Primordial Era: Before the Sermon Was Finished, the Ancestor Witches Had Already Become Saints

Primordial Era: The Dao Hasn't Been Preached Yet, and the Ancestor Witches Have Already Become Saints. Author: beavis

Synopsis: Transmigrating into the Primordial Era to become a member of the Witch Tribe, Li Hao feels both joy and disappointment.

As a modern man, he is well aware of the tragic future awaiting the Witch Tribe.

At this moment, the Dragon-Han Tribulation has only recently concluded.

Hongjun is still tucked away in some obscure corner, contemplating the Jade Disc of Creation.

After understanding the situation in the Primordial Era, Li Hao smiles.

Isn't this looking up?

There is still time, and he has the confidence to change the course of events.

Whether it be Hongjun or the Heavenly Dao.

Let us wait and see!

Watch how I, the thirteenth Ancestor Witch, achieve the Hunyuan Dao before the tribulation even begins!

Chapter 1: What is all this racket so early in the morning? Can't a man get any sleep?

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Accompanied by a sound like a beating drum, Li Hao slowly drifted into consciousness.

Opening his heavy, sleepy eyes, he saw nothing but pitch-black darkness.

"What is going on? It's still dark out, why are they beating drums? Can't a man get any sleep?"

Listening to the rhythmic thumping coming from who knows where, Li Hao complained with some impatience.

He had the mind to go and find the source, but he felt so warm and cozy all over that he really didn't want to move, so he could only endure it for the time being.

It must be said that once one gets used to certain things, they don't feel so bad after all.

Clearly, Li Hao was just like that; the warm environment, combined with the rhythmic, steady, and unhurried sound, had a truly astonishing hypnotic effect.

Before long, he sank back into a deep sleep.

Not long after he fell into a deep slumber, a voice with a thick, high-pitched tone rang out from afar.

"First Brother! I am not talking nonsense! A voice really came from inside just now, saying something about not letting him sleep!"

As the voice faded, a sturdy man with a beast's head and a body covered in red scales appeared, dragging along a man with an indistinct face and a round, purplish-red body.

The two walked up to a massive object that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, shaped like a cone, and pulsing rhythmically.

After standing still and listening for a while, the man with purplish-red skin slapped the beast-headed man on the head and said irritably, "Third Brother! It's not that I want to lecture you, but can you stop making a scene? We were just assigned to guard the Ancestor Witch Hall, so don't cause trouble; the brothers are all quite busy!"

The beast-headed man rubbed his head, feeling aggrieved. "First Brother, I really didn't lie. Someone really spoke just now. If you don't believe me, open it up and see; there is definitely someone inside!"

"Fine, fine, fine! There's someone, there's someone!" The purplish-red-skinned man nodded helplessly and turned to walk away, saying as he went, "I believe you! You are my brother, of course I believe you. Just guard the Ancestor Witch Hall well and don't cause any trouble!"

Watching his First Brother depart, the beast-headed man stared fixedly at the giant object before him.

He was convinced he hadn't misheard; a voice had definitely come from within.

The best way now would be to cut this thing open, and the truth would surely be revealed.

But the beast-headed man dared not do so.

He did not know the specific purpose of this object, but to their Witch Tribe, it was as sacred as a holy relic.

This object was the heart of Pangu, their Father God; could it just be sliced open at will?

Therefore, no matter how unwilling he was, this thing absolutely could not be damaged.

For now, he could only wait patiently. No matter what was inside, it would have to come out eventually, right?

When that time came, his name would be cleared!

Li Hao, deep in sleep, knew nothing of what had happened around him.

He would never have imagined that he had transmigrated.

And that he had transmigrated into the world of the Primordial Era.

How could such a thing be expected? He wouldn't even dare to dream of it!

That's right! This is the Primordial Era!

To be precise, this is the Ancestor Witch Hall in the ancestral land of the Witch Tribe, also known as the Pangu Hall.

The two men from before were the First Ancestor Witch, Dijiang, who mastered the Space Law, and the purplish-red-skinned man.

The beast-headed man was naturally the Third Ancestor Witch, Zhu Rong, who mastered the Law of Fire.

At this time, the Primordial Era had just finished the Dragon-Han Tribulation.

The Innate Three Races had all been defeated and had retreated into seclusion.

Luohu had been besieged by the allied forces and, having no other choice, made a great vow before detonating himself to death.

The two ancestors, Yin and Yang, had perished, and the Yangmei Daoist had fled, heavily wounded.

Hongjun had emerged as the final victor, monopolizing the spoils of war, and was currently hidden away in some obscure corner, contemplating the Jade Disc of Creation and making final preparations for his path to sainthood.

During this period, the Witch Tribe had already been born, and while the Demon Race had yet to fully take shape, they were already showing faint signs of becoming the next protagonists of heaven and earth.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Eleven Ancestor Witches were gathered beside a massive blood pool, their faces filled with anxiety and anticipation.

Their emotions and actions were just like those of expectant fathers waiting outside a delivery room for the first cry of a newborn.

Suddenly, a surge of immense energy erupted, and the sea of blood within the pool churned violently.

A burly man of massive stature, holding a green snake in his left hand and a yellow snake in his right, manifested from the blood pool.

The Ancestor Witches were overjoyed, watching the man with excitement.

The man collected himself, turned toward the Ancestor Witches, and bowed respectfully: "Kuafu greets the Ancestor Witches!"

The eleven Ancestor Witches beamed with joy and burst into laughter.

"Good, good, good! The bloodline is exceptionally pure!"

"Our Witch Tribe has finally birthed a Great Witch! The prosperity of our race is just around the corner!"

Kuafu thanked the Ancestor Witches and turned to leave.

The Ancestor Witches made no move to stop him; they were still waiting, waiting for the next member of the Witch Tribe to be born.

Several thousand years later.

The blood pool surged once more, and another Great Witch was born.

This man was dark and thin, yet his arms were unusually thick; he held a red divine bow and carried white feathered arrows on his back.

The man collected himself and bowed respectfully, "Dayi greets the Ancestor Witches."

The Ancestor Witches were delighted once again, and just as they had with Kuafu, they went through the motions.

Dayi departed, and the group continued to wait.

Another few thousand years later.

A man with a snake body and nine heads appeared, "Xiangliu greets the Ancestor Witches."

The same customary proceedings followed.

However, this time, the Ancestor Witches were indeed a bit puzzled, and they cast strange looks at Gong Gong one after another.

The expression in their eyes was quite clear: Brother? Is this your illegitimate son?

Gong Gong looked embarrassed, not knowing how to explain it.

After all, among the Twelve Ancestor Witches, he was the only one with a snake body.

It was a case of "mud in the crotch"—if it wasn't excrement, it was still excrement.

After this small interlude, the Ancestor Witches continued to wait.

This wait lasted for nearly a hundred thousand years.

During this time, several more Great Witches, including Chiyou and Xing Tian, were born from the blood pool.

With this, the Witch Tribe could be considered to have achieved unprecedented development.

Every member of the Witch Tribe was extremely happy, as if they were celebrating the New Year.

The blood pool gradually calmed, and the Ancestor Witches understood that no more Great Witches would appear for some time.

They returned to the Ancestor Witch Hall together, chatting and laughing along the way.

Seeing his brothers and sisters return, Zhu Rong hurried over anxiously and asked, "How was it? How did it go?"

"It was alright! Several Great Witches were born; although they don't compare to Jiu Feng, they are quite impressive!" Gong Gong glanced at Zhu Rong and said casually.

His tone, however, seemed less than enthusiastic.

Zhu Rong also glanced at Gong Gong and retorted irritably, "Why are you rushing to answer? I wasn't asking you!"

The other Ancestor Witches were speechless at the sight!

Here it goes again! Here it goes again!

The daily bickering between these two was about to start.

They could be certain that it was merely bickering, not a genuine argument.

It was mostly out of habit; the same scene occurred at least once every day, and sometimes several times.

As for the frequency? That depended on how many times the two crossed paths during the day.

At first, they had mistaken it for a real fight and, fearing it would lead to greater conflict, had stepped in to mediate.

After all, they were all family; was there anything that couldn't be discussed? There was no need for this, right?

As it turned out, before they could even finish mediating, the two of them had already made up.