Primordial Era: Before the Dao was fully preached, the Ancestor Witches had already become Saints

If that's the case, this First Brother definitely won't leave any openings.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent Qiang Liang and Xi Zi—those easier-to-fool brothers.

Eight times out of ten, he'd choose from among Ru Shou, Gou Mang, and Gong Gong.

But these three are exactly the ones Li Hao absolutely doesn't want to face.

The reason... well, these three are all the type who say little and hit hard.

In short, if any of them tag along, this trip probably won't be comfortable.

After watching the Witch Tribe members drill for a while longer, the Ancestor Witches dispersed on the spot.

Each went off to handle their own affairs.

Li Hao, together with Houtu and Zhu Rong, officially set out.

Chapter 14: My Brothers and I—Born Witch Land, Dead Witch Grave

Leaving the Witch Tribe ancestral land, Li Hao gazed at the vast open space ahead.

For a moment, he was actually at a loss.

The key point was—how would a modern person know the roads of the Primordial Era?

Sure, he'd crossed over over a million years ago, which wasn't exactly a short time.

But the first two hundred thousand years he'd spent sleeping, and the last million-plus years he'd been cultivating in the Witch Tribe hall.

He did come out eventually, but he never went anywhere to travel or explore.

Not to mention traveling—he hadn't even participated in a hunt.

Now that he'd suddenly stepped out, it was like being completely in the dark.

To put it bluntly, if someone took him far enough, he probably couldn't even find his way home.

Houtu noticed her brother's odd behavior but didn't call it out. Instead, she leaned her stunning face close to his ear and asked, "Brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Nothing, just received some omens." A burst of fragrance hit his nose, and Li Hao snapped out of his daze.

He couldn't exactly say he didn't know where to go—how embarrassing would that be?

He'd been the one to volunteer to come out.

And now he didn't even know where to head?

He had to fake it till he made it.

With that, Li Hao picked a direction and started walking.

Houtu never opposed her brother's words. Seeing him already on the move, she followed along.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! That's the wrong way!" Zhu Rong, who'd been slouching on the sidelines, saw the direction and immediately called out to stop him.

He was deeply puzzled—wasn't this supposed to be an outing? Why were they heading toward the mountain instead?

Zhu Rong had a booming voice, and Li Hao heard every word.

But hearing it and actually stopping were two different things.

No way! He'd just made a decision—backtracking now would be as good as telling everyone he didn't know the road.

This was like riding a tiger—hard to get off. Since he'd chosen, he had to see it through.

Just as he was racking his brain for a way to explain himself...

He saw a surge of Purple Qi rising in the distance, with faint Celestial Music echoing.

Li Hao kept his expression calm, but inwardly he was shocked!

Heavens... no, wait! Father God had been kind to him.

Just when he was worrying about what to do, an omen appeared.

Judging by the spectacle, this thing must be of excellent quality.

Since it was practically delivered to his doorstep, how could he refuse?

With that thought, without a moment's hesitation, he sprinted toward where the Purple Qi had risen.

Houtu saw her brother bolt and followed close behind.

She'd heard the Purple Light and Celestial Music too, but she didn't care.

To her, her brother was the most important—everything else was secondary, completely irrelevant.

By the time both of them had run far off, Zhu Rong finally snapped out of his shock. Not daring to delay a second, he took off after them.

At the same time, he was still stunned—so what his brother had said about receiving omens was real.

He'd have to report this to First Brother later.

Thirteenth Brother was so favored by Father God.

With Thirteenth Brother around, how could the Witch Tribe not flourish?

As the saying goes, "A mountain in sight wears out the horse." Running all the way, Li Hao couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Ancient... the future people didn't deceive me—this saying is absolutely true."

The direction of that purple light was indeed not far, but Buzhou Mountain was formed from Pangu's spine.

Its scope was undeniably vast, so this "not far" distance, when converted, was at least ten thousand miles or even several tens of thousands.

Li Hao had been sprinting at full strength, yet he had only covered about five thousand miles so far.

"Thirteenth Brother! What's the rush? That treasure isn't going to disappear!"

Zhu Rong hurriedly caught up, running alongside as he shouted loudly.

Li Hao shot him a glare and curled his lip.

How could he not be anxious? His treasure was this massive in scale.

If he didn't get there early, what if someone else stole it?

Seeing Zhu Rong's lackadaisical, unserious demeanor, he had a sudden inspiration and pointed toward the direction of the Purple Qi.

"Father God gave me a sign—that thing is a treasure he left for our Witch Tribe."

"Third Brother, do you think I can afford not to be anxious?"

Hearing this, Zhu Rong immediately dropped his slouching attitude, his face turning serious. "A treasure left by Father God for our tribe? Is that true?"

Li Hao put on a solemn expression, trying to look as formal as possible, and nodded gravely.

Zhu Rong's expression shifted entirely, his eyes now filled with determination and earnestness.

Without another word, his aura exploded outward, and he charged straight toward the direction of the rising Purple Qi.

This time, it was Li Hao's turn to desperately chase after him.

It had to be said, an old powerhouse was truly an old powerhouse.

Strength alone wasn't everything—bigger wasn't always better.

In the early stages, it might not matter much, but once you reached a certain level, well... unless you were facing someone so fragile they couldn't even take a single hit.

Otherwise, the further you went, when strength was roughly equal, technique became the deciding factor in victory.

Li Hao was facing exactly this situation.

Though his true strength might even be a hair above Zhu Rong's, he didn't know how to use it.

Zhu Rong had been born many years earlier and had already achieved mastery over his body's application.

Li Hao, on the other hand, was still just a child with raw power.

So all he could do was chase desperately from behind.

And in the midst of that chase, he forgot to keep track of the distance.

Tens of thousands of miles passed in an instant.

The three of them had arrived at a place brimming with Purple Qi and filled with the sound of celestial music.

This could be considered a valley.

But since it was a high pass in a mountain range of Buzhou Mountain, calling it a mountain hollow might be more fitting.

The scenery here was beautiful, the environment pleasant.

Around them, dense mist drifted in layers.

It was truly a scene of a fairyland.

Deep within the mountain hollow, waves of Rosy Light rose and fell, and strains of celestial music played.

Yet, despite their haste, it seemed they had still arrived a step too late.

An old, a middle-aged, and a young Daoist were already standing outside the mountain hollow.

They appeared to be about to enter and investigate.

Li Hao shot Zhu Rong a look.

Zhu Rong understood and immediately bellowed, "Hey! Who are you people? How dare you come here? Are you plotting to steal my tribe's treasure?"

It was well known that Zhu Rong had a fiery temper and a naturally loud voice, and this shout was deliberately raised in pitch.

Li Hao and Houtu immediately felt their ears ringing.

The three Daoists were so startled by the thunderous roar that they all flinched.

The oldest Daoist, who had been lightly stroking his white beard, was so frightened by the sound that he yanked out half a handful of hair.

The three steadied themselves and turned in unison to look at Li Hao and his companions.

Their expressions were indescribably strange.

Heavenly treasures and earthly treasures belong to those capable of wielding them—there was nothing wrong with that in principle.