Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huanglong's body surged with magical power, maximizing the power of the Five Elements Tower. With the five elements flowing, it dissipated most of the force of the incoming fist.

"Knock knock knock!"

The Wu Clan Taiyi grew increasingly excited as the fight progressed, laughing wildly, "Exhilarating! Exhilarating! Your Taoist treasures are not bad, but my fists are even harder!"

"Once I smash this dilapidated tower of yours, I'll roast you and eat you!"

Huang Long didn't speak, but secretly wondered if he could escape if he used the Xuanhuang World Pearl to kill this witch clan member.

Just as the stalemate was at its peak—

"Snap!"

A sharp sound, like glass shattering, broke the stalemate between the two.

A huge hole was pierced through the space at the edge of the battlefield by an incredibly sharp force!

A pressure far stronger than that of the Taiyi Witch Clan instantly enveloped Huanglong and the Taiyi Witch Clan member!

Buzz!

The golden light that pierced through space carried a chilling aura, instantly making Huanglong feel the presence of death!

While Huanglong's body and soul were still stiff, the golden light pierced the ground in front of Huanglong with precision, but did not sink into the ground!

That was an arrow.

An arrow forged from an unknown divine iron.

The arrow shaft was dark, and its tail feathers were still vibrating violently, emitting a buzzing sound that made Huanglong uneasy.

The cracks in the space that the arrow had cut through were healing, indicating that the archer's cultivation level must be at the Great Luo Realm.

Thick bloodstains remained on the arrow, which had devoured countless powerful creatures, and a dense aura of malevolence emanated from it!

A majestic figure stepped out from the spatial hole.

Huang Long, belatedly realizing what was happening, suddenly retreated several miles, staring intently at the figure emerging from the spatial rift. He held the jade iron bestowed upon him by the Sage of Taiqing in his palm, ready to activate it at any moment.

The Wu Clan's Taiyi, looking at the dark arrow embedded in the ground, burst into laughter and said to Huanglong, "Boy, my clan's Great Witch Houyi is here! Where do you think you're going to run?"

Huang Long's heart skipped a beat: "Hou Yi!" He then relaxed, recognizing him as an acquaintance.

The figure was tall and strong, with clearly defined muscles, exuding an explosive sense of power.

Hou Yi held a huge, ancient bow in his hand. The bow seemed to be forged from some kind of divine iron, emitting a faint metallic luster.

Hou Yi did not look at the Wu tribe's Taiyi. He casually summoned the arrow stuck in the ground, and it instantly returned to his hand. Then Hou Yi's gaze fell on the yellow dragon surrounded by five-colored spiritual light.

Upon seeing Huang Long's figure, Hou Yi suddenly laughed and said, "It's been tens of thousands of years since we last met. My young friend Huang Long has actually reached the Taiyi Realm. Congratulations!" His voice completely dispelled the majesty that came with his appearance.

"Greetings, Great Wizard Hou Yi! Your aura is far surpassing what it was back then!" Huang Long said, bowing to Hou Yi after putting away the Five Elements Pagoda.

Taiyi, a member of the Wu tribe, whose face changed upon seeing Huanglong conversing with Houyi, hurriedly explained to Houyi, "Reporting to Great Witch Houyi! I was hunting demons here when I noticed this Taoist priest hiding nearby. His aura was similar to that of the demons, so I assumed he was one of them! Therefore..."

Hou Yi suddenly slapped the Taiyi Wu Clan member on the head, interrupting his words, his tone tinged with reproach: "Nonsense! You reckless fool, you must have attacked without even knowing what happened. This young friend is a disciple of the Sage Kunlun, how could he be compared to that demon race?"

"Back when I followed the Ancestral Witch to Kunlun, it was my friend Huanglong who guided us! If the Ancestral Witch Houtu finds out that you dared to attack her, you're in big trouble!" Houyi laughed as he spoke.

The witch clan member was dumbfounded. He scratched his head, looked at Hou Yi, and then at Huang Long. Only then did he realize that he had made a mistake, attacked the wrong person, and that the other party could even speak with the ancestral witch Hou Tu.

He was quite straightforward, offering a perfunctory bow to Huanglong while still speaking loudly: "Uh... so you're a disciple of a sage! My Wu clan doesn't cultivate the primordial spirit, so we were mistaken and didn't realize your mistake! Wu Tong apologizes to you here!"

Huang Long looked at Wu Tong, who was as tough as a mule, and was speechless. Wu Tong's honest and simple appearance made Huang Long wonder if he had made a mistake.

Huang Long returned the greeting helplessly: "It was all a misunderstanding. Fellow Daoist Wu Tong is also very straightforward. I was not injured."

Seeing this, Hou Yi's smile deepened: "Young friend, you are magnanimous. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, if you have nothing else to do, why not visit my tribe and let this fellow apologize properly?"

The great shaman Hou Yi personally invited him, and Huanglong couldn't refuse.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "It is my honor to be invited by you, senior. I will trouble you."

Hou Yi nodded upon hearing this: "Alright. Let's go then!"

After saying that, he threw a punch, instantly creating a spatial passage, and stepped into it with Huanglong and Wutong. As for the other Wu clan members, they simply collected the corpses of the demons on the ground as usual.

High in the sky, the moon hangs high, casting its silvery light that illuminates the boundless, primordial land.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, in the Houtu tribe, a huge bonfire was lit in an open space, the flames shooting into the sky and dispelling the silence and chill of the night.

Beside the campfire, dozens of witch warriors were busy skinning and dismembering enormous monsters, then piercing them with huge logs and roasting them by the fire.

The outer skin of the pieces of beast meat gradually turned golden, and an enticing aroma began to waft through the air. Just smelling the aroma of the meat made Huanglong's blood and qi flow faster.

Watching the Wu tribe skillfully roast food, Huanglong looked at Houyi in surprise.

"It's strange, isn't it?"

Hou Yi noticed Huang Long's surprised gaze, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his angular face. "This method of grilling is not something created by my Wu tribe."

He casually tore off a large piece of meat, weighing several hundred pounds, from the hind leg of the nearest roasted, golden-brown monster, and handed it to Huanglong. "Try it. It has a different flavor than eating it raw."

Huanglong took it; it was scalding hot to the touch, and the meat was exceptionally tough, containing a rich essence.

He took a bite, and it was incredibly tough. If one's cultivation level wasn't high enough, they wouldn't even be able to bite it. After chewing it slightly and swallowing it, a pure essence of blood and flesh immediately dissolved and flowed into his body, bringing a warm and comfortable feeling.

Although it cannot compare to directly consuming spiritual fruits and elixirs, even without any spices, the taste and flavor were enough to make Huanglong unable to resist. It was indeed the flesh of a demon beast that had been nourished by spiritual energy for billions of years.

Hou Yi tore off a large piece of meat himself, chewing as he spoke, "Years ago, I followed the Earth Ancestor Witch to Kunlun Mountain to listen to the sage's teachings, and I happened to encounter the human race created by the sage Nuwa. They used this method to process food. I found it interesting, so I learned it and brought it back."

He laughed heartily, his voice booming, "Even the Ancestral Witch tasted it and was quite satisfied, rewarding me with a drop of her essence blood. That is why I am the strongest below the Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan."