Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

After completing the transaction with Kuafu, Huanglong carefully brought the Dragon Pattern Tree into the Xuanhuang Realm and planted it on the ley lines at the center of the world.

With a wave of his hand, Kuafu caused all the blood date wine to disappear, leaving only one jar which he then drank voraciously.

The other high priests' eyes turned red upon seeing this.

Hou Yi hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist Huanglong! Is your wine of a slightly lower quality? I'll take it all!" The other great shamans also shouted, "Yes! A slightly lower quality will do. Tell me what you want, and I'll search the entire land for it!"

Seeing the burning gazes of these great shamans, Huang Long had no choice but to take out all the blood date wine and let them distribute it among themselves.

Huanglong looked at the group of enthusiastic shamans, his mind racing.

The production of top-grade spirit root wine is limited and cannot meet the needs of these great shamans at all.

For him now, cultivating the blood jujube under the influence of spiritual roots is as easy as having hands.

The demand from the Wu tribe is so huge, this is simply a tremendous business opportunity!

He cleared his throat and raised his voice, "Great Shamans, please hear me out. The wine brewed from innate spiritual roots is indeed rare. However, the second-grade Blood Jujube Wine is easier to brew. How about we trade after I've brewed it?"

Upon hearing this, the high priests pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement. As long as there was still some, that would be fine.

Ultimately, everyone discussed and decided that the future trading location would be the Houtu tribe.

Watching the great shamans leave satisfied, carrying various grades of blood date wine.

As Xing Tian left, he glared at Hou Yi. If it weren't for this guy, none of the blood date wine would have left Xing Tian's tribe.

Huanglong breathed a sigh of relief after returning to Houtu tribe with Houyi. At the same time, he felt immense pressure facing so many great shamans!

After settling in, Huanglong entered the Xuanhuang Realm and worked overtime to build his career.

He specially designated an area in the Xuanhuang Realm, drawing upon the innate spiritual energy of that place, and planted the jujube pits left over from the previous winemaking there. Then, using a drop of Three Lights Divine Water as a guide, he irrigated the area with sweet rain.

Soon, a large, vibrant jujube orchard will grow from root to sprout to flower and bear fruit, producing an abundance that will surely satisfy any thirst of the witch warriors.

However, given the needs of the Wu clans in the Taiyi and Daluo realms, relying solely on the fruit produced by a single innate blood jujube spiritual root to brew wine is clearly insufficient.

In particular, he still owed Kuafu several hundred jars of blood date wine that he had promised to deliver later.

"We need to expand production capacity."

Huang Long's gaze fell on the blood jujube tree with the acquired spiritual root.

With a determined heart, he took out two treasures: a small ball of Nine Heavens Breath Soil that shimmered with nine-colored light and contained endless creation, and several drops of Three-Colored Divine Light and Three-Light Divine Water!

Using the Nine Heavens Breath Soil as a base, nourished by the Three Lights Divine Water and sweet rain, he carefully cut three precious branches from the Blood Jujube Tree and planted them.

The branches absorbed the divine power of the Breath of Earth and the Three Lights Divine Water at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly taking root and sprouting, and bursting with vitality!

Once they grow to a certain extent, their growth slows down, because it takes a huge amount of energy and time to become a mature acquired spiritual root.

Huanglong continuously irrigated the three newly grown jujube trees with sweet dew and divine water.

It took more than ten years to cultivate the three jujube seedlings into acquired spiritual roots capable of bearing fruit. Their entire bodies turned blood red, and spiritual energy flowed through their veins!

Although far inferior to the original mother plant, the three plants combined are enough to greatly alleviate the production capacity pressure of high-end spiritual root wine.

On one hand, they began to produce blood date wine of various grades, and bartered with the shamans who came to Houtu tribe to trade.

During this time, he even invited several great shamans in the late Taiyi realm to help him temper his physical body, paying them with blood date wine. Although he often had to crawl back to his residence, it was all worth it compared to the gradual improvement of his physical body.

The days flew by in this busy and fulfilling exchange of transactions and practice.

However, on this day, the sun shone brightly in the sky.

Since Di Jun passed down the cultivation methods of the demon race in the prehistoric world, tens of thousands of years have passed, and countless demons have ascended to the celestial realm. In addition, with the demons brought into the celestial realm by Kunpeng and others, the strength of the demon race has skyrocketed as they monopolize a realm.

There are truly countless Golden Immortals, Taiyi Immortals everywhere, and over a hundred Demon Kings in the Daluo Realm.

In the central realm of the Thirty-Three Heavens, billions of demons gathered.

A colossal altar stood tall, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, surrounded by spiritual light. It was constructed from pieces of the finest innate spiritual jade. A figure stood before the altar; it was none other than the Demon Emperor Di Jun of the Demon Clan.

However, for some reason, there was a hint of worry in the eyes of Di Jun, the protagonist.

Behind Di Jun stood more than ten quasi-saints, including Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng, Bai Ze, and Jimeng.

Hundreds of millions of demons surrounded the altar from thousands of miles away, their eyes burning with fervor as they gazed at Di Jun, who stood at the very center and highest point of the altar.

For the demon race, this moment was one they had waited far too long for.

A figure suddenly appeared beside Fuxi at the edge of the altar. Di Jun glanced back, and the figure nodded slightly before disappearing.

The trace of worry in Di Jun's eyes vanished.

"Heaven is above, and I, Emperor Jun, am moved by the chaos and strife of the primordial world. I have come to understand the way of Heaven and will follow its will."

"To establish an orderly place for all living beings, to govern the primordial wilderness, to regulate all the elements, and to benefit all living beings."

"May Heaven grant our request!"

Rumble—!!!

Above the altar, a chaotic vortex suddenly appeared, with countless beings transformed from purple lightning wandering within it. At the very center of the vortex, a gigantic eye formed from divine lightning suddenly appeared, staring directly at Di Jun on the altar.

"allow!"

A moment later, a voice resounded in the ears of all living beings.

Then the giant eye and the chaotic vortex slowly dissipated into nothingness.