Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huanglong began brewing wine in seclusion less than a century ago.

On this day, the protective array outside the cave emanated violent fluctuations, mixed with several familiar and powerful bloodthirsty energies.

Huang Long sensed something and with a slight thought, the stone door of the cave suddenly opened.

Outside the door, several figures stood, each exuding a powerful aura and possessing a robust physique, radiating a strong sense of oppression.

The leader was Hou Yi, who carried a giant bow on his back. Beside him was Xing Tian, ​​who held a divine axe, and Kua Fu, who was the tallest and looked like an honest man.

Behind them followed several equally imposing high priests.

"Young friend Huanglong!" Xing Tian's voice boomed as he spoke first, a hint of urgency on his face. "Those feathered beasts and creatures born from wet eggs in the Heavenly Court have become increasingly rampant lately, constantly descending to the mortal realm to suppress and gather one prehistoric race after another!"

"We want to bring the billions of beings from the primordial world who do not wish to join the demon race under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court."

"The Ancestral Witch has ordered us to lead our men to intercept and slay these demons!"

Hou Yi took over the conversation, his voice relatively calm, yet carrying an undeniable firmness:

"Young friend Huanglong, we are all about to leave. We have come here for two reasons: first, to inform you of this matter, and second... your Blood Jujube Wine is of great benefit to our Wu Clan's men in tempering their bodies and restoring their vitality. I wonder how much you have left?"

Huang Long made up his mind, knowing that the time to leave had come.

His expression remained unchanged as he cupped his hands and said, "Gentlemen, you have come at just the right time. Through my tireless efforts day and night over the years, I have brewed quite a bit of blood date wine."

After saying this, he led the shamans to a spacious area outside the cave. With a flick of his sleeve, nearly ten thousand sealed jade jars appeared neatly on the ground. The rich aroma of wine mixed with spiritual energy instantly filled the surroundings, causing a gleam to appear in the eyes of the great shamans.

"Good! Good! Good!" Xing Tian exclaimed three times, eagerly slapping open the lid of a jar, taking a deep breath of the aroma, his face full of ecstasy. "The flavor is even stronger now! But it's not as mellow as before!"

Huang Long said helplessly, "If it were left for tens of thousands of years, it would naturally be better than before, but there's no time left!"

The transaction proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

Huanglong took out all the wine he had stored over the years. Apart from the few hundred jars he specially returned to Kuafu, the rest of the wine was argued about for a long time by Houyi, Xingtian and other great shamans, and they almost came to blows again. In the end, Huanglong had no choice but to divide it equally among them.

In exchange, Huanglong received piles of immortal herbs and elixirs, divine iron ore, as well as several acquired spiritual roots and a large number of spiritual root fragments.

The acquired spiritual roots were obtained by these great shamans over the past few hundred years by scavenging the primordial land.

These resources are enough for him to comfortably digest his situation in the Kunlun Mountains for a long time.

After the inventory was completed, Kuafu smiled and accepted all the wine jars, saying to Huanglong, "Young friend, the rest are insufficient; do not delay your own cultivation. We can afford it!"

Huang Long smiled slightly: "Thank you, Great Shaman Kuafu. I will continue brewing the remaining few hundred jars after I return to Kunlun Mountain, and then I will send them to the Great Shaman."

The great shamans had a great harvest. With this batch of blood date wine, their shaman warriors had a better chance of rapidly improving their strength. They immediately took their leave to prepare for battle.

After the other great shamans had left, Huanglong said to Houyi, "Thank you for your trouble, senior!"

Hou Yi nodded, then punched open a spatial portal, smiling as he said to Huang Long, "The Witch Clan welcomes you anytime!"

Huang Long replied with a smile, "Once you defeat the demon race, I'll treat you to drinks, senior!" He paused, then added, "Plenty!"

Upon hearing this, Hou Yi laughed even harder, "Then you can have some, but prepare plenty, my alcohol tolerance is quite high!"

Just as Huang Long was about to step into the spatial passage, something suddenly occurred to him.

He flipped his palm over, revealing three jade bottles radiating brilliant light and extraordinary aura.

The jade bottle itself is already a rare, acquired spiritual treasure-level container.

"Senior Hou Yi," Huang Long said solemnly, "this is the Three Lights Divine Water that I obtained by chance. It is the number one healing medicine in the primordial world. It can heal flesh and bone, revive the dead, and even has miraculous effects on the Dao injuries of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. There is one drop in each bottle."

He paused, then continued, "Please, Great Shaman, deliver two of these bottles to Great Shaman Xingtian and Great Shaman Kuafu, respectively!"

"I hope you never have to use it!"

Hou Yi's deep gaze was fixed on the three jade bottles, then he looked up at Huang Long, a look of understanding and complexity flashing in his eyes.

Huanglong traded away a massive amount of rare and precious materials from the Wu Clan. Although it was a fair trade, the Wu Clan was not skilled in crafting weapons and pills, so these resources were far less valuable in their hands than in Huanglong's.

These three drops of the incomparably precious Three Lights Divine Water are less of a gift and more of a form of compensation.

Hou Yi did not refuse, and took the jade bottle with a smile, saying, "Alright, I will definitely pass it on. Go quickly!"

Huanglong bowed to Houyi, said no more, and turned to walk towards the spatial passage that Houyi had opened with a casual punch, leading directly to the Kunlun region.

He stepped into the space tunnel, and his figure was instantly swallowed by the stream of light and disappeared.

The tunnel entrance, having lost its support, quickly closed.

Outside Kunlun Mountain, a black hole suddenly opened in the void, and a figure staggered out and fell to the ground. It was Huang Long.

Huang Long dusted himself off and took a deep breath of the unique spiritual energy of Kunlun Mountain, which was completely different from the turbid and evil energy that filled the Wu tribe's territory.

He looked up and saw the majestic, continuous mountain range of Kunlun Mountain in the distance. Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, a massive mountain gate could be vaguely seen standing between heaven and earth.

This time, Hou Yi's grasp of spatial coordinates was extremely accurate, without the slightest deviation.

However, unlike the bustling scene of people coming to seek apprenticeship that Huanglong remembered, the Kunlun Mountain gate was unusually deserted at this moment.

The massive mountain gate stands amidst the mountains, yet cranes rarely dance and mythical beasts are heard roaming; only wisps of mountain wind drag the clouds and mist through the gate.

Since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, Emperor Jun and Taiyi have unified the demon race with their mighty power. With the support of the saint Nuwa, and the vastness of the Heavenly Realm, the attraction to countless creatures in the prehistoric world is enormous.

In contrast, the Three Pure Ones are detached from worldly affairs and have not manifested their divine power in the primordial world for a long time. They are also extremely strict in accepting disciples. In the eyes of ordinary beings, joining the Heavenly Court is naturally more realistic and feasible, whether for cultivation or seeking protection.

"The Heavenly Court has appeared in the mortal realm, but the Sages have vanished...!"

"The格局 (geju, a concept encompassing the overall structure and circumstances) of this primordial world has returned to that before the emergence of all the sages!"

Huanglong sighed softly, but he didn't feel much regret. The Wu and Yao races seemed to dominate the prehistoric world, but it was difficult for them to last long.

He straightened his robes, conjured a cloud, and slowly drifted toward the cold yet familiar Kunlun Mountain gate.

Passing through the massive mountain gate and entering the true territory of Kunlun Mountain, he was greeted by an exceptionally rich spiritual energy that enveloped him. Feeling the familiar aura, Huanglong felt as if hundreds of millions of years had passed since his trip, even though he had only been away for a few thousand years.

Just as Huanglong was filled with emotion, streaks of light, each a different color and moving at great speed, streaked past his auspicious cloud and converged in a fixed direction deep within the Kunlun Mountains, clearly with the same goal.

Huang Long frowned slightly. As he stood on the cloud and observed, four particularly eye-catching streaks of light descended from not far away and stopped right in front of him.

The light faded, revealing four figures.

"Senior Brother Huanglong, it's been a long time! I never expected to meet you here today!"

The one who spoke was the leader, a man dressed in a black Taoist robe, with a handsome face and an air of boldness and unrestrained spirit between his brows.