Visiting the Witch Clan

The space trembled violently. Fuxi and Nuwa's spiritual energy surged around them as they slowly opened their eyes.

In an instant, a divine light shot out from their eyes, and Fuxi's aura erupted like a volcanic eruption!

She had already broken through to the late stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

At the same time, Nuwa's aura was no less impressive, with auspicious clouds swirling and myriad rays of auspicious energy.

She was the destined Saint of the future, and even more so, the Saint Mother of the human race. Her talent was naturally superior to Fuxi's.

After countless years of cultivation, Nuwa's cultivation had also broken through to the late stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal, catching up to Fuxi.

"Many thanks to Fellow Daoist Chu for his sermon. My understanding of the Great Dao of Yin and Yang has improved greatly." Fuxi blinked her beautiful eyes and cupped her hands.

"Hahaha! Congratulations to both of you on your breakthroughs."

Chu Feng laughed heartily, genuinely happy for Nuwa and Fuxi.

Before he transmigrated, he loved reading Primordial World novels, and his favorite characters were Nuwa, Tongtian, and Houtu.

Nuwa created the human race and became the Saint Mother of the human race. During the Witch-Demon Calamity, the demon race, in order to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword, almost annihilated the human race.

Nuwa originally wanted to protect the human race, but unexpectedly, at Hongjun's instruction, Laozi and Yuanshi stopped her.

Then there was the later Investiture of the Gods Calamity, where Nuwa was arguably the most tragic Saint.

The Heavenly Dao, in order to suppress the Human Dao and Earth Dao, plotted against Nuwa and Houtu, separating them from their brothers.

"Hee hee hee, if it weren't for Fellow Daoist Chu letting us sisters observe the Chaos Green Lotus and giving us sermons, we sisters wouldn't have broken through so quickly."

Fuxi chuckled softly, tilting her head slightly as if acting spoiled. "Fellow Daoist Chu, I was too rash earlier and misunderstood you. It was my fault... Please don't hold it against me."

Fuxi's voice was soft and melodious, carrying a hint of apology and a touch of playfulness.

Chu Feng nodded slightly, not saying much. Fuxi was also one of his favorite Primordial World characters.

In the Primordial World novels he had read, Fuxi was a fiercely protective brother and one of the future Three Sovereigns of the human race, but his ending was not good; he eventually suppressed the human race's destiny in Huoyun Cave.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, remember, you must take the path of Law Proving the Dao, and do not join the demon race or participate in the Witch-Demon Calamity," Chu Feng warned with a solemn expression.

"Yes, Fellow Daoist, rest assured. Since I already know the outcome, I will not participate in the calamity. My sister and I will focus on our cultivation," Fuxi nodded heavily.

Chu Feng nodded slightly, feeling relieved, and thought to himself, I hope nothing goes wrong.

He had already told Nuwa and Fuxi his plan. They would still go to the sermon at Purple霄 Palace, following the general trend, but they could not completely follow the Heavenly Dao's script.

Following the general trend meant not giving the Heavenly Dao an excuse to cause trouble and preserving themselves. Not completely following the script meant defying fate.

These things had been taught to him by Primordial World novels long ago. Who knew that the Primordial Heavenly Dao often said that if the general trend didn't change, minor changes were acceptable?

Moreover, after the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, Chu Feng had become skilled at planning. Although the cultivation of the Three Clans was suppressed, they ultimately preserved their lives.

What's more, Chu Feng had also made arrangements in advance, which was Luohu.

With her around, Chu Feng believed he could change some predetermined outcomes during the calamity and influence the general trend of the Primordial World.

"Don't worry, Brother Chu. Little Wa will comprehend the Law of Creation as soon as possible and prove the Dao as a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal," Nuwa suddenly said.

"Good! Then I can rest assured. I have important matters to attend to now, so I won't stay any longer."

Chu Feng took out spiritual fruits from the Five Elements Spiritual Roots from his system space, three of each, and handed them to the two women.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, Little Wa, these spiritual fruits carry a trace of the Chaos Green Lotus's aura, which has a miraculous effect on your comprehension of laws. I hope you can prove the Dao as a Hunyuan Golden Immortal before Hongjun becomes a Saint."

"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Chu."

Nuwa and Fuxi said in unison.

Chu Feng nodded slightly, bid them farewell, and headed towards the depths of Buzhou Mountain. What he needed to do now was to make arrangements for the witch tribe.

Houtu's eventual creation of the Underworld's cycle of reincarnation and establishing good karma with the witch tribe in advance was one of the most important things.

As for Hongjun, Chu Feng was not confident. The Primordial World he transmigrated to was different from other Primordial World settings.

Even though Hongjun in this world was female, he didn't dare to guarantee that Hongjun wouldn't turn hostile towards him.

After Hongjun merged with the Dao, the Heavenly Dao was Hongjun, and Hongjun was not the Heavenly Dao.

So the question arose: after merging with the Dao, was Hongjun the Heavenly Dao, or was she herself?

Would her consciousness be influenced by the Heavenly Dao? Would she become a puppet of the Heavenly Dao?

Primordial World novels had various theories, and different novels had completely different settings. Chu Feng dared not gamble.

Reading novels was different from actually transmigrating. He needed to act cautiously; one wrong step could lead to eternal damnation.

His early efforts to flirt with and build a relationship with Hongjun were not just to restore the system's progress.

It was to see if Hongjun's nature would change drastically after becoming a Saint.

Meanwhile, in the depths of chaos, in the endless void.

Yang Mei Old Ancestor sat cross-legged in a void, enveloped by a faint aura of chaos.

After leaving the Primordial World, she went into seclusion to cultivate, deciding to seek revenge on Hongjun after her breakthrough.

Relying on her advantage as a Heaven-Fighting Demonic God, she had cultivated to the half-step Primordial stage and was on the verge of proving the Dao.

Her mind sank into a mysterious state when she suddenly felt a violent, evil aura tearing through the chaos.

Yang Mei slowly opened her beautiful eyes, her brows furrowed as she sensed a familiar aura.

"Demonic energy? It's Luohu's aura! She's not dead? And she even created a Demon Realm?"

Yang Mei's face was full of shock. During the Dao-Demon Conflict, she had fled the Primordial World to recover from her injuries, then returned to hide and observe from within space.

What she saw was Luohu self-destructing and dying. Now, sensing Luohu's aura, how could she not be surprised?

After her surprise, Yang Mei decided to investigate. Her figure transformed into a stream of light, traversing through the chaos, following the aura. She finally located the position where Luohu had created the Demon Realm...

At Chu Feng's location.

After bidding farewell to Nuwa and Fuxi, he continued his journey deep into Buzhou Mountain.

As he traveled, he could feel the aura between heaven and earth growing denser, the air filled with wild power fluctuations.

Suddenly, a tribe came into view. A crude totem pole stood in the wilderness, burning with fierce flames.

Thousands of Witch Clan women were fighting each other, fists connecting with flesh, their roars shaking the heavens.

Chu Feng's pupils contracted sharply. Suppressing a smile, he secretly grumbled, "Good heavens, no wonder novels say the Witch Clan is barbaric. This method of cultivation is too brutal."

To other beings in the Primordial World, the Witch Clan were brainless brutes.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Xuanming, and Houtu were considered intelligent.

As for the other Witches? They would fight at the slightest disagreement!

They completely convinced people with their fists, their main approach being sheer recklessness.

Just then, a voice sounded behind Chu Feng, "Who are you? What are you doing lurking around my Zhurong tribe?"

As soon as the words fell, a red-haired woman swung her fist, heading straight for Chu Feng.

Zhurong tribe?

Chu Feng's mouth twitched upon hearing this, his smile gradually freezing