For a time, prices soared wildly.
That was only reasonable.
With people buying like crazy, prices naturally rose.
They quickly climbed to the very limit allowed by market regulations.
Some prices increased a hundredfold, some tenfold, while others stopped after merely doubling.
Many people could only sigh in regret.
Merchants from several surrounding cities rushed over in a frenzy.
Cartload after cartload of goods was delivered.
But an Ancestor Witch was still an Ancestor Witch.
She took one look at those duplicate goods and rejected them.
Did they take her for a fool?
What she wanted were premium goods and new things.
Many merchants earned a hundred years' worth of profits in a single day.
All the houses were sold out.
Because Houtu intended to let her clansmen settle down here and live peaceful, prosperous lives.
She wanted them to settle here as well and learn to live as peacefully as the human race.
Rather than fighting and killing all day long.
Possessing a primordial spirit, she could sense that the Heavenly Dao loathed fighting and killing.
Or rather, fighting and killing had to be confined within certain limits.
Both sides in a conflict needed to exercise restraint.
They could not fight to the absolute extreme at every turn, heedless of all consequences, smashing everything to ruins whenever they pleased.
That was what the Heavenly Dao hated most.
Such people would be destroyed by Heaven.
Houtu's premonition was naturally accurate.
When the Investiture of the Gods came, Tong Tian developed precisely such thoughts, and his ending was miserable: he and his two brothers were both made to swallow Red Pills that could have their accounts deleted at any moment.
For Saints, that undoubtedly made them the greatest losers.
Do not say Yuanshi won, or Laozi won.
A perfectly fine Saint,