Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The Ten Kings of Hell and the Five Ghost Emperors were established, and many underworld officials were granted titles and privileges to share the work of reincarnation.

In this way, he can be freed from the complicated dealings with the spirits of the dead and concentrate on comprehending the great path of the underworld and the cycle of reincarnation.

Is there anyone more suitable than the Wu Clan among them?

Those powerful witches can not only intimidate many evil spirits with their powerful physical bodies, but also temper their bodies with the yin energy of the underworld.

Most importantly, participating in the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld gives these witches an opportunity to accumulate merit.

A win-win situation!

The next moment, Huanglong appeared below the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc, in the habitat of the Wu tribe.

This land was separated by Houtu's sage power, forming its own world.

"Huh!"

Huanglong discovered this small world; although the sky was gray, it gave him a warm feeling.

It was as if a sun was radiating gentle warmth in this space.

With a slight thought, Huang Long instantly found the source of warmth in this world.

Zhu Rong!

The source of all warmth in this world is Zhu Rong, the last ancestral witch of the Wu tribe, who holds the essence of fire.

At this moment, Zhu Rong is fast asleep in a secluded cave deep in the earth.

The cave is located at the very center of this land, and there are faint dark red patterns on the cave walls, which are traces left by the fire source nurtured by Zhu Rong over many years.

Zhu Rong lay on a huge rock at the deepest part of the cave, snoring loudly.

In this underworld, there are neither rivals of the Wu tribe nor a place for Zhu Rong to display his talents; only slumber can best while away the time.

While Zhurong slept, the heat he released warmed the land where the Wu tribe lived.

The figure of Huanglong appeared in the cave and stood beside Zhurong.

His appearance caused no commotion; there was no sound of wind, no footsteps, and not even his breath was detected.

At this moment, Huanglong is the ruler of the underworld. The entire underworld is under his control. He can completely integrate himself into the world of the underworld without revealing a trace of his aura.

Since Zhu Rong does not cultivate his primordial spirit and faces no danger in the underworld, no one can detect his presence.

Huanglong looked at Zhurong, who was snoring loudly, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't wake Zhu Rong, but instead took out a jar of blood date wine from the Xuanhuang Realm!

Huang Long gently tapped open the wine cap.

The wine is as red as blood, with a rich and mellow aroma. This jar of wine is a jar of blood jujube wine that has been brewed for several generations.

As the bottle cap was opened, a rich aroma of wine filled the entire cave.

The aroma of the wine was domineering yet mellow, with a hint of sweetness, a touch of spiciness, and an incredibly rich, bloody scent.

The aroma of wine in the air was inhaled into Zhu Rong's stomach along with his snoring!

Zhu Rong, who was fast asleep, was drawn in by the domineering aroma of wine. His nostrils twitched slightly, and drops of saliva kept flowing down from the corners of his mouth.

"Good wine!" Zhu Rong murmured, his voice low and indistinct, as if he were still in a dream.

His body shifted slightly, and his enormous hands groped around his body, seemingly searching for a wine jar.

Standing still, he merely shook the wine jar in his hand slightly, and the aroma of wine in the cave became even stronger.

Zhu Rong's nose twitched a few more times, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly opened.

Those were eyes that were fiery red, blazing like the sun, as if two great suns were burning in their sockets, full of majesty and aggression, making people dare not look directly at them.

Zhu Rong straightened up, his enormous body rising from the ground like a mountain peak.

His gaze was fixed on the wine jar in Huanglong's hand, and he swallowed hard!

"Gurgle!"

The sound echoed within the cave, like thunder.

Huanglong looked at Zhurong, a smile appearing on his lips.

"What? It's only been tens of thousands of years, and you don't recognize me, senior?" He raised the wine jar in his hand and shook it, the wine swirling inside and releasing a rich aroma. "I specially brought this wine for you, senior."

Zhu Rong stared at the wine jar, and terrifying heat emanated from his body, seemingly melting the void!

His throat bobbed again, and in an instant, he made his move.

A gigantic hand grabbed the wine jar in Huanglong's hand with incredible speed. The speed was so great that it caused cracks to appear in the space inside the cave.

If this were in the prehistoric world, Huanglong, with his cultivation level, would naturally not be able to avoid this attack.

Zhu Rong, with her unparalleled physical strength as an Ancestral Witch, could shatter the surrounding space with a mere gesture. Although Huang Long was at the peak of the Great Luo realm, there was still a significant gap between him and the Ancestral Witch in terms of physical strength.

But this is not the primordial wilderness, but the underworld.

At this time, Huanglong was the ruler of the underworld, possessing control over the entire underworld.

The moment Zhu Rong made her move, Huang Long's mind stirred, and his figure instantly vanished from his original spot, reappearing several feet away, leaving only a phantom image in the original place.

Zhu Rong's palm brushed past the afterimage left by Huang Long and grasped at nothing.

"what?"

Zhu Rong looked at her empty hand, then at Huang Long beside her, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Although he didn't use his full strength in that grab, it was still something that even a Great Immortal could not easily avoid.

Huang Long's behavior just now was a bit abnormal!

Zhu Rong's gaze lingered on Huang Long, scrutinizing him closely.

A moment later, his brows furrowed.

"Why do you smell like my little sister?"

Zhu Rong's voice was deep and rough, tinged with a hint of doubt, "Where is my little sister?"

Huanglong did not answer, but instead threw the wine jar in his hand at Zhurong.

Zhu Rong took the wine jar, but did not immediately drink it. Instead, he stared at Huang Long, waiting for his answer.

Huanglong looked into Zhurong's eyes and slowly said, "The Goddess Houtu is a little tired and has asked me to temporarily take over as the ruler of the underworld."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong remained silent for a moment. Although he did not cultivate his primordial spirit, his true spirit could sense that Huang Long was not lying.

He looked down at the wine jar in his hand, then looked up at Huanglong, then raised the wine jar, tilted his head back, and took a swig.

"Gulp, gulp...!"

After swallowing half a jar of blood date wine, Zhu Rong finally put down the wine jar and let out a long breath.

"It still tastes the same!"

He gave a thumbs-up, then looked at Huanglong and said, "Since my little sister has appointed you as the temporary ruler of the underworld, I have nothing more to say."

His tone was flat, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Zhu Rong's reaction was exactly what Huang Long had expected.

Huanglong then took out a jar of blood date wine and drank with Zhurong. At the same time, he told Zhurong about the changes in the primordial world since the Wu tribe entered the underworld.

The story begins with the birth of acquired spiritual energy... and continues until the Heavenly Court welcomes a new Heavenly Emperor, finally mentioning the true spirit of Fuxi, who has been reincarnated through the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

"Fuxi!"

When Fuxi was mentioned, Zhurong's eyes instantly lit up with golden light.

He looked at Huanglong, his voice trembling slightly, "If Fuxi can be reincarnated, then...!"

Huanglong shook his head. He knew that Zhurong wanted to ask whether other fallen ancestral witches could also return through reincarnation.

"Then why is Fuxi allowed to be reincarnated?" Zhu Rong's voice suddenly rose, filled with boundless anger.