Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

However, Xuan Du himself was completely unharmed.

The Xuanhuang light emanating from the Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda, like an inverted bell, completely blocked the Southern Ghost Emperor's attacks.

That terrifying axe strike, when it struck the Xuanhuang light, only created ripples, without even touching the hem of Xuandu's clothes.

The Southern Ghost Emperor looked troubled as he watched this scene.

"I hate you cultivators who control magical treasures the most!" he muttered, but his hands didn't stop moving.

He sheathed his battle axe, and the bloodthirsty aura emanating from his body became even more intense.

That bloodthirsty aura combined with the origin of the underworld, transforming into blood-red chains that wrapped around the battle axe, causing its power to surge.

"Take another axe blow!"

The Southern Ghost Emperor roared and swung his axe down again.

This axe blow was stronger, faster, and more ruthless than the previous one.

The axe blade sliced ​​through the void, creating a dark crack in which turbulent spatial currents could be faintly seen.

Blood-red chains coiled around the axe blade like blood snakes, baring their fangs and claws, ferocious and terrifying.

Xuan Du's brows furrowed even more.

He could block the axe, but the collision of the two forces would create enough aftershocks to completely destroy the gates of hell before him.

The Gate of Hell stands here, clearly the gateway to the underworld, related to the reincarnation of countless souls. If it is destroyed, it will anger the Earth Goddess, and the matter of reincarnation of Fuxi in the Song Dynasty may change again!

But the Southern Ghost Emperor didn't give him a chance to speak; his battle axe had already come down, and he could only take it head-on.

Xuan Du gritted his teeth and activated the Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda, pushing the Xuanhuang light to its limit.

At this critical moment!

A figure appeared out of thin air between Xuandu and the Southern Ghost Emperor.

The figure was surrounded by six-colored light, intertwined with the power of reincarnation, as if it had emerged from the void, silent yet exuding an aura of majesty that could not be ignored.

It is Huanglong.

He raised his right hand and waved it gently.

This seemingly casual gesture actually contains the supreme laws of the underworld.

In an instant, this space, including the Southern Ghost Emperor, suddenly froze.

The battle axe swung by the Southern Ghost Emperor stopped in mid-air, its blade just a few feet away from the Xuanhuang light emanating from the Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda, unable to advance even an inch further.

The raging bloodlust, the chilling killing intent, the terrifying power that drew upon the strength of heaven and earth... everything froze, like an insect trapped in amber, motionless.

Xuan Du felt an invisible force enveloping him, a force that carried a familiar aura, leaving him no time to resist.

Huang Long waved his hand again.

The blood-red chains on the Southern Ghost Emperor's battle axe broke inch by inch, turning into blood-red specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The violent Yin energy slowly subsided, like a tamed wild beast obediently retreating back into the body of the Southern Ghost Emperor.

That terrifying power slowly dissipated with Huanglong's wave of his hand, as if it had never existed.

Everything returned to calm.

Huanglong waved his hand again, and the souls and messengers of the underworld who had just been scattered in the aftershocks were re-formed from the void under the condensation of the primordial Dao of the underworld.

Their forms remain illusory, their faces still blurry, but their true spirits are intact, their souls complete!

The resurrected spirits and underworld messengers looked around blankly, unaware of what had happened.

The Southern Ghost Emperor's frozen form was restored. He looked at his hands, at the battle axe in his hands, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He used all his strength in that axe strike just now, and even drew upon the power of the underworld.

Even if they were both Great Immortals, they could not have accepted it so easily, let alone freeze space or stop time.

In this underworld, only one person can do it!

The Southern Ghost Emperor raised his head, looked at Huanglong, and thought to himself, "This is bad!"

He quickly sheathed his battle axe and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Lord of the Underworld!"

Huang Long looked at him calmly, his gaze revealing neither joy nor anger.

The Southern Ghost Emperor's heart tightened, and he quickly pointed at Xuan Du, explaining, "Lord of the Underworld, this fellow, in his living form, attempted to force his way through the Gates of Hell. I merely...!"

"Alright." Huang Long waved his hand, interrupting the Southern Ghost Emperor.

His voice was calm and composed, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "He has the permission of the Goddess Houtu to freely enter the underworld. It's my fault for not explaining this clearly to you all."

Upon hearing this, the Southern Ghost Emperor's expression changed drastically.

With the permission of the Earth Goddess Houtu, one can freely enter the underworld?

He glanced at Xuandu, then at Huanglong, and inwardly groaned.

This is a disaster! If the Ancestral Witch finds out that he has offended a distinguished guest of the Goddess Houtu, he...!

The Southern Ghost Emperor could not imagine his miserable state.

Fortunately, he did not make a serious mistake.

The Southern Ghost Emperor bowed deeply to the Yellow Dragon: "Your subordinate knows his mistake. Please, Lord of the Underworld, do not inform the Ancestral Witch."

Huanglong waved his hand: "Ignorance is no excuse. I will not tell Zhurong. I will create a pass to the underworld. Anyone who holds the pass can freely enter and leave the underworld without being stopped."

The Southern Ghost Emperor nodded repeatedly, then clasped his hands in apology to Xuandu: "Fellow Daoist, I have offended you greatly just now, please forgive me."

Xuan Du looked at the Southern Ghost Emperor, and the anger in his heart had dissipated by more than half.

He wasn't a petty person, and since the other party had already apologized, he wouldn't hold a grudge.

"It's alright." Xuandu nodded. "It's my duty, fellow Daoist, I understand."

The Southern Ghost Emperor glanced gratefully at Xuandu, bowed to Huanglong, and then turned back to Mount Luofu.

His figure disappeared into the gates of hell, his hurried footsteps seemingly afraid that Huanglong would change his mind.

At the gates of hell, only Huanglong and Xuandu remained.

Huang Long turned to look at Xuan Du, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

Xuan Du stared at Huang Long with a look of astonishment on his face, as if he were seeing him for the first time.

"Senior brother...!" Xuan Du's voice was hoarse. "How did you become the Lord of the Underworld?"

Huanglong laughed and said, "It's temporary. The Goddess Houtu is tired and wants me to manage this underworld for a while."

"Temporarily?" Xuandu was even more surprised. "The Goddess Houtu actually entrusted you with the authority of the underworld temporarily?"

"What, you don't believe me?" Huang Long waved his hand, and the origin of heaven and earth in the underworld gathered in his hand, turning into a ball of dark blue light, exuding a terrifying pressure.

Xuan Du looked at the ball of light and felt the power of the underworld's origin contained within it, finally accepting this fact.

"As expected of my senior brother," Xuandu exclaimed sincerely.

Huanglong withdrew his light, looked at the golden gourd in Xuandu's hand, and asked, "Has your return come after the death of Fuxi's first reincarnation?"

Xuan Du nodded and handed the golden gourd to Huang Long.

"After Fuxi was reincarnated as a human, he was born in a tribe called 'Fengyan' and named 'Fengxi'. He was exceptionally intelligent and his cultivation progressed extremely rapidly, reaching the Celestial Immortal realm in just over a hundred years. He led the Fengyan tribe in battles against other tribes, establishing the prestige of the human race and acquiring vast territories."

Xuan Du paused for a moment, then continued, "Unfortunately, he was too outstanding and was ambushed by a coalition of other races, ultimately perishing."

"How long have you lived?" Huang Long asked.

"Eight hundred years," Xuandu said. "From birth to death, exactly eight hundred years."