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

You used Points to break my mark?

Who the hell would believe that?

Oh, wait—

Maybe, to the minds of Primordial Era beings, They simply can't understand what a cheater is, or what Points are.

They might not even think you're explaining; instead, they'd assume you just don't want to bother.

Why make up words they can't grasp just to humiliate them?

Ignoring Laozi, who kept muttering "Impossible! No reason! How could this be?" and similar nonsense, Li Hao turned, pulled Houtu, and prepared to leave. This haul was rich.

The Coiled Dragon Walking Stick, Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, and Qingping Sword went without saying; the All Heavens Divine Thunder and Immortal Light weren't worth mentioning either. The most important thing was snagging the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.

This was a top-tier treasure. He'd hand it over to Xuanming later.

If history truly repeated itself, and in the late Witch-Demon Calamity, Xuanming and Jiu Feng stormed the Demon Court, As long as she offered this thing above her head, he'd love to see how those two Birdmen could kill Xuanming.

If Li Hao wanted to leave, Houtu naturally followed.

In fact, there was nothing left to do if they stayed, right?

They'd taken the three treasures of the Creation Green Lotus, retrieved the Divine Powers and Magic Treasures.

The Three Pure Ones had basically nothing left. Oh... there was still the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones Divine Power.

But they hadn't used it, so he had no reason to take it back, did he?

Maybe they hadn't even comprehended it yet? Otherwise, how could they not use such a Divine Power?

The three of them had just taken a step to leave.

Suddenly, a change occurred.

Dark clouds gathered rapidly. The sky, clear and cloudless moments ago, turned pitch black in an instant.

The black clouds expanded swiftly, soon covering the entire heavens.

All beings in the Primordial Era looked up at the sky, wondering what was happening.

Why was there such a massive upheaval?

Suddenly, rumbling sounds echoed from the nine heavens above.

The rumbling seemed like thunder, but not ordinary thunder.

Li Hao cupped his chin and thought.

Could it be the legendary Thunderous Holy Sound?

Holy crap! Hongjun had become a sage?

The moment this thought arose, A wave of pressure descended from the nine heavens, like Mount Tai pressing down.

At that instant, All beings in the Primordial Era felt a tremor from their very origins.

Along with a suffocating sensation.

A feeling of being unable to resist, as if the slightest thought of defiance would crush them to dust, Rose from within their hearts.

Li Hao regretted not directly refining the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda when he erased its mark.

If he had done that then, he could offer this treasure now to protect the Witch Tribe's ancestral land.

After all, the entire Witch Tribe had now cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Heaven Skill.

Their battle intent was far stronger than in the original trajectory.

This pressure descending might easily provoke the Witch Tribe members' combat instincts.

But how could Hongjun tolerate provocation? He might strike hard, killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

And the Witch Tribe would be that chicken.

Thinking this, Li Hao was deeply worried.

He had to admit, he was overthinking it.

Not to mention that the Witch Tribe's ancestral land was at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, And Buzhou Mountain was formed from Pangu's spine—how could anyone easily exert pressure on it?

Besides, at the center of the Witch Tribe's ancestral land was the Ancestor Witch Hall, formed from the Pangu Heart.

For that reason alone, the Witch Tribe couldn't possibly have problems.

All that remained was for Hongjun to fume and stomp his feet, utterly powerless to do anything.

The Witch Tribe had indeed suffered no harm, but the pressure had still caught Dijiang's attention.

He furrowed his brow tightly and summoned all the Ancestor Witches.

"First Brother, what was that just now?" Zhu Jiuyin entered the Ancestor Witch Hall, his face dark as thunder.

Before Dijiang could speak.

A voice—majestic, solemn, wrapped in an unquestionable tone—rang out across the Primordial Era.

"I am Hongjun. I have now attained Sagehood."

"To teach and enlighten the beings of the Primordial Era, I shall preach the Dao at the Purple Cloud Palace, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, three thousand years from now. All who are fated may come!"

As Hongjun's words spread throughout the entire Primordial Era.

All kinds of strange phenomena suddenly appeared.

Purple Qi from the East stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, celestial music resounded.

Heavenly Flowers Falling, Earth Gushing Golden Springs.

One could say that when a Sage emerged, heaven and earth rejoiced together.

The Ancestor Witches exchanged glances.

The might of a Sage—so terrifying!

Yet they were not afraid.

Instead, each of them burned with fighting spirit.

After all, they had already cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique; given time, they might not fear Sages.

While the Ancestor Witches were brimming with determination.

Li Hao, on the other hand, seemed to think of something and let out a sly chuckle.

He turned to Zhu Rong and said, "Third Brother! Hurry home and gather the brothers! A big deal is coming!"

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Zhu Rong looked baffled.

"What big deal?"

After saying this, Zhu Rong suddenly realized something and continued, "You're not planning to ditch me and run off, are you?"

Zhu Rong's train of thought was something else.

What the hell did he mean by ditching him and running off?

Could he be serious when talking about important matters?

Li Hao pressed a hand to his forehead and said irritably, "Third Brother, what are you thinking? We're not going anywhere. We'll wait right here for you!"

"I'm sending you because you're fast. It really is good news, a big deal. Go back and tell the brothers to come."

"Mm... at least three more, and make sure they're the strong ones!"

Zhu Rong nodded, then stopped just as he was about to leave.

"What if First Brother doesn't let them come when I go back?"

Li Hao was exasperated. Couldn't he figure this out himself? Did he need to be spoon-fed?

He felt that among the entire Witch Tribe, only Houtu was easy to deal with.

The other brothers and sisters were all trouble.

Poor him, worrying himself sick for the Witch Tribe. His head ached.

As if sensing her younger brother's distress, Houtu gently reached out and began massaging his temples.

Li Hao glanced back at her, gave a faint smile, and then said, "Third Brother, if First Brother asks, just tell him there's a big deal—a really, really big one—and then make a gesture for him."

With that, he pointed to the sky.

Zhu Rong nodded, then added one last thing, still uneasy.

"You promised! You have to take me with you. You'd better wait here for me!"

This time, before Li Hao could speak, Houtu shouted first, "Go! Use your fastest speed to get back and notify First Brother and the others."

How could Zhu Rong dare to delay any longer? He broke into a sprint and dashed off.

His speed was incredible; in the blink of an eye, he had vanished without a trace.

Houtu let out a light snort, genuinely a bit annoyed.

If only she were fast enough, she wouldn't have needed anyone else!

All that dawdling—didn't he see her precious little brother's head was aching from the frustration?

As for the so-called big deal, it really was that big!