Primordial Era: If I remain in Longevity Mountain, I will steadily attain sainthood.

Chapter 7 The Treasure Vault of the Witch Clan

His punch landed on Hongyun, but at that very moment, a wisp of faint cloud-like energy suddenly emerged from Hongyun's body.

Zhu Rong's punch landed on the clouds, but it was as if he had hit a ball of cotton, unable to absorb any force.

This left Zhu Rong both surprised, bewildered, and distressed.

"Again!"

However, after realizing what was happening, Zhu Rong's eyes lit up, and with a loud shout, she threw another punch at Hong Yun.

This time, however, Zhu Rong showed no mercy.

That punch used almost half of his strength.

However, Hongyun did not dodge or evade, and used the same trick again, with a cloud of mist rising from her body, but it was thicker than before.

He caught Zhu Rong's punch again.

Zhu Rong refused to believe in evil and began to attack with all his might. Seeing this, Hong Yun dared not be careless anymore. He wrapped his hand with magic power and also threw a punch.

The two fists collided.

Like a bolt from the blue, a loud bang resounded, and both of them were jolted and staggered backward.

This exchange ended in a draw, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Putting aside Zhu Rong's surprise, Hong Yun couldn't help but think to himself that the Ancestral Witch's body-refining method was indeed brilliant.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal, with a powerful origin that made his physical body much stronger as well.

He really couldn't withstand Zhu Rong's punch; this arm would probably be shattered in an instant.

Where else can we be compared to Zhu Rong, where we can fight on par with him?

Next, Zhu Rong, who was gradually getting carried away, began to attack relentlessly, while Hong Yun countered each move and fought back against Zhu Rong.

The battle was fierce, but overall, the situation remained evenly matched.

Hongyun's physical body was naturally inferior to Zhurong's Ancestral Witch Body, but it was still quite good. With the support of his magical cultivation and the protection of his protective divine powers, he was able to withstand Zhurong's attacks.

They can even launch a counterattack at times.

However, Hongyun's counterattack was somewhat unpleasant for Zhurong, because Hongyun's magic was a bit strange. When it attacked him, clouds of energy would envelop his body.

These clouds seemed to be everywhere, unable to penetrate the body, but always trying to get into the pores, making the body unbearably itchy.

Zhu Rong had no choice but to close all the pores on his body, which barely alleviated the uncomfortable feeling.

The battle raged on for a long time, with Hongyun always in a state of ease. The Ancestral Witches also realized that Hongyun had not yet exerted his full strength. The reason he kept fighting with Zhurong seemed to be that he was learning Zhurong's fighting methods.

This Red Cloud Daoist actually likes their Wu Clan's hand-to-hand combat techniques? This undoubtedly increased the favorability of the Ancestral Witches towards Red Cloud.

The two fought spectacularly, and the ancestral witches enjoyed watching it. Hongyun learned a lot, but Zhurong was not happy at all.

"Brother Hongyun, watch out! I'll show you the divine fire of Zhurong!" Zhurong suddenly forced Hongyun back.

Then, with a loud shout, Zhu Rong summoned a fire dragon out of thin air, which then attacked Hong Yun.

This "fire dragon" is actually a magical attack.

Logically speaking, the Wu tribe specializes in physical cultivation and has no magic, but they inherit the bloodline of Pangu, and the power of laws is imprinted in their bloodline.

This resulted in each of these ancestral witches possessing unique skills. For example, Dijiang, the ancestral witch of space, could manipulate space and travel through it at extremely high speeds.

And after transforming into the true form of the Ancestral Witch, it will become even stronger.

The Time God Zhu Jiuyin could manipulate time and foresee the future, among other things.

The other ancestral witches, such as Gonggong (the water ancestor), Xuanming (the rain ancestor), and Houtu (the earth ancestor), each control a law.

The twelve ancestral witches each possessed a different set of laws.

Zhu Rong was the ancestral witch who controlled the law of fire, and the "fire dragon" he summoned was formed by the power of the law.

Its power is self-evident.

Seeing that Zhu Rong had even used the laws of nature, the ancestral witches, who had been watching with a relaxed attitude, couldn't help but become more alert.

However, they were prepared to intervene at any time, in case Zhu Rong really hurt Hong Yun.

Unexpectedly, Hongyun burst into laughter and struck out with his palm, shocking all the Ancestral Witches.

Hongyun's palm strike unleashed a powerful fire element, transforming into a fire phoenix.

The dragon and the phoenix, both formed from the laws of nature, collided with each other with a deafening roar.

For a time, they were evenly matched, each destroying the other.

Zhu Rong stared wide-eyed, forgetting to attack, and stared blankly at the scene, trying to extinguish the fire with fire?

Seeing this, Hongyun took the opportunity to stop and leave the arena.

"I didn't expect you to know the Laws of Fire, Hongyun." After a moment, Zhu Rong, who had finally come to his senses, said to Hongyun.

Hongyun waved his hand and said, "It still can't compare to your mastery of the laws of fire, Zhurong."

Zhu Rong was truly convinced. He couldn't beat Hong Yun in a fight, and even after using the laws of the universe, he still couldn't win.

What's the point of pretending to be strong now?

However, Zhu Rong was shameless enough to ask Hong Yun for guidance on the laws of fire.

Hongyun shared her knowledge openly with Zhurong, discussing the topic together.

The other Ancestral Witches also joined in, and in a short time, Hongyun and the group of Ancestral Witches became increasingly close.

Even Xuanming, the ancestral witch of rain who was usually somewhat aloof, looked at Hongyun with a different kind of respect.

As they chatted, Dijiang said, "By the way, Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you cultivate the primordial spirit. Our Wu Clan's treasure trove has collected some treasures. Why don't you go and choose one later? It would be a return gift for drinking your Enlightenment Tea."

At this time, Dijiang did not have the idea of ​​dominating the prehistoric world, but he was happy to befriend a strong person like Hongyun.

After all, the Ancestral Witches do not lack a primordial spirit, but rather a mind. Making more friends is a survival rule in any world without exception.

Those who constantly clamor to be enemies with the whole world are the real fools. The Witch Clan also has friends.

Hongyun was intrigued by what Dijiang said, after all, who knew what treasures were hidden in the Wu Clan's treasury?

If we can obtain a powerful magic weapon, then this trip will truly be worthwhile.

"Haha, then thank you very much, Brother Dijiang." Hongyun readily agreed without being polite.

Seeing that he agreed so readily, the ancestral witches couldn't help but laugh in unison.

However, Hongyun's personality and temperament were indeed very much to their liking; otherwise, if it were another cultivator, they would not have been able to gain such unanimous approval.

Not long after, Houtu led Hongyun to the Wu Clan's treasure vault.

The Wu Clan's treasury indeed contained a great many treasures, mostly acquired magical artifacts. However, there were also quite a few innate spiritual treasures.

It is unknown whether the Ancestral Witches have any more hidden treasures, but with a sweep of their divine sense, they discovered the auras of more than twenty kinds of innate spiritual treasures.

The Wu Clan is truly wealthy and powerful! Hongyun was about to walk towards the place where the innate spiritual treasures were displayed.

But as they passed a ruler, they suddenly sensed something and stopped.

"This is……"

Hongyun stared at the ruler in surprise. The ruler wasn't very long, less than ten feet, and it was leaning against the side, covered in dust.

(End of this chapter)