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

This time, Li Hao had completely lost hope in the system.

So much so that during that period, his face was perpetually ashen.

Houtu grew worried along with him, believing that her brothers had bullied her precious little brother.

As a result, during that time, she showed no good face to any Ancestor Witch except Xuanming.

Occasionally, she would even throw punches and kicks at her brothers, all while watching Li Hao's expression, trying to figure out which brother had bullied him.

Clearly, after a round of probing, Houtu found no answer, and the Ancestor Witches had to suffer this undeserved calamity.

In the days that followed, Houtu often noticed her brother's emotions swinging between joy and disappointment. She could only fret helplessly, unable to do anything.

She didn't know that none of this had anything to do with the Ancestor Witches.

After giving up all hope in the system, Li Hao adjusted for a while and returned to normal.

But then, one day, the system prompt suddenly rang out, reminding him that the five-thousand-year consecutive sign-in gift pack had arrived.

This time, Li Hao was thrilled—he had forgotten about it before.

Wasn't this an unexpected surprise?

His heart burned with excitement again, and he immediately sank into his Sea of Consciousness to open the gift pack.

As for the contents of the gift pack, well...

A sack of grain seeds, plus one hundred thousand each of farming tools like hoes and shovels.

Li Hao's expression instantly turned bizarre!

Seriously... he had transmigrated to the Primordial Era, right?

But what was the deal with these seeds and farming tools?

Was he supposed to sow crops across the Primordial Era?

The problem was... if he did this ahead of time, what would Shen Nong do?

Shen Nong, the Earth Emperor, discovered crops, tasted a hundred herbs, and accumulated great merit.

Without this planting... how would Shen Nong become a saint?

So, Li Hao decided to seal these things away for now. After another period of disappointment, he stopped caring about the system entirely. Aside from keeping up his daily sign-ins, he just practiced the Ninth Set of Divine Demon Broadcast Gymnastics with the Ancestor Witches.

Then came the ten-thousand-year, fifty-thousand-year, and hundred-thousand-year gift packs. As expected, they yielded land improvement cards, various farming tools, and quite a few optimized seeds.

That was roughly how it went.

Li Hao pressed his forehead, his head aching.

How was he supposed to deal with all this stuff?

The system did have a space, but it could only store system reward items.

And now, that space was completely filled with rewards from the past hundred thousand years.

That meant there was nowhere to put the next reward.

What's more, this damn system wouldn't temporarily store anything for him. Once it overflowed, that portion would vanish entirely.

Some of the seeds rewarded at the hundred-thousand-year mark had already been swallowed up.

Houtu walked lightly, her lotus steps bringing her slowly from behind Li Hao.

Seeing her precious little brother looking so troubled, she gently raised her soft hand, placed it on his temple, and began to massage him tenderly.

Li Hao wasn't startled—or rather, he was used to it. The only women who had such close contact with him were his two sisters, Houtu and Xuanming.

Compared to the boisterous Xuanming, this kind of gentle treatment could only come from Houtu.

"Sister! You're here!" Li Hao didn't turn around. He closed his eyes, enjoying his sister's affection.

"Mm! Is little brother troubled by something?" Houtu replied softly, then said, "Tell your sister about it. Let's see if I can help!"

Li Hao thought for a moment before speaking: "It's nothing major. It's just that when I came out of Father God's heart, I sensed that Father God left me a treasure containing countless tools and seeds. But our Witch Tribe has always lived by hunting—how could we possibly grow crops?"

Houtu was taken aback, then smiled and said, "What's so hard about that? Since it's something Father God gave you, there must be a reason you need to do it."

"Exactly!"

Just as the siblings were talking, a voice rang out from outside the room, and Dijiang pushed the door open.

He strode over in a few steps, grabbed Li Hao's hand, and said excitedly, "Thirteenth Brother, if you have something left by Father God, why didn't you say so earlier? Hurry up and take it out—let your elder brother see!"

Dijiang was a bit reckless, but Li Hao and Houtu couldn't be the same.

Both of them looked at Dijiang with strange expressions.

Dijiang realized his mistake, froze for a moment, then waved his hands repeatedly: "No! No! It's not what you think!"

Hearing this, Li Hao and Houtu's expressions grew even stranger!

Their big brother's behavior rather smacked of covering his ears while stealing a bell!

"I came to talk about the Great Witches practicing the Nine Revolutions Profound Heaven Skill!" Dijiang said, looking helpless but speaking with righteous seriousness. "I really wasn't eavesdropping on you two siblings talking!"

He put on an extremely righteous expression, as if to say: Impossible!

Eavesdropping or anything like that? Absolutely impossible!

I! Dijiang! Am not that kind of person!

Li Hao helplessly nodded. Since it had come to this, what else could he do?

So he asked, "So? How are the Great Witches doing?"

"Those things don't matter!" Dijiang waved a hand, staring intently at Li Hao, and said urgently, "Quickly take out what Father God left behind and let your Elder Brother see!"

Li Hao was speechless. He casually pulled out some farming tools and seeds stored in his space, handed them to Dijiang, and said, "This is just a part. You're only taking a look, no need to bring everything out, right?"

Chapter 11: The Scoldings We Endured Together Back Then Weren't for Nothing

Dijiang didn't react; instead, he stared straight at the farming tools and seeds.

Li Hao had nothing to say. He also knew that no matter what he said now, Dijiang wouldn't hear it—or rather, he'd hear it but wouldn't register it.

He could only make a gesture of invitation, signaling Dijiang to go ahead.

As soon as the gesture was made, Dijiang was like a fierce dog pouncing on food... a wild horse breaking its reins.

With a whoosh, he dashed over, opened the seed bags, and grabbed a handful of seeds.

He was so excited he nearly burst into tears.

Li Hao looked at Houtu with a strange expression and shot her a glance.

The meaning was simple.

Big Sis, what's going on here? How many years has it been since he last saw food or something?

Houtu didn't reply, just covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

She understood that her First Brother was usually very proper.

Not that Dijiang was being improper now, but how to put it?

He was just a bit excited.

What Dijiang cared about were two things: Father God Pangu and the future of the Witch Tribe.

Now that Father God's legacy was right before his eyes, how could Dijiang not lose his composure?

Seeing how worked up he was, Li Hao sidled up, poked Dijiang, and asked, "Elder Brother, how are things with the Great Witches?"

Dijiang paused, instantly reining in his emotions, and then said, "The Great Witches have all joined in the learning. They won't stop even if I tell them not to!"

Li Hao chuckled lightly, looking as if he had everything under control, with a confident air.

Dijiang didn't notice this; all his attention was fixed on the farming tools and seeds.

As he fiddled with the seeds, he recounted the situation with the Great Witches.

Earlier, those Great Witches had been extremely resistant—the movements were too awkward, and they were afraid of losing face.

But who could escape the law of truth?

The Great Witches were no exception.

At first, weren't they unwilling?

But as more and more Great Witches returned from learning, the ones who had refused were shocked to find that those who participated had grown stronger.

And not just a little bit stronger!

It was a tens of times, nearly a hundred times increase. Even the weakest among the improvers had grown over tenfold.

By then, their hearts were already wavering.

The boost in strength was plain to see—they weren't blind.

They hesitated, but still couldn't bring themselves to join in.

However, what happened next left them no room to hesitate.

You see, the Witch Tribe was very united internally, but any group has to have an order of precedence, big and small.

Some tribes distinguished by age, but the Witch Tribe, as a race that fought heaven and earth, naturally used combat to decide the hierarchy.

Whoever was stronger ranked higher.

Just like back when Chiyou challenged Li Hao.

The Great Witches who had returned from learning kicked off a new round of ranking challenges.

After this, the Great Witches who had refused to learn were utterly stunned!

Had these guys all eaten Golden Fertilizer or been pumped full of chicken blood?

How could they be this fierce?