separated for tens of thousands of years.

"You fellow disciples should catch up!" Taiqing said, his figure disappearing from the bamboo house, leaving only his echoing voice reverberating in the courtyard, "Don't neglect your cultivation!"

Xuandu bowed towards the direction of the bamboo house: "This disciple will remember."

After Taiqing left, Xuandu led Huanglong to sit down on the stone bench and looked him up and down: "Why did you return with Master, Senior Brother?"

Huang Long briefly recounted his experience in the Blood Sea: "I went to Jin'ao Island and listened to my Uncle Tongtian preach. I originally intended to go directly to Shouyang Mountain to pay my respects to my Grand Uncle, but I unexpectedly encountered the Ancestral Witch Houtu... After that, I came to Shouyang Mountain with my Grand Uncle."

Although Huanglong spoke casually, Xuandu was terrified: "The remnant soul of the Chaos Demon God... the explosion of the origin of reincarnation... the Ancestral Witch Houtu used the head of the Chaos Demon God to evolve the Six Paths of Reincarnation... Senior Brother, your experience is truly magnificent."

Huang Long gave a wry smile: "I'd rather have a simpler life."

As the two chatted and laughed, Huang Long took out a congratulatory gift from his sleeve to congratulate his senior master on establishing a new temple!

The same spiritual fruits and immortal wines as those presented to the Tongtian Sect Leader.

"This is..." Xuan Du's eyes lit up as he gazed at the plate of spiritual fruits emanating a powerful Daoist aura and an alluring fragrance. "Crimson Jade Golden Glow Tangerines!"

Huang Long laughed, "This batch matured after my junior brother and senior master left Kunlun, so they just missed it!"

"I brought this as a congratulatory gift for my senior master's opening of a new temple. Now that he's not here, it's just as good to give it to you!"

Ordinary spiritual fruits are not surprising to Xuan Du, but the spiritual fruits produced by innate spiritual roots have different effects and are quite precious.

Most importantly, this time, the Crimson Jade Golden Glow Orange was planted by Xuandu and Huanglong together in the Five Elements Grotto.

Its significance is naturally extraordinary.

Xuan Du accepted it without any hesitation, smiling as he did so!

As the two were talking, the courtyard gate was slammed open with brute force.

"Moo...!"