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

Unlike Yuanshi, who felt uncomfortable at the sight of any beast that had taken human form.

Even disciples he had taken in himself, like Yellow Dragon Zhenren, were far less favored compared to others.

Chapter 29: Fellow Daoist, Don't Rush! I See That You Two Are Fated with Me

With his thoughts clear and unburdened, Li Hao no longer hesitated. He looked at the Six-Eared Macaque and said, "Then follow along. Just don't regret it later, ha."

The Six-Eared Macaque nodded happily, then darted into Li Hao's arms, burrowing into his robe, instantly feeling a sense of security.

This move left Li Hao speechless.

You're supposed to be born from a quarter of the Chaos Demon Ape's origin, after all.

The first of the Four Monkeys of Chaos to emerge, even if not quite a great power.

At the very least, you're a being with extraordinary roots.

And yet you're acting like a pet like this?

What's with the whole burrowing into someone's robe thing?

With the Six-Eared Macaque giving up on listening to the Dao, his reserved seat was now useless.

At Li Hao's signal, the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa each moved forward one spot.

Looking at the two remaining Cushions, Li Hao found himself troubled once again.

The assembled great powers cast fawning glances his way, eager to be chosen and granted a seat.

But Li Hao paid none of them any mind.

As for Hong Yun and Kunpeng, there was no need to mention them. If those two sat down, wouldn't that just follow the original course?

Kunpeng was out of the question entirely. That one was already a meal Li Hao and the Ancestor Witches had reserved.

Sooner or later, he'd end up in their stomachs. Whether he had a seat or not was irrelevant.

Following that logic, could Hong Yun then take a Cushion?

The answer was, of course, no!

Given Hong Yun's personality, he would still give up his seat to Jieyin, and the one sitting on the other Cushion would end up resenting Hong Yun for his kindness.

All in all, Hong Yun's gradual descent into the calamity of slaughter was not unrelated to his goody-two-shoes nature.

Therefore, there was absolutely no way Hong Yun or Kunpeng would be sitting on those Cushions.

As for the others?

Like that Daoist in black robes, exuding a strange stench all around?

Though Li Hao didn't know who he was, he could make a rough guess.

Just from that smell—foul for ten thousand miles upwind, and a million miles downwind.

This person had to be none other than Ancestor Minghe.

Think about it. Pangu was a great god, sure, but even a great god has his impurities.

Ancestor Minghe and the Nether Blood Sea were born from the filthiest umbilical blood of Pangu.

Not dirty at all? Not stinky? Do you think that's possible?

Even though an Immortal could use his magic to cleanse himself.

But Minghe's stench wasn't caused by filth.

It was like the refreshing, sweet scent that always clung to Zhen Yuanzi.

It was probably something carried in his very origin.

Hmm... speaking of Minghe, that old fellow was indeed no weakling.

He wielded the two fierce swords, Abi and Yuantu, killing without incurring karmic debt.

Beneath him sat the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, formed from an unripe lotus seed of the Chaos Supreme Treasure Creation Green Lotus.

And he dwelled in the Nether Blood Sea, claiming, "As long as the Blood Sea does not dry up, Minghe shall not die."

Though he had yet to imitate Nuwa by creating the Asura Race, and could be said to be alone for now.

He was still a great power of his era, with both Magic Treasures and Divine Powers at his disposal.

Someone like him could thrive just fine without a Cushion.

Besides, given his nature as the ultimate master of lying low, sitting on a Cushion or not was irrelevant.

Further on, when Li Hao spotted two handsome young men, a sneer rose in his heart.

These two were none other than the Four Innate Primordial Spirits. After stabilizing the Primordial Era's heaven and earth, creating the acquired Five Elements, and devouring the other three spirits, the Great Sun Golden Flame had transformed on the Solar Star into two Great Sun Golden Crows.

The brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi.

How did he know? With their auras, no one else could possibly possess them.

The one in front, with a fierce and brutal exterior, radiating kingly authority and dominance, was surely Di Jun.

The one behind, with a look of disdain for all under heaven, as if nothing in the world was worth his notice, exuding imperial and sacred majesty, was undoubtedly Tai Yi.

At this moment, the two of them were making all sorts of exaggerated expressions at Li Hao, putting on a full display of fawning and flattery.

The meaning was simple—they wanted to seek an opportunity and claim a cushion for themselves.

How could Li Hao possibly indulge them?

You must be joking!

These two were mortal enemies of the Witch Tribe. If this weren't Hongjun's territory, Li Hao might have struck out at them directly.

Of course, that wasn't to say no fighting was allowed on Hongjun's turf.

It was just a matter of limited capability. If he had already reached the Seventh Revolution of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique, or even the Sixth, Li Hao would have acted without hesitation.

But at the Fifth Revolution? That fell a bit short.

It wasn't fear—he was just worried that the Ancestor Witches, who had only cultivated to the Fourth Revolution, wouldn't be able to withstand Hongjun's fierce assault.

If even half the Ancestor Witches had the power of the Fifth Revolution, there would be no need to be so hesitant.

Thinking this, Li Hao couldn't help but feel that time was tight and the task was heavy—his cultivation was still too slow.

After leaving the Purple Cloud Palace, he would definitely need to consider how to speed up his training.

Just as he was pondering this, he heard a flurry of hurried footsteps in his ears.

Accompanied by two heavy, gasping breaths.

"Senior brother, we've finally made it! Thankfully, we're not late!"

"Yes! The Western lands are distant and barren, lacking treasures to protect us. The Chaos energy nearly claimed our lives. By sheer fortune, we arrived safely."

Hearing the voices, Li Hao already knew who the old man was.

Yet he was still curious—what exactly did Jieyin and Zhunti look like?

Were they monks?

That didn't seem right. They hadn't yet founded the Eight Hundred Heterodox Paths, so how could they be monks?

Then they should be Daoists. At this point in time, all cultivators in the Primordial Era appeared as Daoists.

To be honest, Li Hao was very curious about the appearance of these two.

So he turned his head to look.

The moment he saw them, he nearly burst out laughing.

These guys!

They really had some nerve!

All his previous guesses were both right and wrong.

Why say that?

Because...

The Two Western Sages... Two Daoists... these two possessed a mix of both images.

Round faces, plump figures, both wearing tattered gray Daoist robes covered in patches.

They looked like two impoverished old Daoists, right?

Hold on!

Look upward, and you'd immediately spot the difference.

Across the Primordial Era, ordinary cultivators either let their long hair flow freely or tied it up in simple, neat buns.

Jieyin and Zhunti were different. On their round faces, there wasn't a single strand of hair—two bald pates.

They were just two bald men.

This gave them a strange appearance—neither fully monk nor fully Daoist.

Hmm... an incongruous look was one thing.

But the key was—if you're dressed so shabbily, why are your bodies so plump?

What was the logic behind that?

Jieyin and Zhunti paid no mind to the strange looks from others. Their eyes fell on the two uniquely colored cushions near Li Hao.

Their minds immediately began to stir.

Jieyin signaled Zhunti with his eyes, and Zhunti gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Neither of them was foolish. Those two Crimson Purple Cushions—just their color was special enough.

And they seemed to carry an extremely unique aura.

They were certainly no ordinary items.

The two began to consider how they might scheme to obtain them.

Little did they know, their show had yet to begin.