Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The war in Jambudvipa has temporarily subsided.

Xuanyuan and Chiyou each withdrew their troops and returned to their tribes. Chiyou abandoned all the territories he had conquered, since the Jiuli tribe really had very few people.

Xuanyuan, on the other hand, relocated some of his clansmen there.

After all, the entire Southern Continent is too vast, and there are too few Great Luo Golden Immortals among the human race who can open up spatial passages.

If it weren't for the two Great Golden Immortals, Xuanyuan and Chiyou, it would have been impossible to travel from Nanzhanbuzhou to Beijuluzhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou in over ten thousand years.

Humanity has not fully assimilated its original territory, and it is impossible for humanity to occupy the vast Southern Continent within a few centuries.

Relocating a portion of the human race there would ensure their safety, given Xuanyuan's established prestige. Furthermore, the human race's rapid population growth meant that it wouldn't be long before the entire Southern Continent was covered with humans.

Looking down from the heavens, the human territory resembled a map that had been forcefully pushed open, extending eastward to the border of the Eastern Continent. On that vast and boundless land, many of the once numerous alien races had disappeared, replaced by newly established human tribes and cultivated fields.

Meanwhile, the original territory of the human race has long been reclaimed by powerful human tribes.

The two human races, one in the east and one in the north, were busy with their own affairs, and the human population grew rapidly in this unprecedentedly vast territory, reaching an unprecedented peak.

The newly developed spiritual fields produce several times more spiritual grain than the inland areas, and newly discovered spiritual mineral deposits are continuously being transported to the rear. The birth rate of newborns in the newly built cities has been rising year after year.

Looking down from Shouyang Mountain, the human cities scattered across the central part of Nanzhanbu Continent form a layer of pale golden mist of fortune, shrouding the human territory and slowly rotating.

Xuan Du stood in the Shouyang Mountain, watching the human race increasingly gather a vast amount of fortune, his eyes filled with excitement.

He is the ancestor of the human race, who has protected the race since it was the weakest and most insignificant race in the primordial world.

He watched as the human race, under the leadership of Fuxi, went from using knotted ropes to record events to creating writing, from almost being slaughtered by the demon race to becoming the largest race in the Southern Continent.

Every step was incredibly difficult, and every step came at the cost of countless lives.

Today, the human race's territory spans nearly half of the Southern Continent, and its population has increased several times over compared to its peak. Three Great Luo Golden Immortals are in charge, and hundreds of Taiyi Golden Immortals guard the four directions.

Xuandu turned around, wanting to share this joy with Huanglong.

But he saw Huanglong standing at the other end, his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed. Although his gaze was also fixed on the dazzling fortune below the mountain, there was no joy in his eyes, but rather a hint of worry.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Xuandu walked over, his voice filled with confusion. "Why do you look so worried?"

Huang Long did not answer immediately.

His gaze remained fixed on the dazzling sea of ​​fortune below the mountain. After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"The strength of the human race is certainly something to be happy about. But the stronger and more numerous the human race becomes, the more will inevitably perish in the future battle between Xuanyuan and Chiyou."

The excitement on Xuan Du's face quietly faded.

He followed Huanglong's gaze through the veil of destiny and saw the scattered lights on the ground slowly turning into a different color in his eyes—not a brilliant gold, but the red of blood and fire.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but found himself unable to say anything.

Because he knew that what Huang Long said was true.

There will eventually be a battle between Xuanyuan and Chiyou, not a war between two tribes, but a battle between two human races.

The winner becomes the emperor, and the loser loses everything.

When that day comes, neither side will be able to back down or hold back.

This battle will be the greatest calamity for humanity since the Lich Cataclysm.

"Moreover," Huanglong's voice grew even lower, "once the two sides clash, the witch clan of the underworld and the disciples of the Chan Sect will certainly participate."

"The Witch Clan will not stand idly by and watch their last hope perish. As Xuanyuan's master, Senior Brother Guangchengzi will absolutely not stand idly by during the final battle."

"Regardless of who wins or loses, both sides will commit boundless bloodshed."

Xuan Du remained silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Senior brother, you've always had a good relationship with the Wu clan. Do you have a way to get them to give up?"

Huanglong turned to look at Xuandu, a bitter smile playing on his lips: "Unless the Wu tribe doesn't place all its hopes on Chiyou, and if the Wu tribe has another path to take, a way to survive without competing with the human race for the throne of the Human Emperor, then perhaps Chiyou won't have to fight Xuanyuan to the death."

Just as Xuandu was about to press for answers, he saw a glint flash in Huanglong's eyes, and he abruptly stood up.

"The survival of the witch clan."

"It doesn't say you have to be in the wild to survive, does it?"

"Junior Brother Xuandu." Huanglong turned to Xuandu, his tone urgent, "Senior Brother has something to attend to and must take his leave first. I will come to pay my respects to Grand Master Uncle after he returns from seclusion."

Although Xuandu did not know where Huanglong was going, he did not ask any further questions.

Having spent countless years with Huanglong, he could tell from the light in Huanglong's eyes that his senior brother Huanglong already had a conceived idea, but needed to verify it.

He only said one sentence: "Senior brother, don't rush things. If there's anything I can do, please don't hesitate to ask."

Huang Long nodded, and then, after stepping out of the Shouyang Mountain territory, with a thought, the authority of the Fengdu Emperor suddenly awakened within his body.

The laws of the underworld then opened a deep passage in front of him. On both sides of the passage, the yin energy surged like a tide, and countless translucent yin spirits appeared and disappeared in the yin energy, uttering soft murmurs.

Huang Long stepped inside without hesitation.

The next moment, his figure appeared in Fengdu City.

Fengdu City is the largest city in the underworld and the central hub where the Fengdu Emperor governs underworld affairs.

The city was built entirely of ghost stone, with towering walls reaching into the dark clouds. A ghastly green ghost fire burned on the city walls year-round, shrouding the entire city in a dark and cold aura.

Huanglong's figure appeared in the central square of Fengdu City. The authority of the Fengdu Emperor operated on its own within his body. The primordial laws of the underworld sensed the return of their master, and the entire Fengdu City trembled slightly.

The ghostly soldiers and generals, judges and impermanent beings in the city, as well as countless spirits waiting for reincarnation, all felt a pressure from the depths of the true spirit at the same moment!

That was the city announcing the return of its master.

The ghost soldiers in the square knelt down one after another, the ghost generals touched the ground with one knee, and the judges put down their merit books and judge's pens, bowing in the direction of Huanglong.

Huanglong did not linger in Fengdu City.

His figure flashed across the square, and when he reappeared, he was standing under an enormous wheel.

The cycle of rebirth in the six realms.

This supreme treasure of the underworld, forged by the goddess Houtu with the head of the demon god of reincarnation, is like an upside-down disc reflecting the entire underworld.

The six realms of existence—the realm of gods, the realm of humans, the realm of asuras, the realm of animals, the realm of hungry ghosts, and the realm of hell—revolve in a cycle of reincarnation. Countless spirits, illuminated by the light of the six realms, are drawn into the predetermined path of reincarnation, their expressions "peaceful"!