Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

She thought they had already perished in the boundless karmic obstacles, unable even to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

But Huang Long suddenly mentioned them at this moment, which clearly indicates that this is not the case.

Seeing the thoughtful look in Houtu's eyes, Huanglong grinned and said, "Those witch tribes are living very well now, and their numbers have even doubled."

"It's just... not in the primordial world."

Houtu raised her eyebrows slightly.

Not in the primordial era!

She astutely grasped the key point in Huanglong's words: "In chaos?"

"That's right." Huang Long did not deny it.

When he left the Primordial World and entered the Chaos Realm, that group of Witch Clan members were in the Xuanhuang Realm.

The Xuanhuang Realm is a world he personally created. Even a saint wouldn't know its mysteries without personally exploring it, let alone Houtu, a saint from the underworld.

The Wu tribe there does not need to bear the karmic burdens imposed by the primordial world, just like a prisoner who has escaped the jurisdiction of a prison. The judgment is still valid, but no one is carrying it out.

When he left the primordial world and entered the chaos, the appearance of the innate treasure, the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, even attracted the attention of two Western sages.

Although Houtu was only a saint in the underworld, her perception of the primordial heavenly way was not much worse than that of other saints, but those movements could not be hidden from her.

Zhu Rong finally realized what was happening.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face, which was covered with flame-like patterns. The divine fire surged a few times above his head, then suddenly rose, his voice booming like thunder: "You mean, you want the Witch Clan to leave the primordial world? To leave the heaven and earth created by our Father God?"

He didn't even wait for Huanglong's reply, his voice filled with rage: "Impossible! This primordial world was created by the Father God, and we are his descendants! The Wu Clan would rather die on this land than leave the world created by the Father God even half a step! You expect us Wu Clan to eke out a living in that chaos? Don't even think about it!"

Huang Long ignored him.

He didn't even turn his head to look at Zhu Rong; his gaze remained fixed on Hou Tu.

There's no need to argue with the ancestral witch whose intelligence has been corrupted by the turbid and evil energy.

Of the twelve Ancestral Witches, Houtu is the only one with a brain.

Moreover, Houtu is no longer just an ancestral witch, but a saint who has reincarnated in the cycle of reincarnation. Ultimately, the fate of the entire witch clan will be decided by her.

Seeing that Huanglong was completely ignoring him, Zhurong's face, covered in flames, turned even redder, and he opened his mouth to roar again.

Houtu raised her hand, her movements so light they seemed to be brushing away a fallen leaf from her sleeve, but Zhurong immediately shut her mouth.

The ancestral witch Zhu Rong was fearless in the primordial world, daring to fight even sages, but in front of Hou Tu, he was always the "younger brother".

"Huanglong!"

Houtu's voice remained calm, but within that calmness was an extremely subtle fluctuation, which, if it had to be described in words, could probably be called hope!

Hope, carefully suppressed beneath layers of calm!

"Since you dare to say such things, you must have some confidence. Is your Xuanhuang Realm now capable of supporting the Ancestral Witches?"

Huang Long's heart stirred slightly.

Houtu indeed knew of the existence of the Xuanhuang Realm.

She not only knew that he had evolved a world in the chaos, but also knew the name of that world.

Indeed, one cannot judge a saint by ordinary standards; even though she never leaves her home, she knows everything she needs to know.

"Yes." Huanglong's answer was only one word, but the confidence contained in that word made Houtu's eyelids twitch slightly.

"What are your conditions?" Houtu asked instead of answering directly.

"The Wu tribe did not participate in the struggle between Chi You and Xuanyuan for the title of Human Emperor."

Before Houtu could speak, Zhurong had already frowned.

His fiery eyes swept over Huanglong twice before he suddenly spoke, his voice laced with a belated sarcasm: "You're worried about Xuanyuan? The Three Pure Ones' direct disciples each took a Human Emperor as their apprentice, and Guangchengzi took Xuanyuan as his apprentice. Xuanyuan is the Human Emperor chosen by the Three Pure Ones. Are you worried that Xuanyuan is no match for Chiyou, so you came to the Underworld as a persuader?"

Upon hearing this, Huanglong turned his head and looked at Zhurong directly for the first time.

He looked into those eyes burning with flames and suddenly smiled.

"Did Senior Zhurong believe that Chi You would definitely defeat Xuanyuan?"

Zhu Rong was taken aback by Huang Long's reaction.

He originally thought that since he had seen through Huanglong's thoughts, Huanglong should be angry or eager to defend himself.

But Huang Long wasn't angry at all; instead, he looked at him with a gaze that made him very uncomfortable!

Huanglong didn't wait for Zhurong's reply and continued, "I'm not worried about the battle between Xuanyuan and Chiyou. They are both Great Luo Golden Immortals, with their Flower Blossoms reaching the tenth rank or higher, and their combat strength is roughly equal. Who wins and who loses depends on the armies under their command."

"Those who are destined to win will win, and those who are destined to lose will lose."

At this point, Huang Long's voice suddenly deepened.

"I just don't want billions of people to suffer a terrible calamity because of their struggle for the throne of the Human Emperor."

"I don't want this underworld to be filled with the spirits of humans."

"I don't want the Wu tribe to disappear completely in this primordial world."

The space beneath the Six Paths of Reincarnation suddenly fell silent.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong fell silent instantly.

The mocking smile in his burning eyes was gradually extinguished.

Houtu also fell silent.

She sat cross-legged beneath the Samsara Disc, her eyes, reflecting the cycle of rebirth of all beings, now only showing the image of the Yellow Dragon.

After a long while, Houtu sighed softly.

The entire Six Paths of Reincarnation trembled slightly, and the long line of Yin spirits all shivered.

The ever-flowing laws of reincarnation on the Wheel of Reincarnation paused for a moment at that instant because of Houtu's sigh.

She slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the look in her eyes was no longer one of scrutiny and probing, but a complex solemnity that Huanglong had never seen in her before.

Houtu didn't ask him what abilities he had to give the Wu tribe a new path. She wasn't Zhurong; she had already seen through Huanglong's confidence the moment he uttered his first words.

The Realm of Darkness and Yellowness.

That world, existing independently of the Primordial Heavenly Dao within the chaos, is beyond the jurisdiction of the Primordial Heavenly Dao.

Although that world cannot compare to the primordial world, for the witch clan, who are plagued by karmic retribution and can only eke out a living in the corners of the underworld, that world is where hope lies, where they can rewrite their destiny.

The only thing to worry about is that once the entire Wu Clan enters the Xuanhuang Realm, their fate will be in the hands of Huanglong.

Houtu slowly stood up.

Her bare feet trod on the stone surface of the Wheel of Reincarnation, and she walked step by step to the Yellow Dragon.

Those eyes, which once reflected the lives of millions, now reflected only the image of one person!

"Huanglong, your Xuanhuang Realm is indeed a path for the Wu Clan."

Houtu's calm tone concealed a subtle hint of wariness:

"In the chaos, unbound by the primordial Heavenly Dao, the Wu Clan can avoid karmic burdens. The price of this path is that the fate of the Wu Clan will henceforth be in your hands."

"You created this world, the laws of nature operate at your whim, and the witch race is no different in your hands from those in this primordial wilderness."