Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huanglong himself also took a jar and drank with the two ancestral witches!

After finishing the wine in the jar, Zhu Rong wiped his mouth and said to Hou Tu, "Little sister, what has happened in the underworld that you brought the Yellow Dragon here?"

Houtu remained calm and said softly, "Brother, I brought him here because it concerns the survival of the Wu clan and whether the last bloodline of the Wu clan can continue."

Zhu Rong's expression instantly became excited, "The Wu Clan can return to the primordial world!"

Houtu shook her head, "No!"

"But the sorcerer can!"

Zhu Rong's face showed an expression of disbelief, "Who can protect those weak sorcerers who leave the underworld?"

Houtu looked at Huanglong, who at that moment released the suppression of his own aura. The aura of a quasi-saint rose up in front of Zhurong like a great sun!

Zhu Rong's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of disbelief flashed in his crimson eyes.

He stared intently at Huanglong, scrutinizing him from head to toe, observing the Daoist aura and powerful presence emanating from Huanglong's body...!

"Quasi-...quasi-saint?!"

Zhu Rong's voice changed, filled with undisguised shock.

He stared wide-eyed at Huang Long, as if trying to find some flaw in him.

"You...!" Zhu Rong's voice rose eight octaves, "You actually achieved quasi-sainthood?!"

Huanglong revealed a smug smile: "Senior Zhurong, do not be surprised. It's merely severing one's corpse to prove one's Dao; it's nothing to boast about!"

Zhu Rong opened his mouth as if to say something, but was speechless for a moment.

This young friend, who had only been gone for two years, had already become someone on par with him.

The dignified ancestral shaman Zhu Rong.

The once mighty Ancestral Witches, who once looked down upon the world, can now only hide in this dark and sunless underworld, barely surviving under the protection of Houtu.

This contrast left Zhu Rong with mixed feelings.

"Good, good, good," Zhu Rong said three times. He looked at Hou Tu and asked, "Do we really want to let these witches leave the underworld?"

Houtu sighed deeply, her gaze sweeping over every corner of this small world. Her voice was calm, yet heavy with helplessness: "Brother, you should know better than me that the Wuren race... can't hold on any longer."

Zhu Rong's face instantly turned ashen.

Houtu ignored his reaction and continued, "The Wu Clan has retreated to the Underworld for several centuries. The laws of the Underworld reject them, and the fortunes of Heaven and Earth do not tolerate them. The Wu Clan, as well as those Wuren people whose bloodlines are intertwined with humans, are finding it increasingly difficult to reproduce."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly, "The Witch Clan is alright, not much has changed, but the number of Witch people has not only not increased in these past few eras, but has even decreased, now only tens of thousands remain."

"Tens of thousands!"

When this number reached Huang Long's ears, his heart sank.

Tens of thousands of witches—their clan is not far from extinction.

Zhu Rong fell silent.

He knew, of course, that what Houtu said was true.

Although he is in a deep sleep for many years, each time he awakens, he can sense the decrease in the number of living beings in this world.

Houtu Niangniang turned to look at Huanglong, her gaze filled with unprecedented solemnity: "Huanglong, I brought you here not only to lead these witch people away from the underworld, but more importantly...!"

Huang Long remained calm and listened attentively.

Houtu looked at the tens of thousands of witches on the ground, then a resolute glint flashed in her eyes as she said, "Let them assimilate into the human race."

"Integrate into the human race!"

Not only was Zhu Rong shocked, but even Huang Long was surprised.

If this part of the witch race were to be integrated into the human race and become part of the human race, it would inevitably sever all ties with the witch race.

Houtu ignored the shock of Zhurong and Huanglong; she simply looked at Huanglong quietly, waiting for his answer.

Zhu Rong also looked at Huang Long in silence. Hou Tu could see further than he, the ancestral witch, regarding the future of the tribe.

Huang Long did not answer immediately.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping into the depths of this small world, towards the simple tribes, towards the tall shamans, and towards the children who had not cultivated their primordial spirit and could only forge their bodies in the most primitive way.

They possess the blood of the witch race, as well as the blood of the human race, yet now they can only hide in this dark and sunless underworld, slowly heading towards extinction.

Huang Long already understood.

These tens of thousands of witch-people were the ancestors of the Jiuli tribe, a future branch of the human race.

I never imagined that I would be the one to lead them out of the underworld and into the primordial world!

After the Witch Clan leaves the Underworld and integrates into the Human Clan, they will inevitably transfer their fortune to the Human Clan, making the Human Clan stronger, and the Witch Clan's bloodline will continue.

This is a win-win situation!

Huanglong withdrew his gaze, looked at Houtu, and nodded solemnly: "Your Majesty, rest assured, Huanglong agrees to this matter."

A hint of relief flashed in Houtu's eyes, and Zhurong's expression softened slightly.

Huang Long continued, "After the Wuren race leaves the underworld, I will find them a suitable place to live in the primordial world, free from the invasion of other races, so that they can live and thrive in peace."

Houtu nodded slightly: "I trust you to handle things."

Huang Long smiled, but secretly pondered: After the Witch Clan left the Underworld and severed their ties with the Witch Clan's destiny, their integration into the human bloodline would become a key factor in solidifying the human race's position as the protagonist of the world. This matter not only concerns the survival of the Witch Clan but also the future of the human race. Since this matter is in line with the general trend of heaven and earth, there shouldn't be too many obstacles.

Huanglong didn't delay any longer. With a wave of his hand, his immense magical power instantly engulfed this world. The next moment, all the Wuren people disappeared from their original positions and were taken into his Xuanhuang Realm!

Houtu sensed the aura of the Xuanhuang Realm, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "What a magnificent Xuanhuang Realm! The Great Dao laws are complete, and the spiritual energy is abundant!"

Huanglong nodded slightly without speaking. Using the Xuanhuang Realm in the underworld naturally couldn't be hidden from Houtu.

Huanglong looked at the more than 10,000 members of the Wu tribe who were restless because of the disappearance of the Wu people.

He thought for a moment, then said to Houtu and Zhurong beside him, "May I take some of these Wu tribes with me?"

Houtu's gaze fell directly on Huanglong. "These witches have little connection with the witch clan. In the primordial world, even if karma descends, it won't be too great."

Houtu paused for a moment, then continued, "If the Wu Clan were to appear in the prehistoric world, the boundless karma would be unbearable even for a Quasi-Saint like you."

Huanglong shook his head. "Your Majesty, rest assured, my Xuanhuang Realm is already perfected. It is half separated from this Underworld and isolated from the Primordial Heavenly Dao, which is enough for these witch clans to thrive and multiply within it. However...!"

Seeing that Huanglong seemed hesitant to speak, Zhurong asked urgently, "But what?"

"But once this part of the Wu Clan enters my Xuanhuang Realm, they cannot return to the Primordial World."

Houtu smiled and said, "As long as we can reproduce and thrive, that's enough. The current prehistoric world can no longer accommodate the Wu tribe, so whether we can return to the prehistoric world or not is not important!"

With the consent of Houtu and Zhurong, Huanglong waved his hand again, bringing over a thousand Wu tribesmen from this world into the Xuanhuang Realm.

After doing all this, Huanglong looked at Ziling beside him and said to Houtu.

"Your Majesty, may Ziling remain in the Underworld to cultivate within the Six Paths of Reincarnation and comprehend the Great Dao of Reincarnation?"