Primordial Era: Starting with Self-Created Mythical Great Luo Law

Standing atop the clouds was a cultivator in a blue robe, none other than the Azure Lotus Daoist who had departed for the north after bidding farewell to the Eastern King Duke. In just a few days, he had already crossed the Antarctic boundary.

At this moment, Daoist Qinglian suddenly stopped on the cloud, his gaze seemingly smiling yet not smiling, fixed on a certain point in the void. His voice was calm yet clear: "Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch, has been following me for many days. Why not show yourself and have a chat?"

As soon as he left the Chunyang Sect's mountain gate, he sensed a scorching aura following closely behind him, with raging crimson flames and swirling burning winds—such a phenomenon could only be found by Zhu Rong, the ancestral god of fire.

Antarctica is rarely visited by powerful figures, and no one else would dare to follow it so brazenly.

It turns out that the fact that Daoist Qinglian and Duke Dongwang had performed magic to break the formation and seize the blessed land within the Chunyang Sect had already alarmed Zhurong.

If his tribe had not had no connection with the Chunyang Sect, and if Zhu Rong had not been unwilling to provoke two top Dao Lords over trivial matters, thus inviting Gong Gong to ridicule him for being reckless and damaging the reputation of the Wu tribe, he would not have stood idly by.

Zhu Rong, however, was fiery and resentful, and his anger had been suppressed for a long time.

Seeing that Daoist Qinglian had left the sect alone, I could no longer restrain myself and secretly followed him, wanting to test his abilities and then decide how to deal with the Chunyang Sect in the future.

"You're quite the audacious Qinglian Daoist—let this sorceress test your mettle!"

Before the words were finished, the void suddenly cracked open, and a figure stepped out: a beast-headed human body, covered in red scales, with fire snakes wrapped around each ear, and a raging fire dragon under his feet.

His eyes burned with rage, his fighting spirit boiling. He swung his divine fire staff without mercy, aiming straight for the face of the Green Lotus Daoist!

Qinglian Daoist felt a slight anger in his heart—what a ancestral witch of the Wu clan! He didn't ask for any reason before striking! If he didn't curb his arrogance today, people would think he was easy to bully! He immediately flicked his sleeves, and the Innate Five Elements Divine Diagram unfolded in the air, meeting the flaming staff.

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion shook the entire world, mountains trembled, and rivers flowed backward. Five-colored divine light and Ninefold True Fire burst forth in all directions, and in an instant, the two were locked in a fierce battle.

One possessed profound roots, wielding the innate Five Elements True Scripture; with the unfolding of the divine diagram, the interactions of the Five Elements were entirely under his control. The other was formed from the fire essence of the Witch Clan, his body as solid as cast iron, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens, able to withstand the force of the Great Dao without yielding a single step. The fierce battle raged on for a long time, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

Zhu Rong roared furiously, his voice shaking the heavens: "Ninefold Divine Fire, ignite!"

Before he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of crimson-black flames, which expanded upon contact with the wind and instantly spread like wildfire. Black smoke billowed, and the fire raged, engulfing the surrounding thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

Ninefold Divine Fire!

The Azure Lotus Daoist's eyes suddenly turned cold, his tongue slightly protruding, and a clear shout pierced the air: "The Five Elements and Five Colors Divine Light of the Primordial Heaven, manifest!"

Divine light spread out in response, sweeping across the sky like a rainbow—in an instant, all the surging Ninefold Divine Fire was annihilated, leaving not even a wisp of ember.

No matter how domineering and fierce Zhurong's Ninefold Divine Fire, which burns all things, is, once it collides with the divine light formed from the origin of the five elements, it is like snow falling into boiling water, silently and completely turning into nothingness.

Seeing that Zhu Rong could not obtain this light, the Azure Lotus Daoist smiled slightly and said in a calm and unhurried voice, "I have long admired the unparalleled true form of the Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan. Now that I have met the Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong, I wonder if you would be so kind as to reveal your true form and display the power of the strongest physical body in the primordial world?"

In terms of refining the body to attain enlightenment, since the beginning of chaos, only the true forms of the three thousand demon gods and the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan have been able to directly reach the origin of the Great Dao.

Even the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," the mountain-suppressing offensive technique of the Chan Sect, and the "Nine Grades Profound Technique," a secret manual of Buddhism, subtly inherit the principles of bone and muscle training from the body of the Ancestral Witch—demonstrating the unfathomable depth of their foundation. Qinglian Daoist had long harbored this thought in his heart, waiting only to witness it firsthand.

On a distant mountain peak, a woman in yellow stood quietly in the wind, her skirt fluttering gently. Her aura was serene and dignified, untouched by worldly clamor. She saw the Green Lotus Taoist speaking vehemently to her, and her heart tightened; she sighed inwardly.

"The Wu Clan has just emerged from the Netherworld, and its foundation is not yet stable. How can it easily offend such powerful figures? This Qinglian Daoist's cultivation is unfathomable, and he has a close relationship with many Daoist friends under Hongjun. If you act rashly, I fear you will bring great disaster upon the clan."

Thinking of this, she dared not hesitate any longer. Her figure swayed slightly, and a divine light suddenly shone forth as she stood between the two men.

"Hou Tu of the Wu Clan pays respects to the True Man Qinglian. I humbly request your understanding and forgiveness."

"Brother, how can you be so disrespectful to a true master!"

The visitor was none other than Houtu, the ancestral witch. Not wanting Zhurong to get himself into trouble due to his momentary anger, she personally appeared to mediate—otherwise, this dispute might have truly escalated into a fight to the death.

"Houtu, the Ancestral Witch!"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Qinglian was taken aback and turned his gaze like lightning: He saw a woman in yellow standing in front of Zhu Rong, with wide sleeves hanging down, her demeanor dignified, and there was no trace of ferocity in her body. Instead, a warm and calm aura, like that of the earth, flowed slowly around her.

"She truly is the Empress of Heaven and Earth... If she hadn't been born into the Witch Clan and didn't cultivate her primordial spirit, with just this foundation of Daoist wisdom, she might very well have attained the Great Luo Realm of Primordial Chaos in the future."

The Azure Lotus Daoist remained composed, raised his hand and bowed respectfully, performing a proper Daoist salute: "Azure Lotus greets Fellow Daoist Houtu. May I ask what brings you here?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Rong's face darkened, and he coldly snorted, "Hmph! Qinglian Daoist, remember this today—one day you will see for yourself just how domineering the true form of the Ancestral Witch truly is!"

After speaking, he leaned close to Houtu and whispered a few words. Then, the Nine Flames Divine Fire around him suddenly burst into flames. He glared at the Green Lotus Daoist, turned around, and transformed into a red shadow, heading straight for the Zhurong tribe.

Zhu Rong was as fiery as fire. When his temper flared up, he would often resort to fists and kicks, not only against Qinglian Daoren, but also against other ancestral witches, over a single disagreement.

However, there were two people who could make him retract his claws and quell his flames—one was the Ancestral Witch Dijiang, who was the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and was always revered by Zhurong; the other was the Houtu in front of him.

She was naturally gentle and kind, and all the ancestral witches regarded her as their closest relative, especially Zhu Rong. It was precisely because of consideration for Houtu's reputation that she suppressed her anger and did not openly break off relations.

"Very well. I will await that day."

The Azure Lotus Daoist spoke calmly, yet showed no sign of backing down. It's no wonder that these powerful figures have always kept their distance from the Witch Clan—they're quick to draw their fists and attack at the slightest disagreement; with such a temperament, which cultivator would want to befriend them?

Houtu shook her head and smiled bitterly, saying softly, "Brother Zhurong has always been like this, I hope you won't take it to heart."

"Since you have spoken, I will naturally find peace of mind."

After a pause, the Azure Lotus Daoist's eyes flickered slightly, and he said slowly, "However, I have another request—I wish to visit the Witch Clan tribe to personally witness the grandeur of this ancient race. I wonder if you would grant my request?"

He had no intention of befriending each of the twelve ancestral witches, but by interacting only with Houtu and taking the opportunity to observe the tribe's customs, he might be able to glimpse the essence of the witch clan.

"Is the real person going to... personally visit the Houtu tribe?" Houtu asked, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Those who cultivate the Dao have always avoided the Witch Clan like the plague, and very few with great supernatural powers have ever set foot in the Witch Clan's territory. When she suddenly heard Daoist Qinglian express his willingness to go, she was indeed slightly shaken.