Primordial: Before the Dao Lecture Was Finished, the Ancestor Witches Had All Become Sages

Primordial: Before the Dao Lecture Was Finished, the Ancestor Witches Had All Become Sages Author: beavis

Synopsis: Transmigrating into the Primordial World and becoming a member of the Witch Tribe, Li Hao felt both happy and disappointed.

As a modern man, he knew all too well how tragic the Witch Tribe's future would be.

The Dragon-Han Tribulation had ended not long ago.

Hongjun was still tucked away in some remote corner, comprehending the Jade Disc of Creation.

After learning about the state of the Primordial World, Li Hao smiled.

Things were looking up, weren't they?

There was still time, and he had the confidence to change the course of events.

Hongjun, or the Heavenly Dao—it didn't matter.

Just you wait and see!

Let's see how I, the Thirteenth Ancestor Witch, attain the Dao of Primordial Unity before the tribulation even begins!

Chapter 1: Why Are You Making Such a Racket So Early? Are You Trying to Keep Me from Sleeping?

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Accompanied by a sound like a great drum beating, Li Hao slowly came to.

He opened his bleary eyes, but all he could see was darkness.

"What's going on? It's still dark out, so why are they beating drums already? Can't they let a man sleep?"

Listening to the rhythmic noise coming from who knew where, Li Hao grumbled impatiently.

He wanted to go over and give them a piece of his mind, but his whole body felt so warm and cozy that he really couldn't be bothered to move. For now, he could only put up with it.

It had to be said: once you got used to something, you often stopped noticing what was wrong with it.

Li Hao was clearly like that. The warm surroundings, along with the steady, unhurried rhythm, had an astonishingly soporific effect.

Before long, he had fallen soundly asleep again.

Not long after he drifted off,

a loud, high-pitched voice rang out from afar.

"First Brother! I wasn't making it up. I really heard a voice just now, saying something about not letting him sleep!"

As the voice faded, a muscular man with a beast's head and a human body, covered in red scales, came hurrying over, dragging along a man whose features were indistinct and whose round body was a purplish red.

The two stopped before a gigantic object, broad at the top and narrow at the bottom, shaped like a cone and pulsing in a steady rhythm.

After standing quietly and listening for a while, the purple-skinned man smacked the beast-headed man on the head and said crossly, "Third Brother! I'm telling you, could you stop making a fuss? You were only assigned to guard the Ancestor Witch Hall. Don't cause trouble. Your brothers are all busy!"

The beast-headed man rubbed his head and protested, "First Brother, I really wasn't imagining things. Someone really spoke just now. If you don't believe me, open it up and take a look. There's definitely someone inside!"

"All right, all right! There's someone inside!" The purple-skinned man nodded helplessly, then turned to leave. "I believe you! You're my younger brother, of course I believe you. Just keep watch over the Ancestor Witch Hall, and don't cause trouble!"

Watching his eldest brother leave, the beast-headed man stared fixedly at the enormous object before him.

He was sure he hadn't misheard. A voice had definitely come from inside.

The best way to find out the truth was to cut the thing open. Then everything would become clear.

But the beast-headed man didn't dare do that.

He didn't know exactly what purpose the thing served, but to the Witch Tribe, it was practically a sacred treasure.

It was Pangu's heart—the heart of their Father God. How could he just cut it open?

So no matter how unwilling he was to wait, he absolutely couldn't damage it on a whim.

For now, all he could do was wait patiently. Whatever was inside, it would have to come out the other end sooner or later, right?

When it did, he'd finally be able to clear his name!

The sleeping Li Hao knew nothing about what was happening around him.

He would never have imagined that he had transmigrated.

And not only that, he had ended up in the Primordial World.

How could anyone possibly guess something like that? They wouldn't even dare dream it!

That's right! This was the Primordial World!

To be precise, he was in the Ancestor Witch Hall, in the Witch Clan Ancestral Land. It could also be called Pangu Hall.

Of the two men from earlier, the purple-skinned one was Dijiang, the First Ancestor Witch, who wielded Space Law.

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

At that time, the Primordial World was not long past the Dragon-Han Tribulation.

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

Luohu had been surrounded by the allied forces and, with no other choice, made a great vow before self-destructing.

The Ancestors Yin-Yang and Qiankun had died, while Daoist Yangmei had fled after being gravely wounded.

Hongjun had emerged as the final victor, claiming all the spoils for himself. No one knew which remote corner he was hiding in, comprehending the Jade Disc of Creation and making his final preparations to become a Sage.

At this point in time, the Witch Tribe had already come into being, while the Demon Race had yet to take shape. Even so, it was already showing signs of becoming the next ruler of Heaven and Earth.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain,

eleven Ancestor Witches gathered beside a gigantic blood pool, their faces full of anxious anticipation.

Their expressions and movements were just like those of first-time fathers waiting outside a delivery room to hear their newborn's first cry.

Suddenly, a vast surge of energy erupted, and the blood churned within the pool.

A towering, muscular man appeared from the blood pool, a green snake held aloft in his left hand and a yellow snake in his right.

The Ancestor Witches were overjoyed, watching the man excitedly.

The man collected himself, then respectfully saluted them. "Kuafu pays his respects to the Ancestor Witches!"

The eleven Ancestor Witches beamed and burst into hearty laughter.

"Excellent, excellent! His bloodline is exceptionally pure!"

"At last, a Great Witch has been born to our Witch Tribe! Our tribe's rise is just around the corner!"

After thanking the Ancestor Witches, Kuafu turned and left.

The Ancestor Witches did nothing. They were still waiting for the next member of the Witch Tribe to be born.

Several thousand years later,

the blood pool churned again, and another Great Witch was born.

He was dark and lean, but his arms were exceptionally muscular. He carried a red divine bow and a quiver of white-feathered arrows on his back.

Once he had collected himself, the man respectfully saluted. "Dayi pays his respects to the Ancestor Witches."

The Ancestor Witches were delighted once more. Just like with Kuafu, they went through the same formalities.

After Dayi left, they continued waiting.

Several thousand years later,

a man with a snake's body and nine heads appeared. "Xiangliu pays his respects to the Ancestor Witches."

They went through the same formalities again.

This time, however, the Ancestor Witches looked rather strange. One by one, they glanced at Gong Gong.

Their meaning was clear from their eyes: Brother, is this your illegitimate son?

Gong Gong looked awkward, unsure how to explain.

After all, of the twelve Ancestor Witches, he was the only one with a snake's body.

It was like getting yellow mud on his trousers—there was no way he could talk his way out of it.

After that little episode, the Ancestor Witches resumed waiting.

They waited nearly a hundred thousand years.

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

With that, the Witch Tribe had undergone unprecedented growth.

Every member of the Witch Tribe was overjoyed, as if it were the New Year.

The blood pool gradually settled, and the Ancestor Witches realized that no more Great Witches would appear for the time being.

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

When Zhu Rong saw his brothers and sisters return, he hurried over and asked, "How did it go? How did it go?"

"Not bad. Several Great Witches were born. They couldn't compare to Jiu Feng, but they were still quite impressive." Gong Gong glanced at Zhu Rong and answered casually.

There wasn't much enthusiasm in his tone.

Zhu Rong glanced back at Gong Gong and snapped, "Why did you have to answer? I wasn't asking you!"

The other Ancestor Witches were utterly speechless.

Here they went again!

The two of them were about to start bickering as usual!

They were certain it was only bickering, not a real argument.

They were used to it. The same thing happened at least once every day, and sometimes several times.

As for how often it happened, that depended on how many times the two of them ran into each other that day.

At first, the others had mistaken it for a real argument and worried it would lead to a serious falling-out, so they had rushed to mediate.

After all, they were family. Whatever the problem was, couldn't they just talk it out? There was no need for this, was there?

But before the others could even intervene, the two of them would already have made up again.