Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The chili powder was inhaled directly into Hou Yi's nasal cavity. Even as a great shaman, Hou Yi was choked so badly that his face turned red and he sneezed loudly.

Upon seeing this, Huang Long burst into laughter: "Great Wizard Hou Yi, that's not how you use chili peppers! Just grab a handful and sprinkle them evenly over the roasted meat!"

Hou Yi suppressed the urge to sneeze and, following Huang Long's instructions, grabbed a handful of chili powder and sprinkled it evenly over the roasted meat in his hand.

Seemingly still not satisfied, he grabbed several more handfuls until the entire piece of roasted meat was covered with a thick layer of red color before he was finally content.

He opened his mouth wide and bit down hard!

The next moment, Hou Yi's eyes lit up, and he began to wolf down the food: "Delicious! Tasty!"

Kuafu followed the example of the other witches, smearing large amounts of chili powder on the roasted meat and then began to feast.

When the jade jar was finally returned to Wu Tong's hands, it was empty, with only a thin layer of chili powder remaining at the bottom.

Wu Tong held the jade jar, shook out the remaining chili powder, and then looked at Huang Long with pitiful eyes.

Huang Long looked at his empty jar and shook his head helplessly: "That's because that spiritual root only produces this much; this is all I have left...!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly remembered something. When the Heavenly Spirit Peppers ripened, he did collect some pepper seeds and casually planted them in the Xuanhuang Realm. However, he was busy with cultivation and restoring the earth and had not tended to them since.

My mind sank into the Xuanhuang Realm, where scattered throughout the mountains were patches of thriving chili pepper bushes, laden with countless bright red chilies.

Huang Long was overjoyed. He swept his primordial spirit over the area and instantly gathered a small pile of ripe chili peppers.

With another flick of his sleeve, a pile of bright red chili peppers appeared on the open ground.

Huanglong then channeled his magic power, and flames rose from the void. The gentle heat instantly dried out the moisture from the large pile of chili peppers.

Then, with a slight tremor of magic, all the dried chilies were transformed into fine chili powder.

He then took an empty wine jar, filled it with all the chili powder, and tossed it to Wu Tong.

Wu Tong took the large jar of chili powder, beaming with joy. He eagerly grabbed a handful of chili powder and sprinkled it on his roasted meat before happily tearing into it and eating with great relish.

A Taiyi Realm bull and several Golden Immortal Realm demonic beasts were devoured by the group.

Meanwhile, the mature chili peppers in the Yellow Dragon Xuanhuang Realm have been completely consumed.

In the months that followed, Huanglong did not leave immediately, but instead traveled between the Kuafu tribe and the Houyi tribe.

He traded all the blood date wine he carried with him to the witch clan.

Huanglong harvested a large number of spiritual objects containing innate essence.

That day, the spirit pepper had a similar effect on the witch clan as the blood date wine, stimulating blood and qi and tempering the body.

Therefore, Huanglong directly and without reservation gave the chili seeds, as well as detailed methods for planting, harvesting, and grinding them, to the Wu tribe.

"This thing is not as difficult to handle as that spiritual root."

Huanglong said to Kuafu, Houyi, and the others, "As long as we cultivate a few spiritual fields in places rich in spiritual energy and take good care of them, they will thrive. In the future, the Wu tribe will be able to be self-sufficient."

Kuafu patted Huanglong's shoulder forcefully, saying nothing, but the gratitude in his eyes was clearly visible. Houyi also cupped his hands and said, "Brother Huanglong, my Wu tribe will remember this kindness. If you ever need anything in the future, you may come to my tribe to find me."

Having left the witch tribe, Huanglong once again began his journey to restore the earth.

Ten thousand years have passed quietly like flowing water.

Every so often, after accumulating a certain amount of blood date wine, he would go to the witch tribe again to trade.

This almost became a tacit understanding between him and the witch clan.

On this day, Huanglong was standing atop a green mountain that had just recovered its vitality, and as he was using his magical power of sweet rain, he suddenly sensed something.

With a slight thought, Huang Long summoned a blue dragon scale that appeared in front of him, emitting a faint spiritual light.

The Azure Dragon's voice came from within, "Little fellow, don't forget the Four Seas Dragon Palace Gathering!"

"Ten thousand years have passed... The Four Seas Dragon Palace Tournament is about to begin!"

Huanglong discerned the direction, rode his escape light, and it took him several months to reach the waters where the South China Sea Dragon Palace was located.

He subtly exuded the aura of the dragon race, and a powerful primordial spirit swept across from the depths of the sea, carrying a scrutinizing meaning.

Before long, a slightly hurried voice, yet one that was forcefully suppressing excitement, came from underwater:

"Boss, you're finally here!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure shot out from the sea and appeared in front of Huanglong.

The newcomer had a pair of exquisite jade horns on his head and a handsome face; he was none other than Ao Guang from the East Sea.

Huanglong looked at the excited Ao Guang and smiled, "Oh, what are you doing here? It's been tens of thousands of years, and you've grown even more handsome."

Ao Guang looked at Huang Long and said gratefully, "Thanks to Boss's help, I was able to break through to the Golden Immortal realm and receive special training from the East Sea Dragon Palace, which is why I was able to participate in this conference."

"Knowing you were coming, I made a special trip to greet you!"

Seeing Ao Guang's excited expression, Huang Long calmly said, "Thank you for your trouble. Something came up, which is why I'm a little late."

Ao Guang stepped aside to lead the way, saying, "Boss, I'll take you inside."

Under Ao Guang's guidance, Huanglong traversed numerous array formations and restrictions, arriving at a magnificent and imposing palace complex stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

Between the palaces, graceful clam maidens carried jade platters as they moved about, while strong and imposing sea patrol yakshas carried giant tridents on patrol. There were also many dragons of pure bloodline, gathering in twos and threes to chat.

When they saw Ao Guang leading Huanglong towards them, most of them stopped what they were doing and stared in shock at Ao Guang and Huanglong leading the way.

Ignoring these gazes, Huanglong followed Ao Guang straight to the main hall at the heart of the Dragon Palace.

The main hall's gate is a hundred feet high, carved from a single piece of innate warm jade. Countless pearls containing rich innate spiritual energy are inlaid on it, and colorful corals emit a faint precious light, showcasing the wealth of the dragon race.

"..."

Huang Long shook his head as he watched all this. No wonder so many people came to the Dragon Clan to plunder. They had already fallen into decline, yet they were still so arrogant. Now, seeing this scene, he himself wanted to rob them.

As Huanglong examined the gate, the palace doors slid open silently.

Above the dome, the stars are inlaid with precious pearls, their starlight twinkling.

The rich innate spiritual energy condensed into thick white mist that swirled around the ground, giving people the illusion of being above a sea of ​​clouds.

At this moment, several dragons were seated on both sides of the main hall. They were all old and had profound auras. They were all at the Taiyi realm. Behind them stood more than ten young dragon disciples, whose cultivation level was at most Golden Immortal and at least Heavenly Immortal.

At the far end of the hall, on the throne, sat a middle-aged king with a majestic face, dressed in a crimson-gold robe and wearing a flat-topped crown.

His aura was as deep and boundless as the ocean, subtly connected with the aura of the entire South China Sea Dragon Palace. He was the only Great Luo Immortal present—the current South China Sea Dragon King, Ao Yan.