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

Yes! Your physical strength has increased by who knows how many times.

But isn't it a bit excessive to just clash with your bare bodies like that?

Good heavens!

As soon as the fight started, without a word, they charged in like furious wild boars.

They slammed straight into others, knocking them dizzy and disoriented.

This was only because they were all of the Witch Tribe; if it were another race, they'd probably be sent flying far away with one hit.

Worse yet, one collision might just wipe them out entirely.

Some even showed no fear, letting their opponents' weapons strike them.

Sparks flew everywhere, yet they emerged completely unscathed.

Do you have to be like this? Fine, we admit your bodies are tough, okay?

Can you stop showing off?

With that lesson learned, the Great Witches naturally chose to dodge and avoid direct confrontation, right?

We'll attack from range, kite you, and wear you down until you fall, right?

But reality told them—no, that wouldn't work.

These people weren't just incredibly tough; their speed, reflexes, and everything else were also extremely formidable.

Thinking about it, it made sense—these were all part of their physical capabilities.

It's just that the Great Witches hadn't considered this possibility.

After all, based on past experience, every member of the Witch Tribe chose a cultivation path focused on either strength, coordination, or something similar.

Or rather, it wasn't that they chose—they had to, because physical strength had its limits and couldn't cover everything.

Yet the scene before them completely overturned their understanding.

They had strength when strength was needed, speed when speed was needed, durability when durability was needed...

Well... that sounded a bit odd; anyone thinking too much should go face the wall.

In short, their physical power had been enhanced across the board.

No weaknesses, and no case of being a jack of all trades but master of none.

At this point, the Great Witches suddenly realized—that technique with the terribly awkward movements actually had such a huge effect?

Wasn't it simply amazing?

So incredible!

No wonder Ancestor Witch Dijiang dared to say the Witch Tribe's future was bright.

So it really was this invincible!

But it was already too late.

Watching some Great Witches who had once been on the same rank as them, in the middle tier, climb to higher positions, and some low-tier Great Witches who had been far beneath them surpass them, those Great Witches who had initially refused and resisted cultivation were filled with regret. Why hadn't they listened?

If they had obeyed early, wouldn't they also have had a chance to rise to the top?

Now it was too late to say anything. Even if they trained hard now, they could indeed improve, but those Great Witches who had started practicing earlier wouldn't stand still either.

One step ahead, every step ahead—perhaps they would never catch up to those people's pace.

The Great Witches were miserable! They wanted to cry!

After much painful reflection, they resolutely went to Ancestor Witch Dijiang and demanded to learn the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique.

They wanted to progress, to learn. Anyone who stopped them would be a bad element disrupting the stability and unity of the Witch Tribe.

Seeing this, Dijiang was overjoyed inside but didn't show it.

He put on a full display of authority, pretending to ponder for a moment before speaking.

"Resources are limited, and there are far too many who wish to learn. It may... perhaps... probably take a long time."

"I wonder if you Great Witches are willing to wait?"

The Great Witches dared not utter a single word of refusal, terrified of angering Ancestor Witch Dijiang and losing their chance to learn.

One after another, they nodded and bowed, saying they were willing to wait, but hoping it could be sooner.

They were all good young witches eager to improve, definitely not worried about being demoted to study alongside ordinary witches and losing face.

Dijiang impatiently said he understood, waved his hand to dismiss the Great Witches, and cheerfully planned to go share the good news with his Thirteenth Brother.

But the moment he reached Thirteenth Brother's door, he heard hushed whispers inside.

Dijiang had only done what any normal person would.

He was concerned about Thirteenth Brother's mental state.

Worried that Thirteenth Brother might be harboring some difficulty.

He absolutely was not eavesdropping on purpose!

He! Dijiang! A noble Witch! A pure Witch! A Witch who had risen above base interests!

He would never engage in such shady dealings.

Having finished his mental self-justification, Dijiang's expression turned odd, and he sneaked over... to press his ear against the wall...

Of course, when facing Thirteenth Brother, he naturally omitted the part about eavesdropping.

He only recounted the Great Witches' behavior.

After hearing the account, Li Hao nodded with satisfaction—everything was just as he had anticipated.

He had to admit, this Witch Tribe was quite ambitious, wasn't it?

It really saved him a lot of trouble.

Originally, he had planned to set up a negative example to spur the Great Witches on.

But now it seemed unnecessary.

Come on!

As a modern person who had undergone nine years of compulsory education.

Stirring up these ancient people of the Primordial Era was a piece of cake, wasn't it?

He had plenty of ways to handle them!

All those years of being lectured—were they for nothing?

Chapter 12: This Won't Do—We Need to Get Some Magic Treasures

Dijiang looked over the farming tools and seeds, thumping his chest with a resounding bang.

He declared this was nothing—anything left by Father God was bound to be like the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique.

If not peerless, then at least top-tier.

His words made Li Hao's heart skip with guilt, since he knew best where these things actually came from.

His heart was uneasy, but he dared not let any change show on his face.

It was a kind of avoidance, wasn't it?

Though the anomaly might be discovered in the future, for now it wouldn't be.

Anyway, the seeds had already been brought out, and Dijiang was thoroughly convinced they were Pangu's legacy.

There was definitely no taking them back, so he could only let things slide and muddle through day by day.

All the Great Witches had begun cultivating the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique, and even the ordinary Witch clansmen had started learning it.

The Witch Tribe had already seen significant improvement compared to before.

This was evident even in the simplest hunting.

Previously, they needed a squad—seven to ten people—to guard against unforeseen trouble.

Now, that was completely unnecessary; two people acting together sufficed.

Even if they encountered a Beast Horde, the Witch clansmen were unafraid.

Our Witch Tribe's physical bodies are immensely powerful—just stand there and let you hit us; you'd exhaust yourselves to death and still not harm us, got it?

As for why two were needed?

Nonsense!

If they ran into a beast herd and killed too many, didn't they need help carrying the haul?

With good luck, even two might not be enough!

Of course, this was just a trivial matter.

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique brought many more changes to the Witch Tribe—in every aspect, too numerous to list.

Thus, more Witch clansmen joined the ranks of those cultivating the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique.

And those who had already learned it trained even more diligently.

After all, newcomers kept joining—if they let the latecomers surpass them.

Being overtaken—wouldn't that be a loss of face?

For the Witch Tribe, who regarded honor as life itself, losing face for other reasons might be bearable.

But if it was due to strength? Being surpassed by those who were once far inferior? That was absolutely intolerable.