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

Isn't this the Six-Eared Macaque?

To be honest, for Li Hao, who had read countless Primordial Era novels before transmigrating, this was quite a sight.

Looking across the entire Primordial Era, aside from Tongtian, the most miserable figures were the Witch Tribe and the Six-Eared Macaque.

It was just a monkey; what kind of malicious intent could a monkey possibly have?

The creature was merely single-mindedly seeking the Dao.

You, Hongjun, even enlightened a Primordial Stubborn Stone into a boy, so why couldn't you tolerate a monkey with a decent origin?

If it couldn't cross the chaos, you could say it lacked affinity and refuse to preach to it.

But because it had the ability to eavesdrop, you felt your dignity as a Saint was compromised.

You used your divine powers to damage its very foundation.

If that were all, one could argue there was a cause for your actions, and you had your reasons, so I wouldn't say anything.

But why did you have to go as far as to declare, "The Dharma shall not be taught to the six-eared"?

Good grief!

You won't teach it, and you won't allow anyone else to teach it either?

What did the Six-Eared Macaque ever do to provoke you?

Did it steal your wife, or dig up your ancestral grave?

Did you really have to be so ruthless?

Because of these various actions of yours, Hongjun, the Six-Eared Macaque, which should have risen to greatness, was completely ruined.

It wasn't until the Journey to the West that it was finally released by those two fat monks from the Western Heaven.

In the end, it didn't get a good outcome either, whether it was being beaten to death by a single strike from Monkey Sun or pretending to be Sun Wukong to retrieve the scriptures.

Neither of these results could be considered a happy ending.

Now that the two great tragedies, the Witch Tribe and the Six-Eared Macaque, were gathered together, how could Li Hao not laugh?

Looking at the Six-Eared Macaque, which had been wounded by the chaotic energy, was extremely weak, and whose consciousness was already blurring.

Li Hao thought for a moment: so, not reaching the Purple Cloud Palace means lacking affinity, right?

Then I shall fulfill your wish.

Little monkey, consider yourself lucky to have run into me!

I will send you on a trip to the Purple Cloud Palace.

As for whether doing this would offend Hongjun? Li Hao didn't give it much thought.

There was nothing to think about.

Would Hongjun stop plotting against the Witch Tribe just because he wasn't offended?

If that were truly possible, Li Hao wouldn't just avoid offending Hongjun; he would be eager to enshrine him, bowing every morning and greeting him every evening, offering three sticks of incense a day.

But the problem was, that wasn't possible, was it?

As an Ancestor Witch, he would eventually clash with Hongjun, so why should he care about anything else?

He tucked the Six-Eared Macaque into his arms and held it gently with one hand.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed off with his feet and leaped violently into the air.

He drilled his way out of the Earth Membrane.

Seeing this, the other Ancestor Witches also pushed off with their feet and leaped out.

Once in the chaos, Li Hao looked left and right.

He felt like something wasn't quite right!

Wasn't it supposed to be filled with chaotic energy?

Wasn't it supposed to be extremely turbulent and violent?

Why couldn't he feel anything at all?

Could it be just a rumor?

That didn't seem right either!

Judging by the injuries on the Six-Eared Macaque, the chaotic energy definitely existed and was indeed extremely violent.

Unable to figure it out, he could only conclude that their physical bodies were so powerful that they didn't feel the so-called chaotic energy.

Because... the other Ancestor Witches didn't seem to feel anything either.

Li Hao scratched his head and looked at Dijiang.

"Um... First Brother, do you know which way to the Purple Cloud Palace?"

Dijiang shook his head.

"I don't know! I thought you knew."

After speaking, he looked at the other Ancestral Witches.

"Do you know?"

The Ancestral Witches shook their heads one after another.

"We thought you knew!"

In an instant, Li Hao and the Ancestral Witches stared at each other, eyes wide and mouths agape.

No one knew what to do!

Just as the Witch Tribe was in a dilemma, Li Hao noticed that the other cultivators seemed to know the way, all heading in the same direction.

Some were moving forward smoothly, though their expressions looked slightly strained.

But many more were retreating in the face of difficulty—they had no choice but to retreat.

In just half a moment, countless Primordial Unity Golden Immortal cultivators had already been blown to pieces by the impact of the Chaos energy.

They turned into dust, dissipating into the Chaos.

In every sense of the word, not even ashes remained.

By now, the many bit-part players and onlookers finally understood.

They understood what Hongjun meant by "those with affinity."

The lecture had no threshold; anyone with affinity could come to listen.

It sounded full of benevolence and morality, but in reality, it was full of schemes and calculations.

If one could not reach Purple Cloud Palace, could not see the Saint Hongjun, and could not even safely traverse the Chaos.

How could one speak of having affinity?

Countless Primordial Unity Golden Immortals felt the urge to retreat, hesitating as they turned back toward the Primordial Era.

Although they were unwilling, there was no other way.

Of course, among this group, there were those with great perseverance who gritted their teeth and charged into the Chaos.

Regarding this, Li Hao scoffed; wouldn't it be better to return to the Primordial Era and cultivate diligently?

With such great perseverance, why worry about not achieving success?

Must they throw their lives away on these meaningless things? Was it worth it?

After a sigh of emotion, Li Hao led the Witch Tribe, following the direction the other cultivators were heading, and plunged in.

The Chaos was vast and boundless, and without any landmark buildings, it was easy to get lost.

However, this did not stump Li Hao; he would stop every so often to observe the movements of the other cultivators.

After walking and stopping, a palace that could be considered imposing appeared, which he assumed to be Purple Cloud Palace.

Li Hao could only say it was "passable," as this place was truly far inferior to the Ancestor Witch Hall.

Standing before the gates of Purple Cloud Palace, the Ancestral Witches looked left and right.

Every one of them wore a look of disdain.

As for the reason, it was no different from Li Hao's.

They all felt that this place was nothing special, just barely acceptable.

The Six-Eared Macaque also slowly woke up at this moment, poking its head out from Li Hao's lapel to look around.

It was immediately stunned.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Just as it was bewildered, a voice reached its ears.

"Yo! Little monkey, you're awake?"

The Six-Eared Macaque jumped in fright, instinctively clutching the nearest thing to it.

Which was Li Hao's lapel.

Li Hao chuckled.

"I say, don't be afraid, I'm not going to eat you!"

"Besides, even if you are scared, don't pull on my clothes for dear life, right?"

"You're about to rip my clothes apart!"

The Six-Eared Macaque froze, then let go and looked around.

Only then did it realize it was in someone's arms.

It looked up and saw a large face slightly lowered, staring right at it.

The Six-Eared Macaque struggled to get up, feeling a bit embarrassed, and wanted to crawl out.

Li Hao gently pressed it down with his hand.

"Don't move. We are still in the Chaos. Once we enter the gates of Purple Cloud Palace and it's safe, I'll let you out."