Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huanglong left Kunlun, following the increasingly intense traces of bloodshed and destruction that permeated the eastern part of the prehistoric world.

The war between the Lich King and the Demon King has once again become the main theme of the primordial world.

When Huanglong arrives, it is often several or even decades later.

All that remained at the scene was devastation.

The scorched earth was torn open with ravines, the once sacred mountain and blessed land turned into barren land, rivers dried up, spiritual veins collapsed, and spiritual energy dissipated.

The struggle between the two races has never ceased since the demon race established the Heavenly Court.

The Lich and Demon races, one has its main base in the Celestial Realm, while the other does not rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for cultivation.

Therefore, neither race took into account the vast and boundless landscape of the prehistoric world during their battles.

Scars have appeared one after another on the vast, desolate land.

Although it will eventually be repaired by the power of heaven and earth over time, the process will be incredibly slow!

Before one scar has even healed, dozens or even hundreds more appear.

Huanglong began to dredge the mountain veins, rivers, and spiritual veins piece by piece, and finally sowed the seeds of grass and trees, using sweet rain to encourage the growth of plants.

Each battlefield, if the damage is minor and the area is small, can be restored in a few years or months.

Some of the more severely damaged areas can fully recover within decades.

On battlefields where fighting continues everywhere.

Huanglong concealed the secrets of heaven with the Pure White Lotus, hiding in the void and silently watching the fierce battle between the warriors of the Wu and Yao races.

The roar of the Wu tribe was deafening. Relying solely on their physical strength, their every move shook the void and shattered the heads of the demons.

The demon race unleashed their supernatural powers, wielded magical treasures, and set up a grand formation, with demonic energy billowing and obscuring the sky.

The collision of supernatural powers and physical bodies tore through the sky with light, and the ripples of laws distorted space.

The seemingly powerful demon race crumbled at the first encounter with the witch race!

It often takes more than ten demons to seriously injure a witch.

This also means that in many battles, you can often see a large group of demons running ahead, while only a few witches follow behind.

Huanglong simply watched quietly, showing no concern for the life-and-death struggle between the two races.

He could not, and dared not, interfere in the struggle for supremacy among the world's overlords under the grand scheme of things.

With his current cultivation level, if he were to participate, even with the protection of his status as a disciple of a saint, it wouldn't be impossible for him to become ashes in this great calamity.

In the end, the demon race was mostly defeated in the battle between the two races. The witch race looted all the severed limbs, cores and blood of the demons from the land and then roared away, leaving behind a devastated land.

Only then will Huanglong reveal himself and begin working to "earn money to support the world".

The war between the lich and demons raged across the primordial world, with the eastern part being the smallest in scale compared to the south and north.

For over ten thousand years, he has acted as a benefactor, traversing back and forth in the eastern part of the prehistoric world, following in the footsteps of the witch and demon races across countless wastelands, valleys, and rivers.

He poured all the merits he gained into the Xuanhuang World Pearl to evolve the Xuanhuang Realm.

Unfortunately, after more than ten thousand years of hard work, the original creation condensed from the vitality of heaven and earth amounted to only three drops.

This amount of accumulation is like a drop in the ocean compared to the desire to transform one's origins into an innate, divine foundation.

"It's far from enough...!" Huang Long sighed inwardly.

After all, there were three sages in the eastern part of the prehistoric world, so the witch and demon races restrained themselves a lot and dared not be too presumptuous.

After restoring a mountain range, Huanglong returned to Kunlun on this day.

Just as I returned to my dojo, before even stepping into the Five Elements Courtyard, a clear, bell-like laugh reached my ears.

Xuan Du, whom we haven't seen in a long time, was playing around with Zi Ling!

When Xuandu saw Huanglong return, he stood up and greeted him, "Senior Brother Huanglong, you're back."

Seeing this, Huang Long showed a hint of surprise: "Junior Brother Xuandu. Aren't you busy refining pills and cultivating Taoism by your senior uncle's side? How come you have time to come and sit here with me? Perhaps you'd like some of my tea?"

Xuan Du smiled slightly and admitted, "I went to get some tea from you after I finished my own. But the main reason I came was on our teacher's orders to deliver something to you."

As he spoke, he flipped his hand, and a purple gourd about a foot tall appeared in his palm.

The gourd had a warm, lustrous color, with a purple aura emanating from it. Daoist patterns were faintly visible on its surface, and it exuded an aura that calmed the mind, soothed the soul, and nurtured the spirit.

When Huanglong first saw the purple gourd, his heart skipped a beat and his pupils contracted slightly.

"The Purple-Gold Gourd!"

Then he thought, that's impossible, the purple-gold gourd is still nurturing Hongyun's true spirit.

He took the gourd with both hands. It was cool to the touch. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a magical treasure that had been carefully crafted. Its shape and charm were somewhat similar to the Purple Gold Gourd, and it contained a trace of the Purple Gold Gourd's aura.

The greatest function of this magical treasure is to nurture and store elixirs, preserving their efficacy for hundreds of millions of years.

"It's just a replica of the Purple Gold Gourd, but with the Grand Master's craftsmanship, it's still a rare and precious item."

Huang Long's mind raced, then he looked at Xuan Du, "The Nine Revolutions Creation Origin Pill has been refined...!"

Xuandu smiled and gestured, "Senior brother, you'll know once you open it and take a look."

Huang Long did as instructed and uncorked the gourd, which resembled a piece of spirit jade.

In an instant, a fragrant aroma of pills emanated from it, causing his whole body to tremble. The aroma filled his entire body with desire, as if he couldn't wait to devour it.

He focused his gaze and saw that the gourd's interior was a self-contained space, a void and chaotic expanse, yet surrounded by endless warm purple mist.

In the center of the purple aura, five perfectly round golden pills, each the size of a dragon's eye, floated silently.

Each golden elixir radiated a rich light of creation, with a faint phantom at its center. It had nine orifices and eight holes, as if it were breathing autonomously, inhaling and exhaling the purple energy condensed by the purple-gold gourd.

On the surface of the elixir, faint patterns of the Great Dao can be seen flowing, containing the imprint of the laws of heaven and earth, which is extremely profound.

That primordial light is gentle and subtle, yet it can illuminate the very essence of all living beings, arousing the deepest desire for evolution within life.

Nine-Turn Golden Elixir! And there are five of them!