Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"The Witch Clan Tribe!"

As Huanglong approached the southern central region of the prehistoric world, he unexpectedly discovered several Wu tribes.

Numerous Wu tribes, large and small, are evenly distributed across the southern land.

Small tribes have only a few thousand shamans, while large ones have tens of thousands of shaman warriors.

These witch tribes generally have low cultivation levels, mainly consisting of True Immortals and Celestial Immortals. Only in slightly larger tribes will there be one or two Golden Immortal-level witch tribe powerhouses in charge.

Huanglong also discovered that the targets of these witch tribes were very clear: mainly those creatures that had cultivated the Demon Core Technique and whose bodies were filled with demonic energy, as well as some ancient beasts that had not yet developed intelligence but possessed immense blood and energy.

As for other primordial creatures, these witch tribes no longer hunt them indiscriminately as before.

"strangeness......!"

Huanglong concealed his presence, observing from afar several Wu tribe warriors who were hunting a wild bull the size of a mountain, pondering in his heart:

"These witch warriors are far weaker than the ones we encountered at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, both in size and strength. They've also been around for a short time. When did the witch race become so prolific?"

"The Wu tribe's stronghold is Mount Buzhou. Given the Wu tribe's original numbers, they couldn't even completely occupy the central region of the prehistoric world. There's no reason for them to settle so many of their people here."

The reason why the Wu tribe doesn't hunt other non-demon creatures is easy to guess: "It's simply because the Demon Heavenly Court, led by Dijun and Taiyi, has put immense pressure on the Wu tribe, forcing the Ancestral Witches to avoid making too many enemies..."

Huanglong couldn't figure out the reason for the sudden increase in the number of Wu tribe members.

The more they learned about the Wu tribes and the deeper their investigations went, the more they discovered that within the southern Wu tribe's sphere of influence, there were five of the most powerful tribes, each leading all the other Wu tribes. Their founders were all Great Wu at the Great Luo Realm!

Huang Long was extremely familiar with two of the names!

It was none other than the two great sorcerers, Hou Yi and Kuafu!

The other three tribes' chief shamans had relatively unfamiliar names, presumably other powerful figures within the shamanic tribe.

"The Great Wizard Kuafu...!"

This is Huanglong's creditor. Back when he traded the innate spiritual root "Earth Vein Dragon Pattern Tree" with Kuafu, Huanglong still owed Kuafu a "huge debt" of hundreds of jars of blood jujube wine.

It was unexpected that Hou Yi and Kuafu would both be here expanding the territory of the Wu tribe.

Now that it was known that the two great shamans, Kuafu and Houyi, were here, the route Huanglong took to repair the world began to shift towards the area where Kuafu's tribe was located.

Since we owe a debt, this is a good opportunity to send the blood date wine to Kuafu and settle the debt!

You can also learn more about the latest information on the Southern Lich War from this great shaman.

On this day, Huanglong arrived at a region about hundreds of millions of miles away from the Kuafu tribe.

This place clearly experienced a fierce battle at the Taiyi Realm level in the early days. The land within a radius of tens of millions of miles was turned upside down. Majestic mountain ranges that were tens of thousands of feet high were flattened, the earth's veins were broken, and the spiritual energy was scattered, leaving only a barren plain.

Huanglong, familiar with the routine, began to unleash his supernatural powers.

The broken mountain peaks were used to fill the torn earth, purify the resentful energy, reconnect the earth's veins, relocate the spiritual veins, sow the seeds of plants, and finally use supernatural powers to bring rain to nourish the earth's vitality.

Just as he was fully focused on mobilizing his magic power to merge a spiritual vein with the earth, suddenly...

An aura filled with intense bloodlust, accompanied by the tremors of the earth, rushed toward Huanglong from afar with incredible speed, enveloping him in an instant!

Before Huang Long could react, a loud, booming laugh, filled with delight, exploded in his ears like thunder:

"Hahaha! I knew it! I felt a familiar presence here during the Mountain Moving and Rainfall event. It really is Brother Huanglong!"

"Buzz—!"

Huanglong was startled by the sudden appearance of this aura, and almost poured all his magical power into the sword imprint on his palm!

Give this guy a sword.

Fortunately, at the same time, he recognized the voice as familiar!

Only then did he withdraw the magical power that had surged into the sword seal.

Even so, he was still terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

That almost turned into a major disaster!

Huang Long saw the space in front of him tremble, and a tall figure appeared in front of him, stepping on the void. Behind him, 'feet' made of spatial rifts were slowly healing.

The figure was shirtless, with an honest face, rugged muscles, and bright, open eyes. Who else could it be but Kuafu?

Huang Long breathed a sigh of relief, a helpless smile on his face, and cupped his hands, saying, "Great Shaman Kuafu, your appearance was rather sudden. You almost ended up meeting the Great God Pangu."

"Father God, where are you? Have you seen Father Pangu?"

Looking at Kuafu, who was glancing around nervously, Huanglong said helplessly, "I mean, you scared me!"

Kuafu scratched his messy hair, grinned, and laughed so hard that the white clouds in the sky scattered and fled: "Haha, sorry, sorry! I was so happy when I sensed your presence that I ran faster!"

"Brother Huanglong, please don't take offense! Although we Wu Clan don't cultivate the primordial spirit, our perception of our own bloodline aura and the surrounding environment is not weak! You used your supernatural powers so close to my tribe, revealing your aura. If I, a Great Luo Realm cultivator, couldn't detect it, how could my Wu Clan fight against those feathered beasts?"

His words were blunt, yet he did not forget to express his contempt for the demon race.

After explaining, he stared wide-eyed at Huanglong, swallowed hard, and rubbed his hands together, saying:

"Brother Huanglong, put everything else aside for now! Quick, bring me a jar of blood jujube wine to satisfy my craving! I haven't had it in over ten thousand years, I've been missing it terribly!"

Seeing Kuafu's desperate attempt to satisfy his craving for alcohol, Huanglong couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head helplessly.

He took out a jar of blood date wine weighing 500 jin from the Xuanhuang Realm, brewed with blood dates formed from acquired spiritual roots, of the highest quality, and tossed it over.

Kuafu was overjoyed and took it, immediately breaking the clay seal.

In an instant, a powerful, rich, and mellow aroma of wine, carrying the fragrance of dates, filled the air. Kuafu took a deep breath, a look of deep nostalgia on his face, and praised:

"Haha! That's the taste! It's chewy enough!"

Having said that, he tilted his head back, raised the wine jar with both hands, and gulped it down...!

In just a few breaths, he drank all five hundred catties of blood date wine without leaving a single drop!

"Clang!"

He casually tossed the empty wine jar aside, where it smashed into several pieces against a boulder.

Kuafu shouted with delight, "Awesome! This is truly fine wine! Much better than that so-called nectar of the demon race!"

He looked at Huanglong with lingering interest and warmly invited, "Brother Huanglong, come on, come on! Don't bother with all this work here, come and sit down at my Wu tribe! Let me give you a proper welcome!"

Huang Long looked at the still ravaged land before him and the spiritual vein that had just merged into the earth, shook his head, and politely declined:

"I appreciate the great shaman Kuafu's hospitality. Please forgive me, great shaman, but once I have fully restored this land to its former glory, I will certainly visit the tribe."

Upon hearing this, Kuafu glanced at the slowly healing earth behind Huanglong, and then at the earnest and determined look on Huanglong's face. Though straightforward by nature, he understood the importance of this matter to Huanglong, so he stopped insisting and waved his hand dismissively:

"Alright! You go ahead with your work! I'll go prepare some good things for you so we can treat you well when you come to my tribe!"

Before he finished speaking, the void trembled, and Kuafu's tall figure blurred and disappeared from the spot, leaving only his heroic voice echoing in the air.

Huanglong looked in the direction where Kuafu had disappeared, smiled, then focused his mind and continued to repair the shattered world.