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

Or rather, you could search the entire Primordial Era, and no one could stop Zhu Rong in his fury.

In such a state, only two outcomes were possible: victory or death.

There was only one person who could do it, and that was Houtu.

Speaking of it, Houtu and Li Hao truly shared a sibling bond.

Under normal circumstances, just for Yuanshi's words alone, he deserved to die.

With Zhu Rong enraged, she naturally wouldn't stop him.

But her precious little brother seemed to be weighing something.

So, Houtu decisively grabbed Zhu Rong's hand, absolutely refusing to let Third Brother ruin her brother's plan.

Zhu Rong felt a pair of slightly cool, soft little hands clasp his own large one, and in an instant, he calmed down completely.

He looked at Houtu, then turned to glance at the Three Pure Ones, gave a light snort, and didn't continue his rampage.

Zhu Rong backed down, and Li Hao breathed a sigh of relief inside. He looked at the Three Pure Ones and gave a disdainful smile.

In his heart, he sighed deeply!

Ah! What else could be said but that ignorance is truly terrifying?

He had thought the Three Pure Ones would be different from ordinary beings.

Having met them today, he was deeply disappointed.

So the Three Pure Ones were nothing more than parrots, spreading hearsay, and believing in rumors.

The Primordial Era also circulated that the Three Pure Ones were incarnations of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, but the three of them must have known the truth in their hearts.

Even their origins were false, so how could they believe that the Witch Tribe had no Primordial Spirit?

Indeed, ordinary Witch Tribe members had incomplete Primordial Spirits.

However, the Ancestor Witches' Primordial Spirits were quite complete.

It was just that the Ancestor Witches, out of respect for Father God Pangu, specialized in cultivating their physical bodies and not their Primordial Spirits.

Using one's brain a little would make it clear how unreasonable this was!

Look, Pangu split heaven and earth, exhausted himself to death, and as he fell, he exhaled three clear breaths and twelve turbid breaths.

The three clear breaths transformed into the Three Pure Ones, while the twelve turbid breaths became the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Then the question arises: the three clear breaths had extraordinary origins, deep blessings, a smooth path of cultivation, and eventually attained sainthood.

Of course, their success in becoming saints was inseparable from their possession of the merit of opening heaven.

As for the twelve turbid breaths lacking the merit of opening heaven and being unable to become saints, let's set that aside for now.

Let's just talk about the fact that the Twelve Ancestor Witches had no Primordial Spirit!

Was this reasonable? It was highly unreasonable!

What did having no Primordial Spirit mean? It meant they couldn't cultivate. In plain terms, it meant having no brain—being idiots, morons, retards.

The three clear breaths were exceptionally intelligent, but the twelve turbid breaths, their equals, turned into twelve idiots, morons, retards?

Wasn't that too absurd?

Sure, one could explain it by saying the biggest difference between clear and turbid breaths was that turbid breaths were more filthy, hence no Primordial Spirit.

Fine, no problem!

Then the question arises: the Nether Blood Sea and Ancestor Minghe, formed from Pangu's navel blood, would be even filthier, right? Perhaps even dirtier could be added.

Yet such filthy and dirty things, when they took form, had a Primordial Spirit? Their cultivation wasn't slow either, and they were very cautious.

Of the great powers from the same era, the dead were dead, the crippled were crippled, but he alone lived well.

How was this Ancestor Minghe to be explained?

Yuanshi saw that Li Hao and the other two weren't speaking and thought he had cornered them, making him even more aggressive.

He laughed without restraint, "A mere Witch Tribe, how dare you oppose us? Don't you weigh your own worth!"

Seeing Yuanshi growing more arrogant, Li Hao shook his head and clicked his tongue.

At this, Yuanshi, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, shouted, "You shameless little thief! What do you mean by that? Mocking me?"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Li Hao nodded and said casually, "I am mocking you. So what? You gonna bite me?"

"I've long heard of the Three Pure Ones' reputation, but meeting you today, you're nothing special—no different from ordinary mortals!"

The Three Pure Ones' faces changed drastically, turning ashen.

They were formed from the three clear breaths exhaled after Pangu's death.

Born with the cultivation of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal and possessing the merit of opening heaven, all beings in the Primordial Era had always treated them with utmost respect.

When had they ever suffered such humiliation?

Laozi and Tongtian were fine, but Yuanshi couldn't bear it.

His nature was already extremely arrogant, so naturally, he couldn't swallow this insult.

In Yuanshi's view, the Primordial Era should revere the Three Pure Ones as supreme.

As for the Twelve Ancestor Witches, also said to be born of Father God Pangu?

To him, they were nothing but base things, mere transformations of blood essence.

How could they compare to the three of them in nobility? In orthodoxy?

Yuanshi's face was ashen as water.

"We three are the orthodox lineage of Pangu. Shameless little thief, base thing—how dare you insult me?"

"Today I will teach you a lesson, so you know the order of seniority and respect!"

"Oh? Teach me a lesson?" Li Hao looked at Yuanshi with curiosity, a smug expression on his face as he asked, "Red or green? Purple or white?"

Faced with provocation again and again, Yuanshi's eyes nearly spat fire.

If he endured any longer, he felt he would explode on the spot.

Just as he prepared to make a move—

Suddenly, ten thousand rays of rosy light burst forth, celestial music drifted through the air, and a strange fragrance assailed the senses.

The misty aura slowly dissipated.

A pool of water appeared.

Within the water was a green lotus.

That green lotus had thirty-six grades, its petals slowly unfurling.

Li Hao's heart leaped with joy!

Holy crap! This is the Thirty-Six Grade Creation Green Lotus!

Having read countless Primordial Era novels, Li Hao naturally knew how extraordinary the origins of this Creation Green Lotus were.

It was transformed from a seed of the Chaos Green Lotus.

That Chaos Green Lotus was a Chaos Supreme Treasure that existed before the separation of Heaven and Earth.

It bore five seeds; one gave birth to Pangu, and of the remaining four, only one matured.

This Thirty-Six Grade Creation Green Lotus was the transformation of that mature seed.

Li Hao also knew that this Creation Green Lotus had no merit from the creation of the world, making it unacceptable to the Heavenly Dao.

The moment it matured would be the day of its destruction.

According to the original trajectory of the Primordial Era, this treasure should have been divided among the Three Pure Ones when the Heavenly Dao destroyed it.

Laozi said: Red flower—the lotus blossom of the Creation Green Lotus became the Coiled Dragon Walking Stick.

Yuanshi said: White lotus root—the lotus root of the Creation Green Lotus became the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi.

Tongtian said: Green lotus leaf—the lotus leaf of the Creation Green Lotus became the Qingping Sword.

The saying "Red flower, white lotus root, green lotus leaf—the Three Pure Ones were originally one family" came from this.

Of course, that was only the original trajectory.

Now that Li Hao existed as the greatest variable in the Primordial Era, it would be a miracle if the Primordial Era still developed along its past path.

Mm... Li Hao really did think that way.

Although the things transformed from this Creation Green Lotus were only Innate Spiritual Treasures, the Witch Tribe was currently dirt poor, with nothing to their name—they couldn't afford to be picky.

Having something was better than having nothing; why ask for a bicycle?

The Three Pure Ones were three people, and his side was also three people.

They could take it? Why couldn't we?

This treasure—he was determined to seize it today, no matter who came!

Eh? Wait! How could taking a treasure be called seizing?

This was taking—what was wrong with me taking something I had placed here earlier?

Was it against the law? Huh?

Chapter 16: Hey! Little Old Man! Are You Scratching an Itch for Me?

"Thirteenth Brother? What do you think? Seize it or not?"

Seeing the treasure appear, Zhu Rong sidled up again.

"What do you mean 'seize it or not'?" Li Hao glanced at Zhu Rong and said irritably, "How can you call it seizing? This is taking—we've come to take the legacy Father God left for our tribe!"

"Right, right, right! Taking! Taking!" Zhu Rong nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Li Hao continued, "Third Brother, this thing is like Father God's brother, equivalent to our uncle."

"Only a filial descendant like our tribe can take good care of it. It absolutely cannot fall into the hands of those who forget their roots—otherwise, who knows how they might treat this uncle!"