At dusk, the young lady sensed Wu Chu's presence and returned to Purple Jade Mountain.
After several epochs apart, she was still the same as before—calm on the outside, fiery within. She directly snatched her Brother A Chu away from Little Moon Spirit.
In the courtyard where she lived, formation light cascaded down. Within her chamber, Wu Chu plucked sun, moon, and stars with his palm, mounted his horse and brandished his spear as he crossed the hidden gate.
They exchanged blows for N rounds. After experiencing the growth in each other's physical strength, both expressed satisfaction and found immense fulfillment.
Playing with the young lady's hair, Wu Chu listened as she spoke of the tribe's development over the years. With the peace and stability the Primordial World had enjoyed in recent years, the Witch Clan had developed faster and faster, especially with the plans Wu Chu had once made for them.
The Witch Clan only needed to continue developing step by step.
Unfortunately, this was a world centered on cultivation.
If someone had developed science, then after all these long years, who knew how far science might have advanced, or what the Primordial World might have become.
Wu Chu had once considered developing science as well, but in the end, nothing came of it.
For one thing, knowledge of physics and chemistry had not earned him any Merit.
Wu Chu found that rather absurd. If writing counted as cultural inheritance, then physics and chemistry involved the transformation of force and matter. How could that not earn Merit?
That was also why he had completely abandoned the idea of developing science in this world.
He suspected that the development of physics and chemistry might bring some unforeseen destruction to the Primordial World, much like what had happened on Earth in