Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Zhen Yuanzi's face stiffened, and he stared silently at Hongyun.

Hongyun suddenly smiled.

The smile was very gentle!

"My old friend, I will personally pick the ginseng fruit tree when I return."

Zhen Yuanzi looked at him, his voice low and menacing, uttering only one word: "Good."

A single good word is worth a thousand words.

Then Zhen Yuanzi added emphatically, "I'll be waiting for you at Wuzhuang Temple. After you're reincarnated, I'll recognize your presence; you can't escape."

Hongyun smiled: "That's good then."

He turned around and faced Houtu.

The smile on that thin face slowly faded, replaced by a look of relief.

I've seen my old friend; it's time to go.

"Empress Houtu," Hongyun bowed solemnly, "please send Hongyun into the cycle of reincarnation."

Houtu Niangniang stood on the high platform, taking in everything that had just happened.

Her calm face revealed no emotion, but her nodding was slower than usual.

She didn't speak, but simply raised her right hand.

The Wheel of Reincarnation suddenly roared.

Six beams of light burst forth, intertwining around the Crimson Cloud True Spirit...!

The next moment, the vortex belonging to the cycle of human reincarnation suddenly erupted, and an irresistible suction force came from it.

The red cloud's translucent body appeared even smaller in the vortex.

But he did not resist; he simply let the six-colored light envelop him calmly.

Just before he was swept into the vortex, he took one last look at Zhen Yuanzi.

The two looked at each other across the distance, their gazes meeting. Then Hongyun closed her eyes.

The roar of the Wheel of Reincarnation lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

When the six-colored light finally dissipated, the true spirit of the red cloud had transformed into a pure light and disappeared into the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Reincarnation has been completed.

Houtu raised her hand again.

A point of spiritual light materialized out of thin air at her fingertips. The light was pale gold, only the size of a grain of rice, yet it emanated an extremely pure Dao fluctuation.

The light floated leisurely in the air, then slowly flew towards Duobao.

Duobao quickly stretched out his hands and carefully cupped the little bit of spiritual light in his hands.

The moment the light entered his palm, he felt a slight warmth. The light contained a faint, almost imperceptible, pulling force, like an invisible thread connecting to a certain being deep within the cycle of reincarnation.

"You can use this insight to find Hongyun's reincarnation." Houtu's voice was as calm as still water!

Duobao carefully put the spiritual light into his sleeve, and bowed solemnly, saying, "Thank you, Goddess Houtu." His voice was loud and his attitude was respectful.

Houtu didn't say much, she just nodded slightly.

After finishing, Huanglong stepped forward and bowed to Houtu, saying, "Empress Houtu, this disciple has another question to ask."

Houtu looked at him.

"Her Majesty just said she wanted me to agree to something," Huang Long said calmly. "What is it?"

Houtu waved her hand. An invisible force enveloped Xuandu and Duobao.

The two of them felt a blur before their eyes, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the River of Oblivion, and the Netherworld Sky were all rapidly receding into the distance.

The next moment, the two were already standing on the Qingyu Square outside the Bajing Palace of Shouyang Mountain.

Above their heads, the phantom image of the Tai Chi symbol slowly rotated, the cranes in the mountains continued to stroll leisurely, and the green ox lay on the ground basking in the sun, only chewing incessantly, as if they had never left.

Zhen Yuanzi stood still, gazing in the direction where the red clouds had disappeared, and remained motionless for a long time.

The Daoist robe of that ancestor of earth immortals swayed gently in the wind of the netherworld, exuding an unprecedented sense of ease.

He turned around and cupped his hands in greeting to Huanglong.

"Fellow Daoist Huanglong, thank you very much." Zhen Yuanzi's voice returned to its usual calm, but the gratitude was genuine.

If it weren't for Huanglong, he wouldn't have been able to see his old friend one last time today, let alone witness his old friend's reincarnation as the Human Emperor.

Huang Long slightly turned his head, refusing the bow: "Senior, there's no need for such formality. I was merely doing what I should do."

Zhen Yuanzi did not speak again.

He looked at Huanglong, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly nodded slightly.

That nod contained so much that didn't need to be said.

Then he turned around and stepped into the passage leading to Longevity Hill. The passage slowly closed, separating the underworld from the mortal world once again.

Before the Six Paths of Reincarnation Wheel, only Huanglong, Ziling, and Houtu remained.

Deep within the underworld, beneath the wheel of the six realms of reincarnation.

Houtu Niangniang, accompanied by Huanglong and Ziling, arrived at the place below the Six Paths of Reincarnation, where the Wu tribe lived.

Everything was exactly the same as when Huanglong left last time; the creatures here thrived and multiplied using the aura emitted by the ancestral witch Zhurong.

There were no sun, moon, or stars overhead, only a soft halo formed by Houtu's magic, casting a warm but not dazzling light.

Zi Ling followed beside Huang Long, her delicate little face filled with curiosity.

She now understood why her husband always took so long to go out!

This time, following Huanglong, we saw Shouyang Mountain, the human race, and the underworld.

She could sense the presence of living beings here, but their auras were very weak, far less powerful than the witch clan she had imagined.

"Master, here..." Zi Ling began softly, then hesitated.

Huang Long shook his head slightly, signaling her not to say anything more, and then turned his gaze back to the front.

Houtu Niangniang walked at the very front, her steps were very light, and with each step she took, a subtle ripple of Daoist energy spread out.

Huanglong saw that the people living in this world, whether they were the Witch Clan or the Witch Human Clan, were no different from when he left last time.

Huanglong even discovered that the number of Wuren people had decreased!

These surviving witch tribes, as well as those witch-people with human blood, not only failed to recover under Houtu's protection, but even showed signs of decline.

Clearly, even with the protection of Houtu, the underworld is still not suitable for the reproduction of living beings.

As Huang Long was deep in thought, suddenly, a dormant aura of the Wu tribe arose abruptly from the highest peak of this small world.

The aura was like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years suddenly erupting, violent, scorching, and domineering, carrying the unique pressure of the Ancestral Witch, instantly sweeping across the entire small world.

In this world, the remaining Witch Clan and Witch-Human Clan sensed this aura and became excited. This was the Ancestral Witch awakening.

Huang Long Zi Ling's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously took a step back.

Huang Long remained calm and patted Zi Ling on the shoulder, indicating that she did not need to panic.

Houtu Niangniang stopped and turned to look in the direction from which the aura came, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

A figure walked down from the mountain peak.

It was none other than the ancestral shaman Zhu Rong.

Among the twelve Ancestral Witches, the only remaining Ancestral Witch of Fire is the one who controls all the rules of fire in the world.

Huang Long could clearly see the smile on Zhu Rong's face; she was obviously very happy about their arrival.

Zhu Rong's gaze first fell on the Yellow Dragon.

"Huang Long, you've come to bring me wine!"

Huanglong looked at this former Ancestral Witch, and at this moment, the domineering aura in his eyes was gone!

He casually took out a jar of the strongest liquor and tossed it to Zhu Rong.

Seeing the look Houtu was giving him, Huanglong had no choice but to take out another jar of spirit wine that had been brewed for a long time and hand it to her.