Primordial Era: The Dao Wasn't Finished Yet, and the Ancestor Witches Had Already Become Saints

The moment these words were spoken, the Great Witches erupted in an uproar, and even Dijiang's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Yet he did not step in to stop it, mainly because he didn't believe his Thirteenth Brother would say such things without reason.

Sure enough, Li Hao suddenly shifted his tone, "Then the question arises—will we fight a desperate battle against the many Gods and Devils?"

Dijiang's eyes lit up; Thirteenth Brother truly had a plan, so this was a case of first suppressing, then elevating.

Hearing this, the Great Witches exchanged glances and all shook their heads, indicating they would not.

"Then, will we split heaven and part earth?" Li Hao pressed on, continuing his pursuit.

This time, the Great Witches were even more resolute; the moment the question appeared, they shook their heads firmly without hesitation!

Are you joking?

Split what heaven? Part what earth?

Even if they had the power, where would they split, where would they part?

Split the Primordial Era? Destroy the world?

Then forget about calamities! Every living being in the Primordial Era would be! Done! For!

Seeing the Great Witches' reactions, Li Hao spread his hands and shrugged: "Since we neither fight the many Gods and Devils in a desperate battle, nor split heaven and part earth, and are merely dealing with a calamity, how could there be no way out?"

The Great Witches suddenly saw the light!

It seemed... it actually made a damn lot of sense!

What they faced were neither Innate Gods and Devils, nor did they need to do something as impossibly difficult as splitting heaven and parting earth.

They were only dealing with a portion of Innate beings whose origins were roughly equal to their own, along with some Postnatal beings.

So cultivating Father God's technique, reaching even one ten-thousandth of his ability, would be more than enough!

Having grasped the key point, the Great Witches all declared that they would learn! All learn! They must learn!

Whoever wouldn't let them learn, they'd get angry with them!

Chapter 10: Not Learning, Huh? Fine! One Day You'll Come Around

That said, actually learning it was not so simple, as problems kept cropping up one after another.

The first and foremost was the issue Zhu Rong had faced back then.

The technique's postures were far too ugly, directly driving away two-thirds of the Great Witches.

Dijiang watched these Great Witches who decisively chose to withdraw, grinding his teeth in frustration.

All day long, his nose wasn't a nose, and his eyes weren't eyes.

Of course, with those who withdrew, there were also those who complied.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Chiyou was among those who complied.

This fellow even directly abandoned his previous Dao Body and chose a human-shaped Dao Body identical to that of the Ancestor Witches.

Only his dharma form still retained a semblance of his original Dao Body's appearance.

This left the withdrawing Great Witches utterly baffled!

It was actually understandable; from the moment Chiyou acknowledged Li Hao, he had decided that whatever Ancestor Witch Hao decided, right or wrong, he, Chiyou, would follow.

Thus, among the first batch of Great Witches to cultivate the technique, Chiyou's figure was present.

To be honest, when he first saw these strange movements, Chiyou's scalp also tingled.

No help for it! The ugliness of these movements had already exceeded the bottom line of a witch!

There was simply no ugliest, only uglier!

But Chiyou was a stubborn man; once he made a decision, he would never go back on it.

So he could only swallow his teeth down his throat—the path he chose, he had to walk to the end even on his knees.

Just as he thought he would leave a trail of blood, Chiyou had only just begun to imitate the movements.

He immediately discovered that his physical body began to strengthen at a rapid pace, a speed beyond imagination.

Without exaggeration, a quarter-hour's time was worth a hundred years of his past bitter cultivation.

Yet there was none of the physical pain that came with bitter cultivation.

So what else was there to say? Train!

As long as training didn't kill him, train to death!

Are you joking?

This technique had no flaws except for being a bit ugly.

Compared to the bitter cultivation that required climbing mountains of blades and seas of fire, it was simply too blissful, okay?

Dijiang watched the physical strength of the Great Witches who hadn't withdrawn increase day by day.

It was truly something he saw with his eyes but worried about in his heart.

When facing those retreating Great Witches who were like mud that couldn't be plastered on the wall, he had no good face to show.

Whenever they got the chance, it was either a harsh scolding or a full-on beating.

Euphemistically, they called it: "I'm doing this for your own good, teaching you a lesson in cultivation!"

In short, the Great Witches were utterly miserable!

Yet even so, it never changed their original resolve.

That technique—they absolutely would not cultivate it!

Even if it meant death! Dying out there! They would never cultivate it!

It was just too damn ugly!

If they cultivated it, how would the rest of the Witch Tribe look at them?

Hadn't they seen how those young people who once admired Chiyou now spoke of him with nothing but sneers?

Eh?!

Actually... it seemed that when women talked about Chiyou, they did so with blushing cheeks and shy, demure expressions.

But so what if it made him popular with women?

A man of the Witch Tribe only needed the camaraderie of his brothers.

That was what it meant to be a man!

The behavior of these Great Witches left Dijiang feeling deeply frustrated, like iron that wouldn't turn to steel.

He wanted to persuade them, but didn't know how to begin.

The Witch Tribe's territory was only so big, and Li Hao naturally saw all this happening.

But he wasn't anxious, nor did he plan to intervene.

He was certain that these people would eventually end up just like Zhu Rong back then.

And that day wasn't far off.

So he wasn't worried or concerned about any of this.

Right now, he was troubled by something else.

The cause... well, it was still that damned system.

At first, he had been genuinely happy. A Check-in System—surely he'd get something out of it. Even if there were no heavenly treasures or earthly rarities, at least there'd be some divine abilities or techniques, right?

Failing that, at least some elixirs to boost his cultivation?

But no... there was nothing!

No heavenly treasures, no divine abilities, no techniques, not even elixirs!

Nothing at all!

All there was were Points... one Point per day!

Whether you checked in for one day or a hundred thousand days, it was always one Point, no more, no less!

Over a hundred thousand years ago, when Li Hao learned this result, he nearly twisted his nose off in anger.

A Check-in System? This was how it checked in?

Were you kidding me?

What kind of garbage system was this?

He vented internally for a long time before finally calming down.

Points were fine too. With Points, there was at least hope—he could exchange them for something, right?

One Point a day was a bit meager, but since he was in the Primordial Era, time was the one thing he had in abundance.

After all, in the Primordial Era, years weren't even counted!

What was that saying? Not enough Points? Make up for it with time!

But then... what he discovered next made Li Hao, who had barely regained his composure, fly into a rage again.

Damn it!

Flip the table!

Could someone tell me? Where the hell is the Exchange Shop?

Good grief! Li Hao couldn't help but exclaim!

Fine, one Point a day, I'll let that slide.

But if there's no shop, what the hell am I supposed to do with these Points?

Just to look pretty?

This was definitely a three-nothing system. No wonder that Smart Component had run off so damn fast back then.

So this was the problem? It was afraid he'd find out the truth?