Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

After the war between the Wu and Yao races, the Yao race entered the Heavenly Realm, while the Wu race became the sole overlord of the central part of the prehistoric world.

On this vast land, numerous witch tribes are scattered like stars, gradually spreading outwards, relying on the power of their bloodlines and their strong physiques to dominate their respective regions.

On this day, a spicy and domineering aroma of meat wafted through the open space in the center of the Xingtian tribe.

The aroma was strong and mellow, carrying a rich blood and spiritual energy that overwhelmed the surrounding malevolent aura, attracting the attention of many burly shamanic men who frequently glanced at it, their Adam's apples bobbing and their eyes revealing longing.

The source of the aroma was a makeshift stone platform, on which were placed several large wine jars, which had been opened and sealed, wafting out a fragrant aroma of wine.

Ah, in front of the stone platform, a huge bonfire was burning fiercely, and large, thin legs were placed beside the fire, dripping with fragrant oil under the scorching heat of the flames.

Xing Tian was not lying. He used only the best things to entertain the living dragon, including various top-quality spiritual fruits, special immortal herbs and elixirs, and even the giant beast roasted over the fire was at least at the Taiyi realm.

What surprised Huang Long the most was that Xing Tian took out a jar of amber-colored liquid, which was crystal clear and had a faint iridescent halo on its surface.

According to Xing Tian, ​​he discovered this at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. It was formed from the ancestral vein of Buzhou Mountain, and only one drop is obtained every hundred years. Originally, there was a whole pool of it, but it had all been used up by him to temper his Great Witch Body. Only in the last tens of thousands of years has he accumulated such a small jar.

Hearing Xing Tian's explanation, Huang Long was speechless with shock. "This is the primordial spiritual milk of Buzhou Mountain, which can enhance the physical essence of living beings. Even great shamans, renowned for their physique, experience exceptionally good effects!"

Huanglong stored the Earth Spirit Milk into the Xuanhuang Realm. Such a good thing is rare and cannot be used easily. If he wants to make the most of its value, he can only go to find his grandmaster!

Having obtained such a valuable item from Xing Tian, ​​Huang Long had no choice but to take out his most treasured Blood Jujube Wine. These jars were the first batches of wine, which had been sealed in the Xuanhuang Realm for tens of thousands of years. Both the aroma and the effects made Xing Tian's mouth water.

The Xingtian tribe was bustling with activity for several days!

For the next period of time, Huanglong stayed in the Xingtian tribe, bartering for a large amount of the unique Earthly Fiend Divine Iron of Buzhou Mountain, rare primordial gold ore, as well as many spiritual roots and a large number of ancient immortal herbs and elixirs.

The scarred-faced witch among the five who were suppressed by Huanglong was given a beating by Xingtian, and then limped around following Huanglong, waiting for his orders, as an apology.

The scarred-face man, named "Wu Pan," was initially extremely defiant, often taunting in a sarcastic tone: "Hmph, if it weren't for the power of that spiritual treasure, I could take on ten delicate immortal cultivators like you with one punch!"

His muscles bulged, and his body was surrounded by a menacing aura. He stood there like an iron tower, and his eyes were full of defiance as he looked at Huang Long.

Annoyed by the noise, Huang Long decided to teach this annoying fellow a lesson. Though his fists weren't large, they were still quite powerful: "Since that's the case, I won't use any magical treasures. Let's have a fight, and I'll make you admit defeat!"

He rolled up the sleeves of his Taoist robe, revealing arms that faintly shimmered with a mysterious yellow luster—a physique forged on Mount Buzhou under the oppressive power of Pangu.

Huang Long and Wu Pan fought purely with their physical strength, each punch landing with a resounding thud. After only a hundred or so rounds, Huang Long forcefully slammed Wu Pan into the ground with his fist, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

Since then, Wu Pan has become taciturn, but when he follows behind Huang Long, his once unruly eyes now hold a hint of genuine awe and obedience, and he performs his guard duties meticulously.

The news that Blood Jujube Wine had appeared in the Xingtian tribe spread like wildfire, quickly reaching beyond the tribe and quietly spreading among the surrounding Wu tribes.

On this day, Huanglong was arguing heatedly with a member of the Wu tribe over the spirit ore the man had brought when a sharp sound of air being torn apart suddenly came from the distant horizon. A streak of light, carrying an astonishing aura of malevolence and a hint of scorching heat, crashed into the center of the tribe's open space like a falling meteor!

As the light faded, a burly man from the Wu tribe, carrying a giant bow, appeared. The aura emanating from him was immense and vast, in no way inferior to that of Xing Tian!

"The Great Wizard Hou Yi!"

A warrior from the Xingtian tribe exclaimed in surprise, recognizing the one as Hou Yi, the great shaman who was as famous as Xingtian and whose divine archery skills were unparalleled among the shaman tribe.

Hou Yi landed, his eyes flashing with anger as he stared intently at the stone jar that the Xing Tian tribe's witch warrior was holding, which was emitting a strong fragrance. His face immediately showed anxiety.

His voice boomed like thunder, addressing Huanglong directly behind the group of witches: "Young friend Huanglong, we agreed that if you ever came to the witch clan again, you should come find me first. You don't consider me a friend at all!"

"And what are you doing here in Xingtian's tribe?!"

Before Huang Long could answer, an even more ferocious roar exploded from behind: "Hou Yi! Young friend Huang Long, why can't you come to my Xing Tian tribe!"

boom!

An even fiercer pressure, carrying invincible fighting spirit and murderous aura, surged into the sky, and Xing Tian's imposing figure, like a demon god, strode forward.

He did not hold an axe, but with each step he took, the earth trembled. He walked up to Hou Yi, and the two powerful auras collided in the air, shattering space and emitting a crackling sound, which forced the surrounding witch clan members to the ground.

"Xingtian!" Hou Yi retorted without backing down, his brows furrowed. "Young friend Huanglong had previously made an appointment with me to visit my Houtu tribe, but I never expected you to thwart my plans!"

"fart!"

Xing Tian's voice boomed like thunder, his spittle almost landing on Hou Yi's face. "Young friend Huanglong, you've come to my Xing Tian tribe first, so naturally you're a guest. The blood jujube wine will naturally go to my Xing Tian tribe first! You, Hou Yi, want some? Get in line!"

Hou Yi's face turned black with rage: "Xing Tian, ​​don't be so greedy! I'm taking both the man and the wine with me today, whether you like it or not!"

"What? You want to fight?!"

Xing Tian grinned maliciously, his enormous hand grabbing at the air. A streak of dark light flew through the air and landed in his hand, transforming into an enormous divine axe. The axe blade swirled with murderous energy, chilling all who beheld it. "Since the demon race hid in the Heavenly Realm, I haven't had a chance to stretch my muscles. Come, let me weigh your arrows and see if they are still as sharp as they were back then!"

Hou Yi's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he gripped the giant bow in his hand: "You think I'm afraid of you! Let's see if your axe can cut through my arrows!"