Primordial Wilderness: I Am Hong Yun, and I Traded My Saint Position for a Wife at the Start

As Dijiang walked toward Hong Yun, he pondered to himself.

Contrary to most people's impression of the Ancestral Shamans, Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin were actually exceptionally wise.

They had also led the twelve Ancestral Shamans, keeping everyone united and working together.

Their understanding of how to win people's hearts was beyond what ordinary people could match!

So naturally, they understood one thing:

Zhu Jiuyin had said that Hong Yun was the Witch Clan's hope for survival. If he wanted to bind Hong Yun to the Witch Clan for good,

what would he have to offer?

He couldn't naively believe that his relationship with Hong Yun alone would make Hong Yun risk his life for the Witch Clan, could he?

Besides,

so far, Hong Yun had helped the Witch Clan far more than they had helped him!

As Di Jun pondered, he walked to a spot not far from Hong Yun's cultivation chamber and waited quietly.

Although he and Zhu Jiuyin had only seen a few fragments of the future,

the time they had spent in there had already been quite long!

Hong Yun and Xuanming's martial insights were also nearing their end.

There was a saying that all things in the world could attain the Dao!

The Dao was already there, waiting for someone with the right affinity to discover it. What you thought was an original creation was, in truth, something unearthed from the emptiness of chaos.

It was like a story Hong Yun had heard in his previous life.

Someone asked a master sculptor, "Why are your works so incredible?

"Is there some special technique you use?"

The master replied, "They're already inside the rock. All I do is peel away the outer layer and bring them before the world."

That was exactly how Hong Yun felt now.