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

This batch is even going to use the same beard and hair style as me?

Is there no justice in this world?

This guy is copying my face!

Is no one going to do something about this?

Zhu Rong wanted to flare up, but suddenly remembered First Brother Dijiang's instructions. "Guard the gate properly, no causing trouble! If anyone stirs up trouble and something goes wrong, I'll fucking kill them!" Forced to back down, Zhu Rong simmered down and glanced at Hong Yun. "Something?"

Hong Yun smiled apologetically. "Daoist friend, you've taken up too much space, making it inconvenient for others. Could you perhaps make some room? Do us a favor?"

"Oh? Got it!" Zhu Rong replied casually, then stiffened his face and snarled, "Anything else?"

"If not, get the hell out!"

With that, he shoved Hong Yun. Though Zhu Rong was considered the frailest among the Ancestor Witches, he was still an immensely powerful physical existence compared to Primordial Era cultivators. That shove carried no small force. Even Hong Yun, who was tall and sturdy by Primordial standards, was sent tumbling like a rolling gourd, spinning far away—clear out of the Purple Cloud Palace's range and into the Chaos.

Seeing this, the other great powers minded their own business, loftily detached. No one intervened, and no one spoke up for Hong Yun. It was only natural—after all, it had nothing to do with them. They were all here to hear the Dao; as long as they could get in, did it really matter who went first? Besides, that burly man had produced such an effect with a light shove. If he went all out, how strong might he be? Who dared provoke him? And besides... hadn't the Three Pure Ones been standing there quietly all along? They were incarnations of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, beings of unmatched origins. If they didn't speak up, what right did small fry like them have to stick their necks out? Were they sick? Showing off their abilities? Could they be more capable than the Three Pure Ones?

In the Chaos.

Hong Yun slowly rose, shaking his head to clear the dizziness—whether from the shove or the spinning. Zhen Yuanzi caught his waist. "Old friend! Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Honestly, Zhen Yuanzi was furious, itching to fight Zhu Rong to the death. But here in the Chaos, his prized defensive treasure—the Earth Book—could barely unleash any power without the support of the Primordial Era's earthly veins. Helpless, he could only glare at Zhu Rong with a murderous look, as if he wanted to eat his flesh, drink his blood, and sleep on his skin.

Hong Yun shook his head without speaking, his gaze sweeping over the other great powers. Those who met his eyes quickly looked away, unwilling to get involved. Hong Yun sighed in dejection and led Zhen Yuanzi back to the front of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Li Hao watched the slightly crestfallen Hong Yun and sighed inwardly. A line he'd read before his transmigration came to mind: "Do not let the one who brings firewood for the crowd freeze to death in the snow." It wasn't that Hong Yun was noble, but what he had done earlier carried a similar intent—just that the other great powers didn't appreciate it. What could you call that? Betraying the kindness of the kind?

This kind of behavior is indeed detestable.

But... this was the Primordial Era. While moral concepts couldn't be said to be completely absent, they held no real meaning—the standard of judgment had always been in the hands of the strong.

To be honest, in this world where the strong reigned supreme, there was no place for someone like Hong Yun, who harbored kindness, meddled in others' affairs, and was soft-hearted.

Perhaps it was fair to say he was born at the wrong time.

Just as he was sighing over this, he heard a sound coming from behind him.

Creak!

The great doors of the Purple Cloud Palace swung open, and a young boy and girl walked out from within.

These two were none other than the child attendants under Hongjun, transformed from Chaos-hardened stones—Haotian and Yaochi.

As for Haotian, Li Hao felt nothing special toward him. Maybe it was because they both had "Hao" in their names?

Besides, what was there to see in a little boy? A bunch of brats—weren't they all pretty much the same?

But Yaochi made him take a second look.

At this moment, Yaochi appeared to be only twelve or thirteen years old, delicate as carved jade, a tiny little thing.

Far better than those half-aged women in later TV dramas.

This made Li Hao sigh in admiration—whether human or small animal, they were always cuter when young.

Perhaps because women were naturally more sensitive, Yaochi keenly noticed the gaze.

She gently lifted her head and saw a young man with a face as sharp as if carved by knife and axe, full of heroic spirit, tall and imposing, staring fixedly at her.

She immediately felt a little shy, faint blushes spreading from her jade-like neck all the way up to her pretty face.

As for Haotian, he was a bit slow on the uptake, and besides, he was already somewhat displeased.

In Haotian's view, throughout the entire Primordial Era, his master was number one, and he himself was number two.

How could the second-ranked person in the world be expected to receive lower-class people?

Hmm... no matter who you were—great or minor power—the only one above him was his master, Hongjun.

Everyone else was lower class.

Of course, Yaochi didn't count—she was his wife!

So when Hongjun ordered him to receive the assembled great powers, Haotian obeyed the command, but his heart was full of reluctance.

Dragging his feet, he arrived at the palace gate, pushed it open, and looked up.

The sight before him made Haotian shudder.

Good heavens!

Several tall, fierce-looking burly men were crowded right at the palace entrance.

Haotian immediately lost his nerve, not daring to lift his head. Even when his peripheral vision caught one of those big men exchanging flirtatious glances with his little wife, he only pretended not to see.

After looking at Yaochi for a while, Li Hao turned his head to glance at Haotian.

He saw that the little fellow's head was lowered as far as it could go.

No exaggeration.

If circumstances had allowed it—which they didn't—this guy might have buried his head right into his own crotch.

Li Hao curled his lip.

You're supposed to be the future Jade Emperor.

Are you sure you want to leave behind this kind of dark history?

One day in the future, when you look back on the past and remember this scene, I wonder what you'll think.

Will you be ashamed? Or will you want to silence everyone who witnessed it?

Probably the latter, right?

After all, with that status—the big boss ruling the Primordial Era.

You yourself could never be wrong; the fault always lay with others.

At this moment, Li Hao felt a bit helpless. Hongjun only had two child attendants, and he'd sent them both out.

The result? One was too shy to lift her head, and the other was too scared to raise his.

Hey, hey, hey!

What are you standing there for? Shouldn't you be inviting us in?

Oh right, before going in, you're supposed to rattle off some spiel—something about maintaining silence during the saint's sermon.

But what exactly are you doing now?

Have you forgotten the most important thing?