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

The Law of Earth empowering the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique was just that domineering—far beyond a simple one-plus-one-equals-two.

In short, Zhu Rong was sent flying directly by Houtu.

Of course, in that moment of collision, Zhu Rong had the presence of mind to let go.

He was worried about dragging his Thirteenth Brother into trouble.

Mm... Zhu Rong, who mastered the Law of Fire, was indeed a big softie at heart, though it usually didn't show.

In truth, Zhu Rong was completely overthinking it. With Li Hao's physical resilience, let alone a single tug, even taking a direct hit from an ordinary Innate Supreme Treasure would pose no pressure at all.

As for an Innate Spiritual Treasure? Wasn't that just like a tickle?

Houtu circled Li Hao several times, carefully inspecting whether her precious little brother had been injured.

Li Hao was utterly speechless.

Houtu, as an elder sister, was perfect in every way—gentle, kind, and occasionally quite adorable.

But she was a bit too overprotective!

Third Brother had grabbed you by the scruff of the neck—why are you checking my back?

Unlike this side, where someone fussed over him, Zhu Rong, who had been sent flying far away, looked rather pitiful and helpless.

No one paid him any mind. He could only slowly get up, dust himself off, and trudge back on his own.

Zhu Rong's heart was full of sorrow!

Little Sister! My kind and gentle Houtu, little sister!

Don't just care about your little brother—care about your Third Brother too!

Me! Zhu Rong! So miserable! No one dotes on me, no one loves me!

Seeing Zhu Rong return, Dijiang turned to Li Hao and said, "Although the conflict between the Innate Three Races and the Demon Path has ended, there are still many scattered remnants who haven't dispersed. If you have no one to accompany you, it's best not to go out!"

Hearing this, Li Hao's eyes lit up.

All along, he only knew that this era was after the Dragon-Han Tribulation, but he wasn't clear on the exact point in time.

Now it seemed the Demon Path conflict had only recently concluded.

Hongjun had not yet attained sainthood, let alone begun preaching.

How long until Hongjun became a saint, Li Hao didn't know.

However, the Demon Race would at least be established after the second preaching, and the war between the Witch Tribe and Demon Race would only fully erupt after the third.

From this perspective, there was at least forty thousand years to spare.

As for not going out?

That was impossible! Absolutely impossible!

This current period was the best time in the Primordial Era.

During this era, after the Dragon-Han and Demon Path tribulations, countless beings in the Primordial Era had perished.

Countless later great powers were just starting out.

This meant that all sorts of treasures and spiritual roots in the Primordial Era were ownerless.

If not now, when would one go treasure hunting?

Did they have to wait until treasures had owners before snatching them?

How unpleasant would that be? We're all civilized people!

It's better to pick things up first; when you can't pick them up anymore, then snatch...

Pfft! What snatch?

How could taking treasures be called snatching?

It's retrieving our own precious items that were placed in someone else's care for safekeeping.

Ah! That's right!

We of the Witch Tribe are civilized witches; we never engage in violent plunder!

"Elder Brother, if I have someone to accompany me, that's fine, right? Then Houtu, Eldest Sister, can follow me!" Having made up his mind, Li Hao looked at Dijiang with a pleading expression, trying to curry favor.

Then, he turned to Houtu, "Eldest Sister, if I go out, you'd surely miss me, wouldn't you? Just as I'd miss you!"

Houtu, hearing this, how could she say a single word of refusal? Her beautiful eyes turned into a pool of autumn water, and she nodded repeatedly, "Right, right! Exactly! I'll follow my little brother, I can't bear to be apart from him either!"

Li Hao was overjoyed inside. As expected, Houtu, Eldest Sister, was the easiest to handle. This trip would surely yield great gains.

Dijiang shook his head with a smile, "No! Little Sister won't do! Pick someone else!"

He knew well the dynamic between these siblings. Letting Houtu accompany him would be equivalent to letting Li Hao go out alone.

Then he'd be utterly lawless!

Li Hao's face immediately fell.

Elder Brother was indeed Elder Brother! Not easy to fool!

Houtu had no idea what Dijiang was thinking; she naively assumed he simply didn't want her to go out with their younger brother.

So she stepped forward, grabbed Dijiang's arm, and started shaking it vigorously, endlessly acting spoiled.

To be honest, Houtu acting spoiled was an extreme rarity—since the birth of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, it had only happened twice before. This was the third time.

Dijiang found it immensely pleasing, yet he still clenched his teeth and refused to relent.

How could Houtu give up so easily? She shook even harder, adding a nasal whine as she sweetly called him "elder brother."

Dijiang's whole body went numb, his mind dizzy, and he looked at Houtu, saying, "If Little Sister insists on going, then she must bring one more person. How about Zhu Rong?"

Dijiang's decision was perfectly reasonable; he didn't know Li Hao's true strength.

And Houtu excelled at defense, as the earlier clash had proven.

So naturally, they needed an attacker. Zhu Rong possessed the Law of Fire, and his offensive power was ferocious.

The only ones who could match him were Sixth Brother Qiang Liang, who held the Law of Thunder, and Ninth Brother Xi Zi, who held the Law of Electricity.

But both of them were rather shy in temperament, and Dijiang worried that if he sent them out, they might easily be led around by the nose by Li Hao.

That wasn't an exaggeration; this situation could genuinely happen. Their Thirteenth Brother was usually sharp as a tack.

Aside from himself and Seventh Brother Zhu Jiuyin, Xuanming might count as half.

The brains of the other Ancestor Witches combined probably couldn't match Thirteenth Brother's alone.

"Fine! Third Brother it is!" Li Hao thought it over and decisively agreed.

There was naturally a reason for his quick consent.

If it were just going out alone with Zhu Rong, Li Hao definitely wouldn't have agreed.

Zhu Rong had a hot temper and acted impulsively—these weren't huge flaws; sometimes, when effort was needed, they were even advantages.

The key was timing, and this trip was for treasure hunting.

Those were precious items—bumped, scraped, branches broken, roots snapped—what would they do if they became unusable?

But with Houtu along, that changed everything.

Since the Ancestor Witches were all blood-related, the measure of status wasn't just about strength.

These layers of relationships were like a food chain, each one countering the other.

In short, Dijiang was the greatest, the strongest, and could overpower everyone.

Zhu Jiuyin mastered the Law of Time, ranking second in strength, but his introverted nature made him negligible.

Next came Zhu Rong and Gong Gong; their attributes countered each other, making it hard to say who was stronger—they traded wins.

The rest were basically ranked by age, with no major deviations.

Now came the key point: as the only two females, Eldest Sister Xuanming could occasionally overpower the ten elder brothers above her.

And Little Sister Houtu could overpower all the other Ancestor Witches, especially Zhu Rong, who was very susceptible to this.

Of course, this "overpowering" was emotional, not about strength.

And Li Hao had Houtu wrapped around his finger.

So the question arose: this food chain was clear—Li Hao countered Houtu, Houtu countered Zhu Rong and the other Ancestor Witches.

Think about it—if they traveled together, what was there to worry about?

"Fine! Then it's settled!" Dijiang nodded in satisfaction.

At that moment, his brain, numbed by Houtu, finally cleared, and he too realized this issue.

Third Brother completely listened to Little Sister; if Little Sister said east, Third Brother would never say west.

And Little Sister doted on Thirteenth Brother immensely; whatever Thirteenth Brother thought, said, or wanted, Little Sister would never refuse.

Damn! He'd miscalculated!

No matter how much he calculated, he'd still missed this one.

Now that the words were out, he couldn't easily change them.

He shot a helpless glare at Li Hao, who was so overjoyed he was practically hopping and skipping.

Dijiang sighed and reluctantly accepted it.

Feeling the gaze, Li Hao immediately restrained his emotions, looked off into the distance, and plastered a look of reluctance on his face.

As if trying to show that leaving home filled him with sorrow.

He had to admit, the act was pretty convincing.

Li Hao didn't think Dijiang was truly stupid; he'd just taken advantage while Dijiang hadn't caught on.

He would realize it sooner or later—maybe he already had at this very moment.

If he showed unrestrained joy and delight, provoking this elder brother of his, He might just go back on his word and renege.

Of course, he could still go out—just with a different companion.