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

Zhu Rong was overjoyed and stated unequivocally, "Third Brother might not be good at much else, but when it comes to fighting, I'm absolutely reliable."

"From now on, if anything comes up, just come to Third Brother for help. I'll make sure to deal with your opponent until they're completely submissive."

Li Hao nodded hypocritically. Help me? As long as I don't have to help you in the future, that's a blessing!

Then, looking at the gathered Ancestor Witches, all present and accounted for, he said solemnly, "Brothers and sisters, I have something to say—a matter concerning the Witch Tribe."

Dijiang, seeing his youngest brother so formal, smiled and nodded. He was about to say something when he heard the latter part of the statement. He immediately withdrew his smile and listened intently.

Li Hao carefully weighed his words before speaking with a grave expression. "I have a premonition that our Witch Tribe is destined to become the protagonists of heaven and earth."

Zhu Rong burst out laughing.

"Do you even need a premonition for that? Of course our Witch Tribe are the protagonists of heaven and earth."

Zhu Rong didn't bother to think much about it, but Dijiang was different. He clearly caught the implication in his youngest brother's words.

At the same time, he was well aware that whenever the protagonists of heaven and earth emerged, a great tribulation would follow.

So, being the protagonist of heaven and earth sounded nice, but in reality, it was a curse, not a blessing.

After pondering for a moment, Dijiang looked at Li Hao and asked, "Little brother, do you think our Witch Tribe will ultimately be destroyed?"

Li Hao was startled. He looked at Dijiang with disbelief, said nothing, but nodded affirmatively.

At the same time, he sighed inwardly.

It seemed the Witch Tribe did have intelligent people after all.

Not all of them were muscle-bound fools!

From the looks of it, Dijiang might have already noticed these problems long ago, but was simply powerless to solve them.

In the end, he could only choose to follow the same course as in the Primordial Era novels—to gamble everything on a fight.

After all, it was a war between two tribes, unlike the Three Clans' standoff during the Dragon-Han Era.

The chances were relatively greater.

Seeing him nod, Dijiang pressed further. "Since you've brought this up, little brother, do you have a solution?"

"There truly is no way to completely escape the calamity."

When the key point was raised again, Li Hao answered with certainty.

Hearing this, Dijiang immediately became dejected, as if all his spirit had drained away.

But then, Li Hao continued, "However, we can increase our chances of surviving it!"

"What method?" Dijiang asked urgently, without a trace of impatience at Li Hao's breathless, drawn-out way of speaking.

"Have the entire tribe cultivate the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique—that will do!"

At this, Dijiang was completely deflated.

This youngest brother of his really had a way of talking in circles and spouting nonsense.

As an Ancestor Witch, how could he not know the power of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique?

The problem was, this technique had long been lost, hadn't it?

If it had been passed down, wouldn't the Witch Tribe have already been practicing it?

Li Hao took in the dejected expressions of all the Ancestor Witches. Puzzled, he looked at them and asked, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Zhu Rong shot him a glance and said irritably, "The words aren't wrong! But you didn't need to say them! What, do you actually have the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique or something?"

Li Hao suddenly understood. So that was the problem?

He gave Zhu Rong a knowing, half-smiling look. "I do have it! Did I ever say I didn't?"

Zhu Rong looked as if he couldn't believe his ears and vigorously dug at them. "You have the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique?!"

"Yes! I have the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique!" Li Hao confirmed again, amused and exasperated. "Stop digging at your ears. Even if you dig a hole through them, having it means having it, and not having it means not having it!"

All the Ancestor Witches stared at Li Hao in disbelief, their eyes wide open, fixed on him.

Li Hao rolled his eyes. "What? Can't believe it?"

"Then take a look for yourselves. Don't blink!"

Li Hao channeled his magical power and projected the Ninth Set of Divine Demon Broadcast Gymnastics—the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique—imprinted in his Primordial Spirit.

In an instant, countless scriptures materialized, filling the Ancestor Witch Hall.

The ten Ancestor Witches other than Xuanming and Houtu looked excitedly at the true words covering the hall.

They were born with a crippled version of the Nine Heavens Art, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

Naturally, they could discern the authenticity of the technique at a glance.

At this moment, their hearts burned with fervor. These scriptures were undoubtedly the genuine Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique.

Just as the Ancestor Witches were marveling, a Pangu Phantom suddenly appeared and began demonstrating a series of bizarre movements.

At this moment, Zhu Rong suddenly shouted with a strange expression, "I! Zhu Rong! Will absolutely never learn this kind of technique! It's too ugly!"

The others looked at Zhu Rong, not understanding what he meant.

Ugly? It's not that bad, is it?

What was there to care about? As long as it could improve strength, that was enough.

So, they all began to follow the Pangu Phantom, mimicking its movements.

Zhu Rong glanced disdainfully at the crowd, stiffening his neck as he said, "I! Zhu Rong! Would rather die! Die out there! Than ever practice this kind of technique!"

Chapter 6: Zhu Rong: Damn! It's Actually Good

The Ancestor Witches followed the Pangu Phantom in continuous practice, deepening their memories.

And indeed, after just a short while of training, they all felt a tremendous improvement in their physical bodies.

Their eyes lit up, and they practiced even more earnestly and diligently.

Zhu Rong stood alone off to the side, going from initial disdain to later anxiety, but no one paid him any attention—they simply had no time for him.

He was indeed starting to get anxious. At first, Zhu Rong truly couldn't care less.

This thing was meant to be promoted across the entire tribe, which meant the Ancestor Witches had to lead their people in practicing it together.

Such ugly movements—he absolutely refused. It was too embarrassing.

This technique definitely couldn't be the authentic Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique.

After all, what kind of existence was Father God Pangu? How could He possibly make such ugly movements?

However, as time passed, Zhu Rong noticed that his brothers' auras and the power contained in their physical bodies had at least doubled compared to before.

Now Zhu Rong was panicking. If he'd known it had such effects, who would care whether it looked good or ugly? Just practice it and be done!

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about casually walking over to join in.

But words spoken were like water spilled—how could he take back what he'd just said moments ago?

Zhu Rong had no choice but to obediently stay on the sidelines, hoping some brother would step up and give him a way out, an excuse to save face.

But he waited and waited, and no one came. They didn't even glance his way.

This drove Zhu Rong frantic, stomping his feet in agitation!

Dijiang, as the First Brother, naturally understood his younger siblings. In truth, he had been keeping an eye on Zhu Rong's movements all along.

He deliberately wanted to make this guy suffer a bit, let him stew.

Seeing that Zhu Rong was starting to panic, Dijiang knew the time was right. He activated his divine ability and appeared beside Zhu Rong.

He raised his hand and smacked him twice on the head, saying fiercely, "Will you practice? Will you practice?"

"I'll practice, I'll practice! Isn't that enough?" Zhu Rong covered his head, meekly walking toward the crowd. Though his voice sounded reluctant, his face was full of smiles.

After following the phantom and practicing for a short while, Zhu Rong's face showed utter shock!

Damn! It's actually good!

Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique! Terrifying beyond words!

Time in the Primordial Era was immeasurable.

Since the Twelve Ancestor Witches began collectively practicing the Ninth Set of Divine Demon Broadcast Gymnastics, a hundred thousand years had passed.

During this time, they had even abandoned their original Dao Bodies, choosing instead a human-shaped Dao Body like Li Hao's.

No one had demanded this; it was mainly because this form... was convenient.

Compared to the bizarre half-human, half-beast forms, or Dao Bodies combining two beasts, The difference was like heaven and earth, wasn't it?

Movements that once felt complex could now be performed with ease.

For a hundred thousand years—a full hundred thousand years—the Twelve Ancestor Witches had not appeared within the Witch Tribe.

If not for Dijiang occasionally transmitting his voice out, the Great Witches might have thought the Ancestor Witches had already passed away.

At this moment, a giant man holding a snake in each hand stood outside the Ancestor Witch Hall alongside another man wielding a crimson divine bow, his arms exceptionally thick.

Ten thousand years ago, when the Witch Tribe was leaderless and on the verge of chaos, Dijiang had transmitted his voice from the Ancestor Witch Hall, informing the Witch Tribe and the Great Witches:

No need to worry. The Ancestor Witches were in seclusion within the Ancestor Witch Hall, cultivating deeply. Unless necessary, they must not be disturbed.

With these words, the entire Witch Tribe seemed to find its backbone, instantly calming down.

The Great Witches quickly realized that since the Ancestor Witches were in seclusion, it would be best to arrange some necessary protective measures.

They immediately decided that the Great Witches would take turns guarding the hall. The snake-wielding giant and the bow-wielding man were the Great Witches Kuafu and Dayi, who would guard the Ancestor Witch Hall for the next ten thousand years.

"Brother Kuafu, when do you think the Ancestor Witches will emerge from seclusion?"

Dayi looked at the Ancestor Witch Hall with some concern.

"How would I know such a thing? I imagine it should be soon. Haven't you noticed that the aura leaking from the Ancestor Witch Hall has grown increasingly powerful in recent years?" Kuafu also glanced at the Ancestor Witch Hall before speaking.