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

Li Hao rolled his eyes. "So... can we go in now?"

Haotian and Yaochi both trembled.

Haotian tugged at Yaochi's sleeve, signaling her to receive and guide this batch. He had no choice—faced with so many burly, fierce-faced men, he was genuinely scared.

Yaochi shook her sleeve off, her meaning clear: You go if you want! I'm not going!

No way!

That big brother was so handsome, so reassuring.

If she went to receive them, she'd be too embarrassed!

Thinking this, Yaochi's face flushed even redder, like a ripe apple.

It made one want to take a bite.

Seeing the two of them pushing the task back and forth, Li Hao was speechless.

Without a guide, were they helpless?

Couldn't they just walk in themselves?

Li Hao sighed, exchanged a glance with Dijiang, and stepped into the Purple Cloud Palace.

Before leaving, he even patted Yaochi's head.

Not deliberate teasing, nor any intention to flirt.

It was just—like seeing an adorable kitten, puppy, or child—one would instinctively do it.

No other meaning.

Yaochi, a young girl, had never experienced anything like this.

Her pretty face instantly burned. If real life had special effects, steam would be billowing from the top of Yaochi's head.

Chapter 26: Blood Thicker Than Water? Not Screwing Us Over? You Haven't Screwed Us Over Enough?

The Ancestor Witches entered the Purple Cloud Palace, walking quickly, heading straight for the front.

Although Dijiang had instructed them to seize the foremost cushions, honestly, the Ancestor Witches had been a bit worried at first.

Listening to the Dao meant sitting on cushions.

With so many attendees, there would surely be many cushions.

How, among all these cushions, were they to find the ones they needed to take?

That was the problem.

But the moment they entered the Purple Cloud Palace, the problem was no longer a problem.

This vast Purple Cloud Palace held at least several thousand cushions, by sight.

Yet at the very front, only six cushions were placed.

If that didn't say enough, the unique color of these six cushions showed they were exactly what they had come for.

Mm... these were six crimson-purple cushions, compared to ordinary ones.

Even in color alone, they were already different, let alone the faint, extremely special aura emanating from them.

The Ancestor Witches hurried forward, stood before the cushions, and were about to sit down when Li Hao stopped them.

"Don't sit. Just stand."

The Ancestor Witches were startled, even Dijiang froze, looking at Li Hao with a questioning expression.

Li Hao didn't explain, only shook his head firmly.

There was no way to explain this. The cushions were the Heaven-ordained Saint Seats.

Whoever sat on them and stayed seated would become a Heaven-ordained Saint.

According to the Primordial Era's course, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the Two Western Saints would eventually become saints.

None of these six were fools. If they knew they'd be bound, their freedom restricted for life, wouldn't they abandon their Saint Seats?

Leaving aside the Two Western Saints, why didn't the Three Pure Ones of the East or Nuwa do the same?

Especially Nuwa, a saint whose Demon Race's fate was severed during the Witch-Demon Calamity, and whose Human Race's fate was utterly destroyed during the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation—why didn't she do it either?

What was the reason? Was it fear? Inability? Or unwillingness?

Li Hao believed it was the third: unwillingness, right?

As for why unwilling? Perhaps the cushions had some mechanism left on them?

Similar to the poem inscribed in Nuwa Palace, it was the same kind of tactic the Two Western Saints used to bewilder King Zhou.

After all, whether it was the Heavenly Dao or Hongjun, since they dared to promise you a Saint Seat, they naturally wouldn't leave any loose ends.

What if you took the Saint Seat they gave you and turned around to strike them with it?

Of course, that was only one of the reasons Li Hao couldn't explain.

Then there was the old problem—this was the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's territory.

Speaking here meant taking responsibility; mess up, and it could cost you five thousand Points.

With five thousand Points, wouldn't it be better to save them for something else?

The other Ancestor Witches didn't understand, but Dijiang understood Li Hao perfectly.

Seeing his behavior, he knew there were too many constraints to go into detail.

So he immediately acted... with his eyes, glaring at the Ancestor Witches who had objections.

Shutting them down completely, leaving them without a word to say.

Once everyone quieted down, Li Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he remember the Six-Eared Macaque in his arms.

He patted his chest, and the Six-Eared Macaque poked its head out, still drowsy.

Li Hao smiled. "You can come out now. We've arrived at the Purple Cloud Palace."

The Six-Eared Macaque froze at the words, looked at Li Hao, then at the interior of the Purple Cloud Palace, a struggle flickering in its eyes.

Logically, as one who sought the Dao with all its heart, it should have acted without hesitation.

But somehow, it felt reluctant, thinking that staying in this person's arms, coming and going with him, seemed better than seeking the Dao.

Li Hao didn't notice this and spoke casually in a low voice. "Little Monkey, let me tell you—there are two kinds of cushions here. The few crimson-purple ones are excellent, but they come with unknown dangers."

"The many Earth Yellow Cushions can also bring great benefits, but they won't let you reach the very peak of existence. They are safe, though."

"Think it over yourself. If you want a purple one, I'll ask my brothers to give up one for you."

The Six-Eared Macaque understood and saw clearly.

These six purple cushions were bound to create something extraordinary.

There were only six in the entire Purple Cloud Palace.

That showed how precious they were.

And yet, this person was willing to give up one for it.

The Six-Eared Macaque struggled even more, its heart torn with conflict.

The desire for the Dao and its own heart kept reversing roles, neither taking the lead.

Seeing the Six-Eared Macaque's troubled expression, Li Hao thought it was deliberating which cushion to choose.

He smiled. "No rush. It's still early. Take your time."

"I'll save one for you first. You can decide later whether to take it or not!"

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

The various great powers grew more anxious by the moment.

That group of big men had been inside for ages, and still no one was letting them in.

In normal times, they would have barged in already, but this was the Purple Cloud Palace, after all—a saint's domain.

How could they dare to force their way in? Weren't they afraid of offending a saint?

The great powers could only pace in circles and stomp their feet, unable to do anything else.

The root cause of this situation traced back to Li Hao.

As the saying goes, what maiden doesn't dream of spring?

Just because he had patted Yaochi on the head, this naive young girl had completely short-circuited.

And along with her, Haotian—who had always regarded Yaochi as his own forbidden territory—also short-circuited.

Good heavens!

That guy patted her head, and she blushed like that.

She had never shown that kind of reaction to him before.

Just whose girl are you, anyway?

And so, the two child attendants responsible for guiding people in were completely frozen.

Because of that, the other great powers were blocked at the door.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Li Hao had no idea that one simple gesture of his had set off a massive chain reaction.