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

The Wood Ancestor Witch Gou Mang, the Water Ancestor Witch Gong Gong, the Poison Ancestor Witch Shebishi, the Ice Ancestor Witch Xuanming, even the absent Metal Ancestor Witch Ru Shou—couldn't they all travel by Divine Power?

It was perfectly normal; there was no need to feel dejected over this.

Still, seeing Zhu Rong's display, Li Hao felt a sense of balance in his heart.

He himself had merely failed to grasp what kind of Divine Power he possessed.

Compared to someone like Zhu Rong, who clearly had a Divine Power yet could accomplish nothing with it, he was far better off, wasn't he?

With his mind no longer troubled, he could enjoy the convenience provided by his elder brothers and sisters.

The Ancestor Witches took turns using their Divine Powers to travel, reaching an extreme speed.

In less than a hundred years, the group... of witches arrived at the Western Lands.

Looking at the two regions separated by a mere line yet as distant as a natural chasm, Li Hao sighed inwardly.

The great battle against the Demon Path back then had taken place at Luohu's stronghold, right here in the Western Lands.

After Luohu's defeat, his self-destruction had directly blown apart the entire spiritual vein network of the West.

Though endless ages had passed since then, and the West had long since recovered and rested, it still bore no comparison to the Eastern Lands.

The land here was extremely barren, the Spiritual Energy exceptionally thin.

It wore a desolate, broken, and dilapidated appearance, like the sun setting in the west.

Houtu, possessing the Law of Earth, was even more sensitive to the land's condition.

The moment she set foot in the Western territory—or rather, even on the road approaching the West—she had already felt quite uncomfortable.

She furrowed her delicate brows and looked at Li Hao.

"Little brother, is there really treasure here?"

"Elder Sister only feels very uneasy."

Li Hao was momentarily stunned, then understood.

In later ages, Houtu would be the great deity governing the changes of mountains, earth, and lands, as well as all mountain gods and earth spirits—the very Mother of the Earth.

The barren and broken state of the West would naturally trigger her discomfort.

Li Hao frowned.

"Elder Sister, how about you go farther away and wait for us?"

"We'll find the treasure and then come find you, alright?"

Houtu shook her head. "No need! I'll go with you. It's just that my heart feels uneasy, not that my body is suffering!"

As Houtu said, this place only made her feel somewhat unsettled inside.

It hadn't harmed her body, or else she wouldn't have stayed.

Of course, even if it truly harmed her body, she would never leave her precious little brother.

Her brother had to stay within her line of sight at all times.

There were far too many sly fox demons in the Primordial Era.

Just at Purple Cloud Palace alone, she had run into a big and a little Fox Demon.

She had to be careful not to let someone else steal her brother away.

Li Hao nodded, then looked around.

He knew there was treasure in the West, but he had no idea where exactly it was.

If he searched blindly, who knew how long it would take.

Still, he couldn't just stand there pondering; he had to take action first.

Without action, he would never find it.

Leading the Ancestor Witches in circles, crossing rivers and climbing mountains, they searched for a full thirty years without finding anything.

One day, Li Hao sat dejectedly by a lake.

He threw stones into the water in frustration.

Houtu watched with a pained heart, wanting to comfort him but not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, Li Hao's whole body trembled, and he froze completely.

It wasn't that he had thought of something, but rather that in that very instant, he seemed to catch a whiff of an exotic fragrance wafting toward him.

It was brief, yet extremely rich.

He could be certain that this was no ordinary thing.

But where had this thing come from?

Just as he was wondering, the system prompt sounded.

[Detected host discovering a Primordial Object.]

Li Hao looked around but found nothing.

He knew the system had more to say.

So he waited quietly.

A moment later.

[The Primordial Object is blocked by a restriction. If the host requires it, 150,000 Points may be spent to remove it.]

Li Hao sneered inwardly. Just as he'd expected.

He had long since figured out the system's tricks.

It always said half and left half unsaid—wasn't it just after his Points?

Fine, fine, take them then.

He decisively chose to spend the Points to remove it. What else could he do?

Now that he knew a Primordial Object existed, could he really give up?

Besides, Li Hao was genuinely looking forward to it.

This was by a lake. What could grow in water besides a lotus?

The reason for his anticipation was mainly that Jieyin was said to have been born from a white lotus in the Western Lands.

Of course, that white lotus wasn't anything rare.

But what came with the white lotus was a true treasure.

That was the Bodhi Tree, one of the Ten Primordial Spiritual Roots.

In other words, Zhunti's original form.

Speaking of which, for Zhunti to have taken shape was a matter of fortunate destiny.

Cultivation was hard; taking shape was even harder.

Whether a Primordial Object could take shape was mostly predetermined.

Beyond that predetermination, unless one possessed immense fortunate destiny, there was basically no chance of taking shape.

Even the Bodhi Tree, one of the Ten Primordial Spiritual Roots, was no exception.

Chapter 33: Zhunti: Senior Brother, I feel very unwell, but I can't say why

Just as Li Hao chose to remove the restriction.

Not far away, Dijiang, like Houtu, was secretly worrying about Li Hao in his heart.

Thirteenth Brother looked really discouraged.

But thinking about it, it made sense. He had led everyone for so long.

And found nothing. Even if the elder brothers didn't bring it up.

He must be feeling terrible inside, right?

How could he comfort him?

Dijiang slowly stepped forward.

Just as he was about to speak, a beam of Geng Metal Qi suddenly rose.

Blazing and brilliant, the light stabbed straight into the eyes.

Dijiang instinctively shielded his eyes, leaving only a tiny gap between his fingers to watch.

As the light appeared, surrounding misty vapors surged upward.

In an instant, a riot of colors bloomed, as if stepping into a fairyland.

Soon.

The light faded, the mist scattered.

A towering Bodhi Tree leaped into view, blotting out the sky.

The tree was nearly a million zhang tall, its canopy covering at least a hundred million li in breadth.

Within the canopy, traces of Geng Metal Qi could be seen flowing.

Along with clouds and rosy clouds flying together, spiritual light flickering.

It was truly profound beyond measure, with boundless wondrous principles.

The Ancestor Witches now also noticed this sight.

Some were shocked, some sighed, and some beat their chests in regret.