Primordial Era: The Ancestor Witches All Became Saints Before the Sermon Could Finish Chapter 12

Now it seemed that this was not a lack of strength, but rather a preference for hiding one's capacity and knowing how to show weakness to the enemy.

Good! This was good!

With a demeanor like this, he would not suffer losses in the future!

Not only that, but he also united the clan. With Chiyou's attitude, if it had been anyone else, it would have called for a round of severe punishment.

Yet Thirteenth Brother did not do so, and seemingly precisely because of that, he had won Chiyou's allegiance.

Would it be better if punishments were avoided altogether in the future?

Dijiang thought to himself!

If Li Hao knew what Dijiang was thinking, he would definitely shout out in grievance.

He really had not been showing weakness; he simply did not want to fight.

The crux was that this batch of people before his eyes was simply too weak!

Truly so weak that a single punch could kill them, a single punch to the extent that he would have to drop to his knees and beg these people not to die.

As for Chiyou's attitude? There was no need to get angry, right?

This was much like a human blocking the path of ants—perhaps the ants would also hurl abusive words.

Would a human care? Of course not!

A language barrier was only one aspect, even if there were no such issue.

Even if one could understand the speech of ants, humans would typically not get angry; on the contrary, they might even find it quite amusing and interesting.

After all, that was merely a creature that could be crushed to death with the lift of a foot.

Facing Chiyou, it was precisely the same!

Of course, there was another reason as well: Li Hao wanted to see just how strong a complete-form Chiyou really was, and nothing more.

Unlike the other Ancestor Witches, Houtu's beautiful eyes were sparkling with vitality.

Seeing the battle end, she immediately rushed over like a swallow returning to the woods, wrapped her arms around Li Hao in a tight embrace, affectionately stroked his cheek, looked around, and said proudly, "Little Brother is the best!"

That expression and posture were extremely reminiscent of a little girl showing off her beloved toy.

When the great witches saw this scene, their hearts instantly shattered into pieces with a clatter, ground thoroughly to dust.

Ancestor Witch Houtu, our goddess!

To actually have such close contact with a male, not only embracing him, but also stroking his face.

Although Ancestor Witch Hao was merely Ancestor Witch Houtu's younger brother, being able to receive such intimate contact was still absolutely impermissible.

For a moment, the great witches cast their gazes toward Li Hao one after another, their eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Enveloped by countless gazes brimming with murderous intent, Li Hao acted as if he did not notice at all.

Naturally, he was not truly unaware, but what could he do about it?

His elder sister Houtu liked to be this way, and there was nothing he could do about it either.

Surely he could not refuse Houtu's affection just to avoid becoming the public enemy of the great witches, could he?

It was true that the Witch Tribe was united, but there were still degrees of closeness and distance.

Therefore, Li Hao would resolutely never let his elder sister feel sad just to make the great witches happy.

He was well aware that Houtu had guarded him for one million two hundred thousand years.

She had wholeheartedly yearned for his birth, and now that he had finally been born, his elder sister was overjoyed and wanted to be close—he would just let her be, and it would probably pass after a while.

The great witches glared with hostility at Li Hao, while only Chiyou looked on with sheer adoration.

Xing Tian had always been on good terms with Chiyou and was likewise a staunch supporter of Houtu.

Seeing Chiyou act this way, he curiously stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "First Brother! Aren't you angry seeing this?"

"Angry about what?" Chiyou asked in profound puzzlement, before realizing: "You mean Ancestor Witch Houtu being close to Ancestor Witch Hao? What is there to be angry about? They are siblings, what fault is there in an elder sister cherishing her younger brother?"

When Xing Tian heard these words, his entire being was utterly shocked!

In the past, even if a clansman merely stood a little close to Ancestor Witch Houtu, Chiyou would fly into a rage.

Today, with them being this intimate, Chiyou remained entirely indifferent and even seemed to think it was only natural?

Something is wrong!

Chiyou, something is wrong with you!

Just as Xing Tian's mind was in extreme turmoil, he heard Chiyou continue in a muffled, rumbling voice: "Besides! What good does getting angry do you? Ancestor Witch Hao is so formidable, I have a feeling that even if the two of us went up together, we probably wouldn't be able to scratch him!"

Xing Tian could not help but draw in a sharp breath!

He hurriedly pressed on, "That strong? Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?"

"No! Not exaggerated at all!" Chiyou quietly extended the hand he had been hiding inside his sleeve—the hand that had previously gripped the giant axe.

As it turned out, his entire hand was dripping with fresh blood, the skin split wide open.

"This was caused by the rebound force. Ancestor Witch Hao merely caught the axe with a single hand at the time, and you tell me how many fractions of his strength he actually used?" Chiyou put away his injured hand and sighed, "Ever since I, Chiyou, was born, I haven't submitted to anyone, but Ancestor Witch Hao—I yield!"

"I feel like fighting him is simply akin to an adult playing and roughhousing with a toddler. As for who is the adult and who is the toddler, you ought to be clear, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xing Tian's heart trembled once again. He knew very well that Chiyou had always held himself in extremely high regard.

Usually, he was always defiant and unyielding, never displaying such a posture even when facing Ancestor Witches.

Now, for him to let such words come from someone as intensely proud as him, it was evident just how completely and utterly convinced his heart was by Ancestor Witch Hao.

Xing Tian looked with shock upon that young Ancestor Witch who was currently in Ancestor Witch Houtu's embrace, his face slightly tender and the corners of his mouth curving into a warm, gentle smile.

Judging purely by this harmless and innocent appearance, it was truly impossible to tell that this Ancestor Witch Hao possessed such terrifying strength.

No wonder the Ancestor Witches had all successively abandoned their original Dao Bodies and instead chosen this present appearance.

This kind of Dao Body was simply too deceptive, at least as far as the Witch Tribe and fierce beasts were concerned.

Such a small and slender exterior would subconsciously make people assume that this person was very weak.

Xing Tian pondered deeply, wondering whether he should also change into a Dao Body like this.

Seeing that all the Ancestor Witches and great witches had gathered, Dijiang looked straight ahead and said, "I presume you are all aware that I have constantly worried about the future of the Witch Tribe, yet I have racked my brains without finding a countermeasure."

The Ancestor Witches all wore smiles on their faces, while the great witches were utterly baffled.

Why suddenly bring all this up out of the blue?

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the great witches, Dijiang paused for a moment before continuing, "Since it is a rare gathering today, I am informing everyone that this difficulty has already been resolved. Hao has brought back the method of resolution, and in the future, my Witch Tribe will surely flourish greatly!"

As soon as these words were uttered, the assembled great witches erupted in an uproar!

Ordinary witches could be left aside, but not a single great witch was unaware of the matters that concerned Ancestor Witch Dijiang.

It was true that the Witch Tribe was currently extraordinarily prosperous!

Yet the Innate Three Races had also been extremely strong back then! Compared to the present Witch Tribe, they were only stronger, not weaker, right?

And what was the outcome? Weren't they reduced to a dismal curtain call, forced to bitterly and resentfully retreat to a corner just to scrape by in survival?

Ancestor Witch Dijiang believed that the Witch Tribe might also walk down this path, and had always been exceedingly worried about it.

Now he was suddenly telling them that a solution had been found? How could they not be astonished?

Kuafu was the sort of straightforward character who clearly could not keep things to himself, and immediately spoke up to ask, "Ancestor Witch Dijiang, could it be that Ancestor Witch Hao has modified the Twelve All Heavens God-Fiend Array? After all, there are now thirteen Ancestor Witches, aren't there?"

Dijiang was stunned upon hearing this!

How had he failed to think of this matter? The Twelve All Heavens God-Fiend Array was an peerless killing formation that united the strength of the twelve Ancestor Witches to summon the phantom of Father God Pangu's True Body, but now there were thirteen Ancestor Witches!

What should be done about this array? Yet the inheritance did not mention any of this.

Dijiang looked at Kuafu, his eyes filled with bubbling approval.

Kuafu clearly misinterpreted the gesture, thinking that he had guessed correctly.

He was so happy he almost jumped up.

Before he could revel in his joy for long, however, he saw Dijiang slowly shake his head.

"No, what Ancestor Witch Hao has brought is a peerless technique for strengthening the physical body—the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique cultivated by Father God!"

"No matter how powerful an array is, ultimately it is inconvenient to move around and unable to shelter the entire Witch Tribe. Only by having a powerful physical body can one advance to attack and retreat to defend."

When the great witches heard this, they were instantly somewhat dumbfounded!

The logic was indeed sound!

Yet they somehow felt something was amiss!

And it undeniably left a sense of disappointment lingering in their hearts.

They had anticipated some earth-shattering grand array that the entire Witch Tribe could utilize together.

Or perhaps some immortal herbs or magic treasures capable of defying the heavens and changing destiny.

In the end, it was just this?

Complex emotions rippled through the hearts of the great witches one after another.

At that moment, it was still the straight-talking Kuafu who brought up the core issue.

"The technique cultivated by Father God is undoubtedly invincible in the world, but strong as Father God was, he still perished from exhaustion back then. How could lesser juniors like us compare to Father God? Even if we cultivate this technique, I fear it will still be of no avail!"

The great witches were startled instantly!

That's right! This was the very source of the wrongness in their hearts.

Even someone as mighty as Father God had perished from exhaustion.

If he and the others embarked on this same old path, they would probably not even reach a ten-thousandth of Father God's might—how could they dare speak of escaping the tribulation?

Dijiang likewise realized this point, and it truly counted as a massive problem.

Just as he was racking his brains, trying to figure out how to explain,

Li Hao stepped forward and said with a smile, "Indeed! Just as Great Witch Kuafu said, even Father God perished from exhaustion, so how can we, his later generations, ever surpass Father God?"