Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huanglong took the golden gourd from Xuandu and saw Fuxi's true spirit floating inside the gourd.

Although it was still a golden light, unlike before its reincarnation, about one percent of the immense demonic fortune that originally surrounded that light had disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear, but rather it merged into the destiny of the human race during the reincarnation of Fuxi.

Thus, it can be predicted that with each reincarnation of Fuxi, a portion of the innate divine and demonic fortune within him will be transformed into the human race's fortune.

When all that immense fortune was transformed into the fortune of the human race, it was only natural that Fuxi became the common ruler of the human race and the Heavenly Emperor among the Three Sovereigns.

And in this process, the human race will continue to grow stronger, from a minor race in the primordial world to one that can compete with all other races.

"Let's go, I'll send Fuxi into reincarnation first."

Huanglong, carrying Xuandu, flashed to the Six Paths Reincarnation Disc.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation Wheel slowly rotated, its six colors of light intertwining to bring a faint glow to the underworld.

The Ten Kings of Hell and the Four Judges sent each eligible soul to the Wheel of Reincarnation, where Huanglong would erase their memories and send them into the cycle of reincarnation.

Everything was in order and in perfect order.

Huanglong stood before the Wheel of Reincarnation, a thought flickering in his mind.

Fuxi's true spirit floated out of the gourd and hovered in front of the Yellow Dragon.

Huang Long gazed calmly at the sleeping figure within the golden light.

"Fuxi, go!"

His voice carried an inexplicable meaning, like the echo of the six realms of reincarnation.

"I hope you live longer in this life."

With a wave of his hand, Fuxi's true spirit plunged straight into the golden passage.

In an instant, golden light shot into the sky, once again piercing through the underworld and the primordial wilderness.

The pillar of light, carrying the true spirit of Fuxi and many reincarnated human souls, slowly rose.

As Fuxi's true spirit transformed into countless golden specks of light, the souls that had been reincarnated alongside him were also tinged with golden light, merging into the pillar of light and disappearing without a trace.

"Lucky guy!"

Huanglong looked at the spirit that had been reincarnated with Fuxi and murmured aloud.

These wandering spirits, reincarnated alongside the true spirit of Fuxi, are naturally blessed with good fortune and will surely achieve great things in the future.

The beam of light slowly receded, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc once again emitted six-colored light, intertwining with each other.

Xuan Du looked at all this, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Senior brother," he turned to Huanglong, "how did you become the Lord of the Underworld? And where did all these Grand Luo Immortals come from in this netherworld?"

Xuandu could sense that within this enormous Fengdu City, there were no fewer than a dozen auras that made his heart tremble.

He was already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, so the fact that these dozen or so auras could cause him to feel palpitations meant that their cultivation levels were no lower than his.

Huanglong returned the golden gourd to Xuandu and smiled slightly: "Let's go, I'll tell you slowly."

The Hall of the Demon King!

Huanglong and Xuandu sat facing each other, the ghostly lamps in the hall emitting a faint blue light that cast their shadows on and off.

As Xuandu listened to Huanglong's account, the shock in his eyes grew stronger.

He took over the authority of the underworld from the goddess Houtu, established the Ten Kings of Hell, the Four Judges, and the Five Ghost Emperors, and opened up the eighteen levels of hell.

He bestowed titles upon all the Great Luo Immortals of the Witch Clan, dismantled the authority of the Lord of the Underworld, and transformed the Underworld into a world capable of operating independently...!

"Senior brother, you truly live up to your reputation," Xuandu exclaimed. "You've actually managed to build the underworld into a place comparable to the Heavenly Court."

Huang Long waved his hand: "It's just to be lazy. Once the Goddess Houtu returns, all these powers will be returned."

"The divine positions of those great witches of the witch clan shouldn't be taken back, right?" Xuandu asked!

Huang Long nodded: "Of course not. Those witch clans who hold these divine positions can share the responsibilities with the Goddess Houtu, and they have no disloyalty to her. At the same time, they can accumulate merit for the witch clan. This is the best outcome for both the witch clan and the Goddess Houtu."

Xuan Du nodded thoughtfully.

Both the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are burdened with the karmic obstacles brought about by the Great Calamity. The Demon Clan, protected by the Goddess Nuwa, is able to find refuge in the northern part of the prehistoric world.

The Wu tribe was taken to the underworld by the Goddess Houtu. Now, being able to share the burdens of the Goddess Houtu and accumulate merit to eliminate karmic obstacles is indeed the best outcome.

"Senior brother has really gone to great lengths," Xuandu exclaimed.

Huang Long smiled but didn't say anything more.

After catching up, Xuan Du stood up, preparing to take his leave.

"Senior brother, I should go back now. I still need to keep an eye on Fuxi's reincarnation."

Huanglong nodded, waved his hand, and used the essence of the underworld to condense a talisman, which he then handed to Xuandu.

"This is the Netherworld Decree, formed from the original authority of the underworld. With this decree, you can communicate with the primordial world and the underworld at any time, and enter and exit freely without having to detour through the Blood Sea."

Xuandu accepted the Netherworld Token and put it into his sleeve!

"Thank you, senior brother!"

"Go!" Huanglong waved his hand, opening up a passage to the primordial world, without saying anything more.

After all, given Fuxi's current situation, each reincarnation would take anywhere from a few hundred years to over a thousand years.

For them, it will be only a matter of time before they reunite.

Xuan Du nodded, turned around, and stepped into the passage.

Huanglong watched Xuandu's disappearing figure, then turned to look outside the underworld.

While observing the changes in the underworld, the Styx Ancestor suddenly saw the oppressive gaze of the Yellow Dragon and couldn't help but tremble.

"Why do I feel like I'm facing Houtu?" Styx murmured.

He then withdrew his gaze, sank into the depths of the sea of ​​blood, and ceased investigating the changes in the underworld.

Huanglong withdrew his gaze, turned around and returned to the Six Paths Reincarnation Disc. His body was enveloped by the Dao of Reincarnation, and the laws intertwined, merging with the Six Paths Reincarnation Disc.

After that, every few hundred to several thousand years, Xuandu will send Fuxi's true spirit to the underworld for reincarnation.

Each time, Huanglong would investigate the true spirit of Fuxi after his reincarnation and send Fuxi's true spirit into the cycle of human reincarnation!

Just as Huang Long had guessed, Fuxi's destiny belonged to an innate deity, the destiny of the demon emperor of the demon race, which gradually merged into the destiny of the human race through repeated reincarnations.

Every time Xuandu came to the underworld, he would tell Huanglong about the changes that Fuxi's reincarnation brought to the human race.

"Senior brother, the human race's fortune is getting stronger and stronger!" Xuandu said excitedly.

"Each time Fuxi reincarnates, he leads the human tribes to rise, and that fortune is like sweet rain, nourishing countless humans."

"Now, the human race has seen the reappearance of Golden Immortal level experts. With Golden Immortals in charge, the human race's strength has surpassed that of most other races in the prehistoric world."

Huang Long nodded, a relieved smile on his face.

Although he had not witnessed the changes in the human race firsthand, he could imagine the scene from Xuandu's account.

Humans were once one of the weakest races in the primordial world, oppressed by all other races and preyed upon by ferocious beasts, struggling to survive among them.