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

Hongjun attained sainthood to set his scheme in motion.

Three thousand years later, the Purple Cloud Palace would host its first sermon.

At that time, the six destined future saints would all journey to the Purple Cloud Palace to hear the teachings.

Joining them would be the many great powers who would one day shake the world.

From Hongjun's sermon onward, the Primordial Era would open a new chapter.

Li Hao knew well that the so-called destined saints needed to claim those six meditation mats.

Whether some conspiracy lurked within, he couldn't say.

But either way, it had nothing to do with him—he wasn't sitting on them.

However, if he didn't sit, others had to.

So those six mats were far more than simple cushions.

Scheme or trap, who cared?

Seize them first.

You want one? Fine!

Trade me something for it!

Don't say I cheated you—between us, this is a chance at sainthood; ordinary treasures won't cut it.

Just thinking of treasures and Divine Powers rolling in, Li Hao's heart was utterly delighted!

Yet amid the joy, worry crept in.

Now that Hongjun had become a saint, he would preach at the Purple Cloud Palace three times.

Each sermon lasting three thousand years.

With three-thousand-year intervals between.

A total of eighteen thousand years.

This meant the Witch-Demon Calamity was drawing ever closer.

At a conservative estimate, only about twenty thousand years remained.

And the Witch Tribe's strength was still no match for a saint—how could that not trouble him?

Li Hao's brow furrowed involuntarily.

Seeing this, Houtu reached up and gently smoothed his knitted forehead, her voice soft as she spoke.

"Little brother, what matter weighs so heavily on your mind? Won't you tell your sister?"

Li Hao slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"It's nothing. I was just thinking about clan affairs. Sorry to worry you, sister."

"Little brother, the clan's matters are something we all must strive for. Don't shoulder all the pressure yourself, understand? Rely more on your elder brothers and sisters!"

Houtu smiled warmly as she offered a few words of comfort.

Her little brother was perfect in every way except for carrying too much on his mind.

The same flaw as First Brother Dijiang—always making the revival of the Witch Tribe his foremost duty.

Bearing all the pressure alone.

What, was his Witch Tribe not theirs too?

As the eldest brother, Dijiang had no choice but to bear that burden, and now even the youngest brother had fallen into the same pattern.

No wonder Houtu couldn't help worrying.

She'd even wondered if First Brother had been filling the boy's head with unnecessary notions.

Forcing him to act this way—after all, their little brother alone enjoyed Father God's special favor.

Just as they were speaking, the two saw dust rising in the distance.

They knew it had to be Zhu Rong leading the other Ancestor Witches.

Moments later.

Li Hao looked at the Ancestor Witches before him. Well, they'd certainly come in full force.

Aside from the steady and reliable Second Brother Ru Shou, who stayed behind to watch the homestead, everyone else had arrived.

Gong Gong frowned, displeased, and asked, "What's this big deal that you had to call all the brothers here? There's farming to do at home!"

Li Hao waved a hand.

"Forget the farming for now. You've all heard about Hongjun's sermon, right?"

The Ancestor Witches all nodded. Wasn't that obvious?

How could they not have heard? It wasn't the kind of news you could ignore just because you wanted to.

In other words, who in the entire Primordial Era hadn't caught wind of it?

Li Hao smiled.

"That makes things easy! We'll go listen to the Dao too!" "Let's go right now, immediately, and strive to arrive first!"

Zhu Rong, always straightforward and disinclined to overthink things, frowned at Li Hao's words.

"What? Thirteenth Brother, how is this related to a big deal?" "You're not about to say that listening to the Dao is the big deal, are you?" "We cultivate the physical body exclusively—what use have we for listening to some damn Dao?"

Li Hao waved his hand.

"Listening to the Dao is the big deal!" "Third Brother, don't ask. Even if I told you, you wouldn't get it!"

Then he glanced at the other Ancestor Witches.

"When we get there, watch my eyes and act accordingly!" "If this plays out right, Magic Treasures, Divine Powers—we'll have whatever we want!"

The Ancestor Witches were utterly baffled!

This was like hearing a speech that was worth hearing—but said nothing at all!

You spoke, yet you said nothing!

Aren't we brothers? Do you really need to keep it this secret?

Unlike the others, Dijiang seemed to understand Li Hao well.

He knew exactly what sort of lot his brothers were.

Especially those two heartless fools, Zhu Rong and Qiang Liang.

So this method—just cooperate without needing to know the inside story—was fine.

When it was time to know, they'd naturally find out.

If it wasn't time, don't ask. Asking too much only caused trouble.

Dijiang pondered for a moment, looked at his brothers, and made the call on the spot.

"Then it's settled. When the time comes, act according to Thirteenth Brother's eye signals." "All of you, keep your eyes sharp. If you mess up and hinder Thirteenth Brother's plan, I'll kill you!"

Hearing this, the Ancestor Witches could only nod in agreement.

What else could they do? Even First Brother had agreed!

What point was there in these small fry continuing to kick up a fuss?

Li Hao shot Dijiang a grateful look, then said, "Good! Let's set out!"

Li Hao took the lead, heading down the mountain.

The Ancestor Witches naturally followed close behind.

Bringing up the rear, Houtu handed the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda to Xuanming, who was also lagging behind.

Xuanming looked puzzled.

"Little sister, what's this? Why are you giving it to me?"

Houtu chuckled softly and pointed at Li Hao leading the way ahead.

"Brother told me to give it to you. He said it would benefit you and that you should refine it immediately." "Elder Sister, don't underestimate this little pagoda. It's an extremely precious item—a merit-based ultimate treasure with invincible defense."

Xuanming didn't understand such things, but since it was given to her, she couldn't refuse her younger siblings' goodwill.

She took the pagoda and began to refine it.

Only upon refining it did she suddenly discover the problem.

Generally speaking, all Magic Treasures have restrictions.

Depending on their power, category, and rank, the number of restrictions varies.

Logically, whether a merit-based treasure or an ultimate treasure, it should have at least forty layers of restrictions.

Yet refining this little pagoda was incredibly smooth.

Xuanming quickly mastered the treasure completely.

And once she fully mastered it, Xuanming was stunned!

This pagoda was far from something to underestimate!

No matter how highly you regarded it, it wouldn't be too much!