The Primordial Era: Before the Sermon Was Even Finished, All the Ancestor Witches Became Saints

With his mind thoroughly at ease, Li Hao no longer hesitated, looking at the Six-Eared Macaque and saying, "Then follow along, just make sure you don't regret it later."

The Six-Eared Macaque nodded happily, darting right into Li Hao's embrace and burrowing into his lapel, instantly bringing a sense of steady reassurance.

This action left Li Hao utterly speechless.

You are, after all, transformed from a quarter of the Chaos Demon Ape's origin.

You were the first of the Four Monkeys of Chaos to be born, so even if you can't be considered a mighty figure.

At least you are an individual with extraordinary innate foundation.

Yet how is it that you've turned yourself into a mere pet?

What on earth is the logic of burrowing into someone's arms?

Since the Six-Eared Macaque gave up on listening to the sermon, the reserved seat became useless.

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

Gazing at the two remaining cushions, Li Hao felt troubled once again.

The various mighty figures also cast ingratiating glances, eager to be chosen and secure a seat.

Yet Li Hao simply ignored every single one of them.

Not to mention Hong Yun and Kunpeng; if these two were to take a seat, wouldn't that be identical to the original trajectory?

Kunpeng was out of the question entirely, as this fellow was already a banquet prearranged by Li Hao and the various Ancestor Witches.

Sooner or later he would end up in their bellies, making a seat irrelevant.

By that logic, could Hong Yun be allowed to take a cushion?

The answer, of course, was no!

Given Hong Yun's personality, he would still yield his seat to Jieyin, and the person sitting on the other cushion would harbor a grudge against Hong Yun for giving up his spot.

To sum it up, the reason Hong Yun step by step marched toward his tribulation was actually closely tied to his good-guy persona.

Therefore, it was absolutely impossible for these two, Hong Yun and Kunpeng, to sit on the cushions.

As for the others?

Such as that Taoist clad in black robes who emitted a wave of strange odors all over his body?

Although Li Hao did not know who he was, he could make a rough guess.

Judging by that stench that traveled ten thousand miles against the wind and a million miles with it.

This person had to be none other than Ancestor Minghe.

Just think about it: Pangu was a supreme deity, true, but even a supreme deity had impure parts.

That Ancestor Minghe and the Nether Blood Sea were precisely formed from Pangu's most filthy navel blood.

Not dirty at all, not smelly at all? Did you think that was possible?

Even though immortals could cleanse themselves by wielding magic power.

Yet Minghe's scent was not caused by ordinary filth.

Just like how Zhen Yuanzi always carried a very fresh and sweet fragrance about him.

It should be something inherently carried within his origin.

Well... speaking of Minghe, this old fellow was indeed not weak.

Wielding the twin malevolent swords of Abi and Yuantu, he could kill without contracting karmic entanglement.

Seated upon the TwelveGrade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, which was formed from an unripened lotus seed of the Chaos Supreme Treasure Creation Green Lotus.

Furthermore, residing within the Nether Blood Sea, he boasted the moniker, "The Blood Sea never runs dry, Minghe never dies."

Although he had yet to mimic Nuwa in creating the Asura Race and could be said to be entirely on his own right now.

He was still a mighty figure who possessed both magical treasures and divine powers.

Such a person could live very well even without a cushion.

Besides, given this fellow's personality of being the ultimate coward who avoided danger, whether he sat on a cushion or not didn't really matter.

Looking further along, when Li Hao caught sight of two handsome youths, a trace of mockery involuntarily rose in his heart.

These two fellows were none others than the Four Innate Primordial Spirits; after stabilizing the Primordial heavens and earth, creating the posterior Five Elements, and devouring the other three primordial spirits, they were the two Great Sun Golden Crows who had transformed upon the Solar Star in the form of the Great Sun Golden Flame.

The two brothers, Di Jun and Tai Yi.

Don't ask how he knew; with these two fellows' temperaments, nobody else could possibly possess them.

The one in front, with a fierce and tyrannical outward appearance and radiating the aggressive pressure of royal authority, had to be Di Jun.

The latter, with a look of supreme disdain as if everything in the world was beneath his notice, radiating the holy aura of an imperial sovereign, was naturally none other than Tai Yi.

At this moment, the two of them were winking and making faces at Li Hao, exhausting all means of ingratiating themselves.

Their meaning was simple: they wanted to seek a fortuitous encounter and sit upon the cushions.

How could Li Hao possibly grant their wishes?

Are you kidding me?

These two were mortal enemies of the Witch Tribe; if this weren't Hongjun's territory, Li Hao might have directly made a move on them right then and there.

Of course, it wasn't that a move couldn't be made in Hongjun's territory.

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 revolution, Li Hao would have decisively struck.

But the fifth revolution? It fell slightly short.

It wasn't fear, but rather a worry that the Ancestor Witches, who had only cultivated up to the fourth revolution, might not be able to withstand Hongjun's ferocious assault.

If half of the Ancestor Witches possessed the power of the fifth revolution, there would be no need to be so timid and cautious.

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

After leaving the Zixiao Palace, he would definitely need to consider how to accelerate his cultivation speed.

Just as he was thinking this, he heard a rush of hurried footsteps echo by his ear.

Accompanied by the heavy, panting breaths of two gasping individuals.

"Senior Brother, we have finally arrived, thank goodness we aren't late!"

"Indeed! Our journey in the Western Lands was vast and distant, plus resources were scarce with no magical treasures to protect our bodies, and this Chaos Qi nearly cost us our lives. It is truly a great fortune that we arrived safely."

Upon hearing these voices, Li Hao already knew who the old men were.

Yet in his heart, he remained curious as to what these two, Jieyin and Zhunti, actually looked like.

Were they monks?

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

Then they ought to be Taoists, for at this current chronological juncture, all Primordial Cultivators took the appearance of Taoists.

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

Therefore, he turned his head to look.

With that single glance, he almost laughed out loud.

This guy!

They really took the cake!

His previous guess had been entirely right, yet entirely wrong.

Why say that?

Simply because...

These two Western Sages... Western Daoists... the two of them possessed a composite of all possible traits.

With round faces and plump physiques, both were dressed in tattered, gray cloth Taoist robes patched all over.

They looked precisely like a pair of impoverished old Taoists, right?

Wait!

Looking further up, one could immediately spot the unusual details.

Throughout the Primordial Era, ordinary cultivators either wore their flowing long hair loosely bound, or gathered it into simple and neat topknots.

Jieyin and Zhunti were different; above those round faces, there was not a single strand of hair to be found—they were two bald heads.

They were simply two bald men.

This resulted in a strange styling where the two of them were neither quite monks nor quite Taoists.

Well... having an incongruous style was one thing.

The crucial point was, how could you dress in rags yet have physiques so plump?

What kind of logic was that anyway?

Jieyin and Zhunti paid no mind to the peculiar gazes of others, turning their attention to the two unique remaining cushions over where Li Hao sat.

Their thoughts instantly became active.

Jieyin communicated with Zhunti through a glance, and Zhunti also gave an imperceptible nod.

Neither of these two was a fool; those crimson purple cushions were distinctive enough in color alone.

They even seemed to exude an extremely unique aura upon them.

They were definitely no ordinary objects.

The two of them considered how they might plot to secure one.

Who would have thought that before they could even put on a good show...