The Primordial Era: Before His Lecture on the Dao Was Even Finished, the Ancestor Witches Had All Become Sages, Part 33

Wasn't that the Six-Eared Macaque?

To be honest, Li Hao had read countless Primordial Era novels before he transmigrated.

Looking at the Primordial Era as a whole, apart from Tongtian, the most tragic were the Witch Tribe and the Six-Eared Macaque.

He was just a monkey. What kind of wicked thoughts could a monkey have?

He only wanted to pursue the Dao, that was all.

Hongjun, you even turned a Primordial Stubborn Stone into a servant boy. Why couldn't you tolerate a monkey with decent roots?

You said that if he couldn't make it through Chaos, he wasn't destined to be there. Fine, you didn't have to teach him.

But when he had the ability to eavesdrop, you decided it was beneath a Sage's dignity.

You used Divine Power to damage his foundations.

That might have been bad enough. It was all supposedly for a reason, and you had your justification, so fine.

But why did you have to say, "The Dao is not to be taught to Liu'er"?

Good grief!

So you wouldn't teach him, and you wouldn't let anyone else teach him either?

What had Liu'er ever done to offend you?

Did he steal your wife or dig up your ancestors' graves?

Did you really have to be so ruthless?

Because of all Hongjun's actions, the Six-Eared Macaque, who should have risen to prominence, was completely ruined.

He wasn't released until the Journey to the West, when those two fat monks from the Western Lands let him out.

And even then, things didn't end well for him. Whether Monkey Sun killed him with a single blow or he impersonated Sun Wukong and went to the Western Heaven to fetch the scriptures, neither outcome could be called a happy ending.

Now both great tragedies—the Witch Tribe and the Six-Eared Macaque—were together in one place. How could Li Hao not laugh?

Looking at the Six-Eared Macaque, who had been injured by the Chaos energy and was now extremely weak, with his consciousness already growing hazy,

Li Hao thought it over. So if you couldn't reach Purple Heavens Palace, that meant you weren't destined to go, did it?

Then I'll make it happen for you.

Little monkey, you're lucky to be alive. You ran into me!

I'll take you to Purple Heavens Palace for a visit.

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

There wasn't much to think about.

Would Hongjun stop scheming against the Witch Tribe if they didn't offend him?

If that were really possible, Li Hao wouldn't just avoid offending Hongjun. He'd practically put him on an altar, bowing to him in the morning, greeting him in the evening, and offering incense three times a day.

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

As an Ancestor Witch, he was bound to clash with Hongjun sooner or later. If so, why should he care what happened to him?

Li Hao tucked the Six-Eared Macaque against his chest and gently held him with one arm.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed off hard and leaped into the air.

He broke through the Earth Membrane.

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

Once they were in Chaos, Li Hao looked around.

Something felt off!

Wasn't Chaos supposed to be filled with Chaos energy?

Wasn't it supposed to be turbulent and violent?

Why couldn't he feel anything?

Could it all have been a rumor?

But that didn't make sense either!

Judging by the Six-Eared Macaque's injuries, Chaos energy was real, and it really was violent.

Unable to figure it out, he could only conclude that his physical body was so powerful he couldn't feel the so-called Chaos 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 Purple Heavens Palace is?"

Dijiang shook his head.

"No idea! I thought you knew."

Then he looked at the other Ancestor Witches.

"Do you know?"

The Ancestor Witches all shook their heads.

"We thought you two knew!"

For a moment, Li Hao and the Ancestor Witches stared at one another, wide-eyed.

No one had any idea what to do!

Just as the Witch Tribe was at a loss, Li Hao noticed that the other cultivators seemed to know where to go. They were all heading in the same direction.

Some made steady progress, though their expressions showed the strain.

Most, however, turned back after realizing how difficult it was. They had no choice.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, countless Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivators had already burst apart under the impact of the Chaos energy.

They turned to dust and vanished into Chaos.

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

By now, the many extras and nobodies finally understood what Hongjun meant by "those who are destined."

There was no threshold to his lecture. Anyone with the fate to do so could come and listen.

It sounded so righteous, but in reality, it was all fucking schemes and calculations.

If you couldn't reach Purple Heavens Palace, couldn't meet the Sage Hongjun, or couldn't even safely cross Chaos, how could you possibly be destined?

Countless Grand Unity Golden Immortals thought better of it and hesitantly returned to the Primordial Era.

They were unwilling to give up, but they had no other choice.

Of course, among them were plenty of people with ironclad resolve who gritted their teeth and charged into Chaos.

Li Hao scoffed at them. Wouldn't it be better to return to the Primordial Era and cultivate in peace?

If they had that much resolve, what couldn't they accomplish?

Why risk their lives over something so pointless? Was it worth it?

After a moment of reflection, Li Hao led the Witch Tribe onward, following the other cultivators into Chaos.

Chaos was vast and boundless, with no landmarks or anything of the sort. It was easy to get lost.

But that couldn't stump Li Hao. He walked for a while, then stopped to check where the other cultivators were heading.

After moving ahead in fits and starts, they came upon a rather imposing palace. It had to be Purple Heavens Palace.

Li Hao could only call it rather imposing. Compared with the Ancestor Witch Hall, this place fell short by a wide margin.

Standing before the gates of Purple Heavens Palace, the Ancestor Witches looked left and right.

Every one of them wore a disdainful expression.

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

They all thought the place wasn't much to look at—merely passable.

The Six-Eared Macaque also slowly woke up just then, poking his head out from Li Hao's robes to look around.

He froze at once.

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

As he was still bewildered, a voice sounded beside his ear.

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

The Six-Eared Macaque jumped in fright and instinctively grabbed the nearest thing.

Which happened to be Li Hao's robes.

Li Hao smiled.

"Hey, don't be scared. I'm not going to eat you!"

"Besides, even if you are scared, you don't have to yank on my clothes like that."

"You're about to tear them open!"

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

Only then did he realize he was being held in someone's arms.

He looked up and saw a large face gazing down at him.

Embarrassed, the Six-Eared Macaque struggled to get up, trying to wriggle free.

Li Hao gently pressed him back down with one hand.

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