Visiting the Witch Clan

Space trembled violently as spiritual energy surged around Fuxi and Nuwa. The two slowly opened their eyes.

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

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

At the same time, Nuwa's presence was no less formidable, with auspicious clouds swirling around her and countless streams of radiant qi.

She was the future Heaven-ordained saint and the future Saint Mother of the Human Race. Naturally, her aptitude was somewhat greater than Fuxi's.

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

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chu, for your teachings. My understanding of the Yin-Yang Great Dao has improved greatly." Fuxi blinked her beautiful eyes and cupped her hands.

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

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

Before transmigrating, he had loved reading Primordial World novels, and his favorite characters had been Nuwa, Tongtian, and Houtu.

Nuwa created the Human Race and became its Saint Mother. During the Witch-Demon Calamity, the Demon Clan had nearly driven the Human Race to extinction in order to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword.

Nuwa had wanted to protect the Human Race, but unexpectedly, under Hongjun's instruction, Laozi and Yuanshi had stopped her.

Then there was the later Investiture of the Gods Calamity, in which Nuwa could be said to have been the most miserable saint.

To suppress the Human Dao and Earth Dao, the Heavenly Dao had plotted against Nuwa and Houtu, leaving them forever separated from their elder sisters.

"Hehehe, if Fellow Daoist Chu hadn't let us sisters observe the Chaos Green Lotus and taught us the Dao, we wouldn't have broken through so quickly."

Fuxi smiled softly and tilted her head slightly, seeming to act coquettishly. "Fellow Daoist Chu, I was too rash before and wrongly blamed you. It was my fault... Please don't hold it against me."

Fuxi's voice was soft and gentle, carrying a trace of apology along with a touch of playfulness.

Chu Feng nodded slightly without saying much. Fuxi was also one of his favorite Primordial World characters.

In the Primordial World novels he had read, Fuxi had been an absolute sister-protecting fanatic and one of the future Three Sovereigns of the Human Race. It was simply a pity that her ending had been poor, as she was ultimately confined in Huoyun Cave to suppress the Human Race's fortune.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, remember this well. You must take the path of Law Proving the Dao. Do not join the Demon Clan or take part in the Witch-Demon Calamity." Chu Feng's expression turned solemn as he warned her.

"Mm, rest assured, Fellow Daoist. Since I already know the outcome, I will not take part in the calamity. My little sister and I will simply devote ourselves to cultivation." Fuxi nodded heavily.

Chu Feng nodded slightly, finally at ease. I hope nothing goes wrong.

He had already told Nuwa and Fuxi about his plan. They would still attend the Purple Heaven Palace lectures and follow the greater trend, but they could not follow the Heavenly Dao's script completely.

Following the greater trend meant giving the Heavenly Dao no opportunity to cause trouble and preserving themselves. Refusing to follow the script entirely meant defying Heaven and changing fate.

The Primordial World novels had taught him all this long ago. After all, the Primordial Heavenly Dao often said that the greater trend could not be changed, while minor trends were of no consequence.

Moreover, after the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, Chu Feng had already become skilled at laying plans. Although the cultivation of the three clans had fallen, they had ultimately preserved their lives.

What was more, Chu Feng had also made preparations in advance—Luohu.

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

"Brother Chu, rest assured. Little Wa will comprehend the Law of Creation as quickly as possible and prove the Dao as a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal." Nuwa suddenly spoke.

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

From the System Space, Chu Feng took three spirit fruits from each of the Five Elements Spiritual Roots and handed them to the two sisters.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, Little Wa, these spirit fruits carry a trace of the Chaos Green Lotus's aura. They are remarkably effective for comprehending laws. I hope you can prove the Dao as Hunyuan Golden Immortals before Hongjun becomes a saint."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chu."

Nuwa and Fuxi spoke at the same time.

Chu Feng nodded slightly, bade the two farewell, and headed deep into Buzhou Mountain. What he needed to do now was make preparations involving the Witch Clan.

Houtu would eventually establish the Netherworld Reincarnation. Forming a good relationship with the Witch Clan in advance was one of the most important things at present.

As for Hongjun, Chu Feng was not confident. The Primordial World he had transmigrated into differed from the other Primordial Worlds.

Even though Hongjun in this world was a woman, he did not dare guarantee that she would not turn against him completely.

After Hongjun merged with the Dao, the Heavenly Dao would be Hongjun, but Hongjun would not be the Heavenly Dao.

So the question was, after merging with the Dao, would Hongjun truly be the Heavenly Dao, or would she still be herself?

Would her consciousness be influenced by the Heavenly Dao? Or would she become its puppet?

Primordial World novels offered countless conflicting views, and different novels had entirely different settings. Chu Feng did not dare gamble.

Reading novels was not the same as actually transmigrating. He needed to proceed cautiously. One wrong step could very well condemn him to eternal damnation.

His earlier flirtation with Hongjun and attempts to build ties with her were not merely for the sake of restoring the system's progress.

He also wanted to see whether Hongjun's temperament would change drastically after she became a saint.

Meanwhile, deep within the Chaos, in the Endless Void.

Old Ancestor Yang Mei sat quietly in a patch of nothingness, faint Chaos Aura curling around her.

After leaving the Primordial World, she had entered seclusion to cultivate, determined to seek revenge on Hongjun after making a breakthrough.

Relying on the advantages of the War Heaven Demon God, she had already cultivated to the half-step Hunyuan realm and was about to prove the Dao.

Her mind sank into a mysterious state. Suddenly, she sensed a violent, malevolent aura tearing through the Chaos.

Yang Mei slowly opened her beautiful eyes, her brows knitting slightly as she recognized the aura.

"Demonic qi? It's Luohu's aura! She didn't die? She even opened the Demon Realm?"

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

What she had witnessed was Luohu self-destructing and dying. Now that she sensed Luohu's aura, how could she not be astonished?

After recovering from her shock, Yang Mei decided to investigate. Her body transformed into a streak of light and sped through the Chaos, following the aura until she finally locked onto the location of the Demon Realm Luohu had created...

Back to Chu Feng.

After bidding Nuwa and Fuxi farewell, he traveled toward the depths of Buzhou Mountain.

As he hurried onward, he could sense the aura between Heaven and Earth growing increasingly heavy, while a wild fluctuation of power filled the air.

Suddenly, a tribe entered his view. Crude totem poles stood across the wilderness, and blazing flames burned fiercely.

Several thousand Witch Clan women were beating one another, fist meeting flesh as their roars shook the heavens.

Chu Feng's pupils abruptly contracted. Suppressing his laughter, he inwardly complained, Good grief. No wonder the novels all say the Witch Clan is savage. Even their cultivation method is too brutal.

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

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

As for the other witches? If they disagreed, they fought!

They truly convinced others with virtue—by beating them with their fists. Being reckless was all that mattered.

Just then, a voice sounded behind Chu Feng. "Who are you? Why are you sneaking around my Zhurong Tribe?"

The instant the words fell, a red-haired woman raised her fist and charged straight at Chu Feng.

The Zhurong Tribe?

Upon hearing that, Chu Feng's mouth twitched, and his smile gradually froze...