Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Master, don't abandon Ziling!"

Seeing Zi Ling's tearful expression, Huang Long slapped her forehead. "What are you thinking about?"

"Sir, this is for your benefit."

Looking at Zi Ling, he still didn't understand. Huang Long spoke with deep affection, "The laws of the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the Underworld are incredibly profound. If you can comprehend their true meaning, you will benefit immeasurably!"

"This is an opportunity that your second master and Uncle Duobao could only dream of."

The doubt in Zi Ling's eyes finally dissipated, but she still asked with unease, "Master, you really won't abandon me?"

"You're the master's chief steward. If I leave you behind, who will manage the temple for me?"

Seeing that Zi Ling agreed, Huang Long looked at Hou Tu Niangniang.

Houtu smiled and said, "Go, the origin of the Six Paths of Reincarnation will be open to Ziling, allowing her to comprehend it."

Huang Long was pleasantly surprised and quickly said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zi Ling also bowed respectfully to Houtu and said, "Thank you, Lady Houtu."

After settling Zi Ling in, Huang Long raised his hand, his fingertips swirling with Daoist energy, breaking through the barriers of the underworld, and a passage leading to the outside world slowly took shape.

At the other end of the passage, there was the atmosphere of the primordial world, warm, bright, and full of life.

Huang Long stepped into the passage.

Houtu, Zhurong, and Ziling stood in the small world, watching the yellow dragon's figure disappear at the end of the passage.

"I hope... this is the right path," Zhu Rong whispered.

Houtu did not answer, but simply watched the slowly closing passage, a deep light flashing in her eyes.

What she entrusted to Huanglong was not just the resettlement of those hundreds of thousands of witch people.

She wanted to use this opportunity to plant a seed for the entire Wu tribe to return to the primordial world.

If the Wuren race, having left the underworld and integrated into the primordial world, were able to reproduce and multiply, it would prove that the Wuren bloodline could continue in the primordial world.

At that time, those pure-blooded witches who remain in the underworld may also find an opportunity to set foot in the primordial world again.

This is Houtu's true intention.

But she can't say these things yet.

Beyond the passage lies the primordial world, the southern frontier.

Huanglong tore through the void and descended upon the mountains he had already chosen.

He looked down and saw only rolling mountains, with towering peaks reaching into the clouds and crisscrossing ravines, making the terrain extremely treacherous.

One hundred thousand mountains.

This vast mountain range in the southern part of the prehistoric world spans hundreds of millions of miles, with towering peaks and ridges. However, due to its proximity to the immortal volcano, it is rich in spiritual energy, yet mixed with violent energy.

It has created a unique environment that is completely different from other places.

Even if the beings that can survive in this world are not highly cultivated, they each possess unique talents and survival rules.

Ordinary humans would find it difficult to survive here, and even humans with profound cultivation would not want to stay here for long. However, for the shaman race, who are physically strong and unafraid of harsh environments, this place is an excellent place to live.

Huanglong paused in the air, his gaze sweeping over every inch of the Ten Thousand Mountains, silently planning the future settlement area of ​​the Mingwu tribe.

He could not settle the witch people near the core settlements of the human race, because the witch people were very different from the human race, and approaching them rashly would only cause conflict.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are remote, far from the core area of ​​the human race, and have natural mountain ranges as a barrier, making them a perfect location.

Moreover, this place is close to the Undying Volcano, where the earth's fire spiritual energy is abundant. For the physically strong Wuren race, such an environment can actually help them temper their bodies and improve their strength.

"This is it," Huang Long whispered.

Huanglong didn't delay any longer. With a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of witch people landed on the ground.

The moment the Wuren tribe appeared in the prehistoric world, a sudden change occurred.

Rumble!

A muffled rumble suddenly echoed through the void.

The sound was like ten thousand thunderclaps, shaking heaven and earth, causing all living beings within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles to tremble in fear.

Huanglong suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

Above, the once clear sky was instantly shrouded in thick, dark clouds. These were not ordinary rain clouds, but tribulation clouds condensed by the Heavenly Dao after sensing the aura of the Witch Clan. They were pitch black, and as they surged and rolled, countless electric snakes darted and swirled within them, emanating a terrifying aura of destruction.

The Heavenly Dao sensed the aura of the Witch Clan.

The ancient witch clan disrespected the Way of Heaven and did not cultivate their primordial spirit. They once resisted the Way of Heaven and were tainted by endless karmic consequences.

Although the Witch Clan was almost wiped out after the Lich War, the Heavenly Dao's rejection and hostility towards the Witch Clan has never dissipated.

now,

Tens of thousands of witch-people simultaneously set foot in the primordial world, their auras converging, instantly triggering a warning from the Heavenly Dao.

The tribulation lightning was gathering.

Although the lightning that filled the sky was not very powerful, it was a catastrophe that would destroy the world for the weak Wuren race.

The witch-people sensed the aura of death emanating from the void, and they all looked up at the sky, their eyes flashing with fear and despair.

Some young children were so frightened that they cried loudly, clung tightly to their relatives, and trembled with fear.

Huang Long's expression was solemn, but he did not panic.

He had anticipated this scene.

Although the Wuren tribe itself has no karmic burden of killing, they are tainted by the karmic entanglements of the ancient Wuren tribe.

When Heaven senses the aura of the Wu clan's bloodline, it will send down punishment!

But Huanglong was prepared.

He took a step forward and stood above tens of thousands of witch-people.

His figure wasn't particularly tall, but standing beneath the tribulation clouds and before the myriad thunderbolts, he was like an insurmountable mountain, protecting all the Wuren people behind him.

"The Great Emperor of Fengdu!" someone from the Wuren tribe exclaimed.

Huang Long didn't turn around, but calmly said, "No need to panic."

He raised his head and looked at the churning clouds in the sky. There was no fear in his eyes, but a hint of heartache.

Boom!

The first bolt of lightning struck.

The tribulation lightning was as thick as a dragon, its entire body was purplish-black, and it contained violent power. It carried the unquestionable majesty of the Heavenly Dao and struck straight at the Wuren tribe behind Huanglong.

Huang Long raised his hand.

Boundless golden light surged from his palm, transforming into a golden barrier that stood in front of the witch people.

The falling lightning and the golden light of merit canceled each other out, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

The golden shield that Huanglong had set up also dimmed slightly.

Huang Long's expression remained unchanged, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was exactly as he had expected.

The Wuren race itself has no karmic burden of killing; they are only targeted by the Heavenly Dao because they are entangled in the karmic connections of the ancient Wuren race.

He used the golden light of his merit to protect the witch people, using his own merit to offset the karmic entanglements on them. As long as their merit was sufficient, they could withstand the heavenly tribulation.

And in the entire prehistoric world, apart from the saints, who dares to say that his merits are greater than his?