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

Zhu Rong was delighted and made it clear that while Third Brother might be useless at everything else, he was definitely reliable in a fight.

"Whenever something happens in the future, just come to Third Brother for help. Third Brother will certainly beat your opponent into complete submission."

Li Hao nodded with exaggerated solemnity. "Help me?"

It'll be good enough if you don't make me help you in the future!

He then looked at the gathered Ancestor Witches, finding that not a single one was missing, and said solemnly, "Brothers and sisters, I have something to say. It concerns the Witch Tribe."

Seeing his little brother being so serious, Dijiang nodded with a smile. He was just about to say something when he heard what came next. His smile immediately faded, and he began listening attentively.

Li Hao repeatedly considered his wording before finally saying with a serious expression, "I have a premonition that our Witch Tribe will definitely become the protagonists of Heaven and Earth."

Zhu Rong burst out laughing.

"Do you even need a premonition for that? Our Witch Tribe is obviously the protagonist of Heaven and Earth."

Zhu Rong did not think too much about it, but Dijiang was different. He had clearly heard the meaning behind his little brother's words.

At the same time, he knew very well that whenever the protagonist of Heaven and Earth appeared, a calamity would inevitably follow.

Thus, being the protagonist of Heaven and Earth only sounded pleasant. In reality, it was a disaster rather than a blessing.

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

Li Hao was extremely surprised. He looked at Dijiang in disbelief but said nothing, merely nodding firmly.

At the same time, he sighed inwardly.

So the Witch Tribe has intelligent people after all.

They aren't all muscle-bound idiots!

From the looks of it, Dijiang might have discovered these problems long ago, but he had been unable to solve them.

In the end, he could only choose to follow the course of events in the prehistoric novels and fight it out.

After all, this was a war between two tribes, unlike the three tribes' confrontation during the Dragon and Han Calamity.

Their chances were relatively better.

Seeing him nod, Dijiang pressed on, "Since little brother has brought this up, do you have a solution?"

"There is indeed no way to completely escape the calamity," Li Hao said firmly when asked about the crucial point again.

Upon hearing this, Dijiang immediately became dejected. It was as though all the spirit had been drained from his body.

But then Li Hao continued, "However, we can increase our chances of escaping alive!"

"What method?" Dijiang asked anxiously at once.

He did not mind Li Hao's habit of keeping everyone in suspense until the very end.

"The entire tribe only needs to practice the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique!"

This time, Dijiang was completely deflated.

His little brother was really something. Not only did he keep everyone in suspense, but he also spouted nonsense.

How could an Ancestor Witch not know how powerful the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique was?

The problem was that this technique had been lost long ago, all right?

If it had been passed down, wouldn't the Witch Tribe have practiced it long ago?

Li Hao took in the dejected expressions of all the Ancestor Witches. He looked at them in confusion and asked, "What's wrong? Was I mistaken?"

Zhu Rong glanced at him and said irritably, "You're not wrong! But you didn't need to say it! Do you have the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique or something?"

Li Hao suddenly understood. So that was where the problem lay?

He gave Zhu Rong a faintly amused look. "I do! Did I ever say I didn't?"

Zhu Rong seemed unable to believe his ears. He vigorously dug at them. "You have the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique or something?"

"That's right! I have the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique!" Li Hao confirmed again, caught between laughter and tears. "Stop digging at your ears. Even if you dig straight through them, having it means having it, and not having it means not having it!"

All the Ancestor Witches looked incredulous. They stared fixedly at Li Hao with their eyes wide open.

Li Hao rolled his eyes. "What? You don't believe me?"

"Then see for yourselves. Don't blink!"

Li Hao circulated his magical power and projected the Ninth Set of Divine Demon Broadcast Gymnastics, or rather, the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique, imprinted within his Primordial Spirit.

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

The ten Ancestor Witches other than Xuanming and Houtu stared excitedly at the true words covering the Ancestor Witch Hall.

They were naturally born with an incomplete version of the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique—the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

Thus, they could identify the technique's authenticity at a glance.

At that moment, their hearts burned with excitement. These scriptures were indeed the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique.

Just as the Ancestor Witches were marveling at it, the Pangu Phantom suddenly appeared and began demonstrating all kinds of strange movements.

At that moment, Zhu Rong suddenly shouted with a strange expression, "I, Zhu Rong, will never learn this technique! It's too ugly!"

The others looked at Zhu Rong in confusion.

Ugly? It was all right, wasn't it?

Why care about such a thing? As long as it could increase their strength, that was enough.

Thus, they all began following the Pangu Phantom and striking the poses.

Zhu Rong looked at everyone with disdain and stubbornly declared, "I, Zhu Rong, would rather die—die outside—than ever practice this technique!"

Chapter 6: Zhu Rong: Holy crap! It really is amazing

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

Unexpectedly, after practicing for only a short while, they all felt that their physical bodies had improved tremendously.

Their eyes lit up, and they practiced with even greater seriousness and vigor.

Zhu Rong stood alone to one side. He went from disdainful at first to anxious later, but no one paid him any attention. They simply had no time for him.

He really was beginning to panic. At the start, Zhu Rong had indeed been completely unconcerned.

Once this was promoted throughout the tribe, it meant that the Ancestor Witches would have to lead their clansmen in practicing together.

With movements this ugly, he absolutely refused. It was far too embarrassing.

This technique definitely could not be the genuine Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique.

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

However, as time passed, Zhu Rong discovered that his brothers' auras and the power contained within their physical bodies were at least twice as strong as before.

Now Zhu Rong was truly anxious. If he had known it would have such an effect, who would care whether it looked good or bad? He could simply practice it!

He had considered going over and practicing with them as though nothing had happened.

But words spoken were like water spilled. How could he deny them right after saying them?

Zhu Rong could only honestly remain off to one side, hoping that one of his brothers would step forward and pull him out of this predicament, giving him a way down.

But he waited and waited, and no one came out. They did not even spare him a glance.

This made Zhu Rong frantic. He was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet!

As First Brother, Dijiang naturally understood his younger brothers and sisters. In fact, he had been watching Zhu Rong's movements all along.

He had deliberately wanted to make the fellow suffer a little and leave him hanging.

Seeing that Zhu Rong had begun to grow anxious, he knew the time had come. He circulated his Divine Power and arrived beside Zhu Rong.

He raised his hand and smacked Zhu Rong twice on the head, snarling, "Are you practicing or not? Are you practicing or not?"

"I'll practice, I'll practice! Isn't it enough that I'm practicing?" Zhu Rong covered his head and walked toward the crowd timidly. Though his words were reluctant, his face was full of smiles.

After following the phantom in practice for a while, Zhu Rong was utterly shocked!

Holy crap! It really is amazing!

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique! It's terrifyingly powerful!

Time passed differently in the Primordial Era.

One hundred thousand years had passed since the Twelve Ancestor Witches began practicing the Ninth Set of Divine Demon Broadcast Gymnastics together.

During that time, they had even abandoned their original Dao Bodies and chosen humanoid Dao Bodies like Li Hao's.

No one had asked them to. It was mainly because this kind of form... was convenient.

Compared to the strange, half-human, half-beast forms or Dao Bodies combining two beasts,

it was simply worlds apart, wasn't it?

Movements that had once felt complicated could now be performed with ease.

One hundred thousand years—an entire one hundred thousand years—the Twelve Ancestor Witches had not appeared within the Witch Tribe.

If Dijiang had not occasionally sent out a voice transmission, the Great Witches might even have thought that the Ancestor Witches had already passed away.

At that moment, a giant man holding a snake in each hand stood outside the Ancestor Witch Hall alongside a man wielding a red divine bow, his arms extraordinarily thick.

Ten thousand years earlier, when the Witch Tribe had been leaderless and was on the verge of falling into chaos, Dijiang had sent a voice transmission from inside the Ancestor Witch Hall, informing the members of the Witch Tribe and the Great Witches.

There was no need to worry. The Ancestor Witches were cultivating in secluded meditation inside the Ancestor Witch Hall. Unless absolutely necessary, they must not be disturbed.

Once these words were spoken, the Witch Tribe suddenly seemed to have gained a pillar of support and immediately calmed down.

The Great Witches quickly realized that since the Ancestor Witches were in secluded cultivation, it would be best to arrange some necessary measures to guard them.

They immediately decided that the Great Witches would take turns standing guard. The snake-holding giant and the bow-wielding man were the Great Witches assigned to protect the Ancestor Witch Hall over the following ten thousand years: Kuafu and Dayi.

"Big Brother Kuafu, how much longer do you think it will be before the Ancestor Witches emerge from seclusion?"

Dayi looked at the Ancestor Witch Hall with some worry.

"How would I know about something like that? 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 looked at the Ancestor Witch Hall as well before speaking.