Primordial Era: The Dao Wasn't Finished, Yet the Ancestor Witches Became Saints

Now it seems, this isn't weakness—he simply likes to hide his skill, knowing how to show weakness to the enemy.

Good! This is good!

With this kind of conduct, he won't suffer losses in the future!

Not only that, but he also unites the tribe. Given Chiyou's attitude, if it were anyone else, punishment would be unavoidable.

Yet Thirteenth Brother didn't do that. In fact, it seems precisely because of this, Chiyou has turned his heart toward him.

Would it be better to never punish anyone from now on?

Dijiang thought to himself.

If Li Hao knew what Dijiang was thinking, he would surely cry out in protest.

He truly wasn't showing weakness; he simply didn't want to fight.

The key point was that these people before him were far too weak!

So weak that one punch could kill them. If he threw a punch, he'd have to kneel and beg them not to die.

As for Chiyou's attitude? Was there any need to get angry?

It's like a human blocking an ant's path—maybe the ant would curse at them too?

But would the human care? Probably not?

The language barrier is one thing, but even without that issue.

Even if one could understand the ant's words, a human still wouldn't get angry. Instead, they might find it amusing or interesting.

After all, it's just a creature they could crush with a lift of their foot.

The same went for facing Chiyou!

Of course, there was another reason: Li Hao wanted to see just how strong a fully realized Chiyou could be, nothing more.

Unlike the other Ancestor Witches, Houtu's beautiful eyes sparkled with brilliance.

Seeing the battle end, she immediately rushed over like a swallow returning to its nest, wrapped her arms around Li Hao, affectionately touched his face, and looked around proudly, saying, "Little brother is the best!"

Her expression and posture were just like a little girl showing off her beloved toy.

The Great Witches witnessing this felt their hearts shatter into pieces, utterly crushed.

Ancestor Witch Houtu, our goddess!

To be so close to a male, not only hugging him but also touching his face.

Although Ancestor Witch Hao was Houtu's younger brother, such intimate contact was absolutely unacceptable.

In an instant, the Great Witches all turned their gazes to Li Hao, their eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Shrouded by countless murderous stares, Li Hao acted as if he hadn't noticed.

Of course, he wasn't truly unaware, but what could he do?

His elder sister Houtu liked this, and he had no choice, did he?

He couldn't very well reject Houtu's closeness just to avoid becoming the public enemy of the Great Witches, could he?

The Witch Tribe was united, yes, but there were still degrees of closeness and distance.

So Li Hao absolutely wouldn't make his sister unhappy just to please the Great Witches.

He knew very well that Houtu had guarded him for one million two hundred thousand years.

She had eagerly awaited his birth. Now that he was born, his sister was happy and wanted to be close. He'd let her do as she pleased; it should settle down after a while.

The Great Witches glared at Li Hao with hostility, but only Chiyou was full of admiration.

Xing Tian had always been close to Chiyou and was also a staunch supporter of Houtu.

Seeing Chiyou like this, he curiously approached and asked in a low voice, "First Brother! Seeing all this, aren't you angry?"

"Angry about what?" Chiyou asked, puzzled. After thinking it over, he understood: "You mean Ancestor Witch Houtu being close to Ancestor Witch Hao? What's there to be angry about? They're siblings; what's wrong with a sister doting on her brother?"

Xing Tian was stunned by these words!

In the past, if a tribesman got even a little close to Ancestor Witch Houtu, Chiyou would fly into a rage.

Now, with such intimacy, Chiyou was unmoved, even seeming to think it was only right?

Something's wrong!

Chiyou, you're not right!

Just as Xing Tian's mind was in turmoil, he heard Chiyou continue in a gruff voice, "Besides! What's the use of getting angry? Ancestor Witch Hao is that strong. I have a feeling that even if the two of us attacked together, we probably couldn't harm him!"

Xing Tian couldn't help but gasp!

He quickly pressed, "That strong? Isn't that an exaggeration?"

"No! Not an exaggeration at all!" Chiyou quietly extended the hand hidden in his sleeve—the one that had held the giant axe.

It was covered in blood, skin split and flesh torn.

"This was caused by the recoil. Ancestor Witch Hao caught the axe with just one hand. How much of his strength do you think he actually used?" Chiyou withdrew his injured hand and sighed. "Since I, Chiyou, was born, I've never submitted to anyone. But Ancestor Witch Hao? I accept him!"

"I feel like fighting him is like an adult playing with a toddler—and as for who's the adult and who's the toddler, you should be clear on that, right?"

At these words, Xing Tian's heart trembled once more. He knew well that Chiyou had always thought highly of himself. Usually, he was full of discontent and defiance, never putting on such an attitude even when facing the Ancestor Witches. For someone so arrogant to say something like this now showed just how genuinely convinced he was of Li Hao's prowess as an Ancestor Witch.

Xing Tian stared in shock at the young Ancestor Witch nestled in Houtu's arms, his face still somewhat youthful, a warm smile curling at the corners of his lips. Judging by this harmless appearance alone, you'd never guess the Ancestor Witch Hao was so powerful. No wonder the other Ancestor Witches had abandoned their original Dao Bodies and chosen this form instead. This kind of Dao Body was incredibly deceptive—at least to the Witch Tribe and the beasts. Its smaller, thinner frame made people instinctively assume the person was weak. Xing Tian mulled it over: should he switch to this kind of Dao Body too?

Dijiang, seeing that all the Ancestor Witches and Great Witches had gathered, looked ahead and said, "I trust you all know that I've long worried about the future of the Witch Tribe, yet had no solution to offer." The Ancestor Witches wore smiles, but the Great Witches were baffled. Why bring this up all of a sudden? Amid their puzzled gazes, Dijiang paused and continued, "Since we're all gathered today, I'll inform you: this problem has already been solved. Hao has brought the solution. In the future, our Witch Tribe is destined to flourish!"

At this, the Great Witches erupted in uproar! Ordinary Witches might not care, but every Great Witch knew what Dijiang had been worried about. The Witch Tribe was indeed strong and exceptional now! But the Innate Three Races had been formidable back then too—stronger than the current Witch Tribe, if anything! And what happened? They still ended in decline, forced to cling to a corner in bitterness just to survive. Dijiang had always feared the Witch Tribe might follow that same path. Now he was telling them a solution had been found? How could they not be stunned?

Kuafu, being the type who couldn't keep anything to himself, immediately spoke up: "Ancestor Witch Dijiang, did Ancestor Witch Hao modify the Twelve All Heavens God-Fiend Array? Since we've got thirteen Ancestor Witches now." Dijiang was taken aback! Why hadn't he thought of that? The Twelve All Heavens God-Fiend Array was a peerless killing formation that combined the power of the twelve Ancestor Witches to awaken the phantom of Father God Pangu's true body. But now there were thirteen Ancestor Witches! What was to be done about the array? The traditions didn't cover this either. Dijiang glanced at Kuafu, his eyes full of approval. Kuafu clearly misinterpreted this, thinking he'd guessed right, and nearly jumped for joy. But before he could celebrate long, Dijiang shook his head.

"No. What Ancestor Witch Hao brought is a peerless technique for strengthening the physical body—the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique that Father God himself cultivated. No matter how strong an array is, it's ultimately cumbersome and can't protect the entire Witch Tribe. Only with a powerful body can one advance to attack and retreat to defend."

The Great Witches were dumbfounded! The logic made sense! But something felt off! And there was a clear sense of disappointment. They'd expected some earth-shattering array that the whole Witch Tribe could use together, or some immortal herbs or magic treasures that could defy fate. And this was it? Their minds churned with mixed feelings. Then Kuafu, ever blunt, cut to the chase.

"The technique Father God cultivated must be unmatched in the world. But even someone as strong as Father God died from exhaustion back then. How can we lesser beings compare to Father God? Even if we cultivate this method, I'm afraid it'll be useless!"

The Great Witches were startled! That was it! That was the root of their unease. Even Father God, mighty as he was, had died from exhaustion. If they followed the same path, they'd likely not even reach a fraction of his level—how could they escape calamity? Dijiang realized this too. It was truly a major problem. Just as he was racking his brain for an explanation, Li Hao stepped forward and said with a smile, "Indeed! As Great Witch Kuafu said, even Father God died from exhaustion. How can we later generations surpass Father God?"