Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

Xuanbao sat upright on the imperial throne, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds and landing on the rapidly expanding Jiuli tribe in the southwest.

"Not fast enough." Xuanbao muttered to himself, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest. "Chi You needs to become stronger, strong enough to make the entire prehistoric world take notice. Only then can that grand show truly be spectacular."

He stood up, took a step, and his figure disappeared from the Lingxiao Palace.

The next moment, Xuanbao's figure appeared deep within the Netherworld, in Houtu's Pingxin Palace.

Houtu seemed to have anticipated his arrival, and was sitting quietly on a futon with a pot of warm Yellow Spring Tea in front of her. Seeing Xuanbao arrive, she smiled slightly and gestured, "Sit."

Xuanbao didn't stand on ceremony. He sat down cross-legged, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. The Yellow Spring Tea was slightly bitter at first, but then it transformed into a warm current that slid down his throat and into his stomach, bringing peace to his mind.

"You don't come to the temple without a reason." Houtu Niangniang looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Speak, what do you need my help with this time?"

Xuanbao put down his teacup and said seriously, "Sister Houtu, you are wise. I have come here to ask you for some manpower."

"Borrow someone?" Houtu Niangniang raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"The Witch Clan".

Houtu paused slightly, her hand holding the teacup pausing a little, her gaze filled with doubt: "You want to borrow the Witch Clan? What for?"

Xuanbao didn't hide anything and revealed his plan in detail: "With the birth of Rahu, the Western Sect is unwilling to remain idle and wants to support Chi You in vying for the throne of the Human Emperor. I have secretly communicated with Chi You, instructing him to go along with the plan, feigning allegiance to the Western Sect while actually acting as an inside agent. However, although Chi You has many followers, his strength is still rather weak, making it difficult to stir up much trouble."

Xuanbao paused for a moment, then continued, "Moreover, Chi You has half of his bloodline from the Wu Clan, so it's understandable that the Wu Clan would help him, isn't it?"

Houtu remained silent for a moment, considering the feasibility, then slowly put down her teacup: "How many people do you need?"

"Let's have a dozen or so great shamans, and a hundred thousand shaman soldiers." Xuanbao held up three fingers.

Houtu rolled her eyes at Xuanbao, annoyed. "More than a dozen great witches? Do you want us ancestral witches to come and help you?"

"It's not impossible."

"Alright, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. Haha, there aren't a dozen or so great shamans. I'll select suitable candidates to cooperate with your plan."

"Thank you, Sister Houtu!" Xuanbao bowed and expressed his gratitude.

Xuanbao naturally didn't expect the Wu Clan to actually produce more than a dozen Great Witches, since it would be difficult for the Wu Clan to produce more than a dozen Great Witches now, unless they included Dijiang and the others.

"No need to thank me." Houtu waved her hand. "The fact that the Wu Clan can live in peace in the Netherworld is thanks to you, and your status in the Wu Clan is equivalent to that of us Ancestral Witches. Now that you need manpower, we naturally cannot stand idly by. Moreover... I keep the threat of those Chaos Demons in mind at all times. If we can use this opportunity to buy more time for the Primordial World, it will be worthwhile."

Houtu stood up, walked to the edge of the arena, and looked at the gray, dark world: "I will have Jiufeng, Houyi, Xiangliu, Fengbo, and Yushi, these five great witches, lead the team. They are all elites who survived the great war between the witches and demons, and they are very powerful. I will personally explain the situation to them and have them fully cooperate with Chiyou."

Xuanbao also stood up and said solemnly, "With your words, sister, I am relieved."

Houtu turned around, her eyes filled with a profound meaning: "However, little brother Xuanbao, you must promise me one thing."

"Please speak, sister."

"Protect those sons of the Wu tribe." Houtu Niangniang's voice was heavy. "The Wu tribe cannot afford any more losses. They are my last people."

Xuanbao nodded solemnly: "Sister, don't worry. I won't do anything foolish in the Wu Clan's inner circle."

Houtu looked at him for a long time, then a relieved smile appeared on her face: "I believe in you."

Several days later, deep within the Netherworld, at a hidden gathering place.

Thirteen figures, like thirteen silent mountains, stood amidst the hazy mist. They were all tall, the shortest being at least ten feet tall, the tallest several feet high, like a giant standing between heaven and earth. They exuded a dense aura of killing intent and battle spirit, a unique aura belonging to the Witch Clan, refined from countless life-and-death battles.

Nine Phoenixes, Hou Yi, Xiang Liu, Feng Bo, and Yu Shi—the five great shamans—stood at the very front of the procession.

The five chief shamans were the most outstanding among them.

In particular, Jiu Feng holds a very special position in the Wu Clan. She is the only Great Witch who has the potential to break through to the Ancestral Witch level. After all, she is the younger sister of the powerful Ancestral Witch Qiang Liang and the only member of the Wu Clan who possesses a primordial spirit.

Not only did Jiufeng inherit the powerful physical body and innate supernatural abilities of the Wu Clan, but she also possessed a rare intelligence among the Wu Clan members. After all, she had a primordial spirit, making her one of the top-tier Great Witches. Even Xing Tian, ​​who was stronger at the time, did not dare to provoke this outlier in the Wu Clan.

Hou Yi, needless to say, was the foremost archer of the Wu tribe. He once used this bow to shoot down nine golden crows, his fame shaking the primordial world. However, due to the changing situation in the primordial world, Hou Yi was not killed by Di Jun, but instead survived.

Xiang Liu, Feng Bo, and Yu Shi need no further introduction; they were all top-tier sorcerers in later years.

Behind the five great shamans stood a full 100,000 shaman soldiers.

These sorcerer soldiers were all burly and heavily armored, wielding various weapons. Their aura was calm yet chilling; standing together, they resembled a silent, steel forest. They were all elite survivors of the Lich War, having experienced the most brutal battles and witnessed the most cruel battlefields. In their eyes, there was no fear, no hesitation, only an almost numb resolve—the look one could possess only after disregarding life and death.

Jiufeng stood at the front of the group, her gaze calmly fixed on the slowly opening Netherworld Passage ahead. At the other end of the passage lay the primordial lands, the wild southwestern wilderness, and the home of the Jiuli tribe.

"Big Sister Jiufeng," Hou Yi's voice was deep and steady, "what does the Witch Lord want us to do?"

(The title "Witch Lord" is the name given to Xuanbao by the Witch Clan.)

Jiufeng did not turn around, but simply said, "The Witch Lord must have his own plans. We just need to focus on our work."

Hou Yi remained silent for a moment, then nodded and said no more.

Xiang Liu's nine heads simultaneously emitted hoarse laughter: "Hehe, whatever the Witch Lord asks me to do, as long as I can fight, that's fine! I've been cooped up in this Netherworld for so long, my bones are practically rusting!"

"Shut up!" Feng Bo snapped angrily. "The Witch Lord's arrangements have their reasons. If you dare ruin the Witch Lord's grand plan, I'll twist your nine heads off and use them as chamber pots before the Witch Lord even lifts a finger!"

Xiang Liu shrank back, his nine pairs of eyes darting around a few times, but in the end he didn't dare to say another word.

Jiufeng ignored the commotion behind her, her gaze fixed on the slowly expanding Netherworld passage. At the other end of the passage, a strange world could be vaguely seen—rolling mountains, lush forests, and an air filled with vitality and heat completely different from the Netherworld.

That was the southwestern part of the prehistoric world, the home of the Jiuli tribe.

"Are you ready?" Jiufeng asked calmly, her voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every Wu Clan warrior.

No one answered, but everyone's eyes became sharper and more determined.

Jiufeng nodded slightly and took the lead, stepping into the Netherworld Passage.

One hundred thousand elite Wu tribe warriors, like a silent torrent, followed closely behind and disappeared at the end of the passage.

……

Jiuli tribe.

Chi You was inspecting the soldiers' drills on the training ground when suddenly he sensed a familiar yet unfamiliar aura. That aura was desolate and ancient, carrying a profound and somber feeling as if it came from the primordial wilderness.

He suddenly looked up and gazed at the rolling mountains outside the tribe.

Above the mountain range, space rippled like water, and a massive crack silently tore open. From within the crack, a hazy gray mist billowed out, and then—

A figure emerged from the crack first.

It was a woman.

She was tall and slender, clad in dark red armor covered in fine cracks and scars, as if she had endured countless fierce battles. Her face was striking, with a wild and untamed quality unique to the witch clan, but her eyes were exceptionally bright, as if they could see through all illusions.

Nine Phoenixes.

Behind her stood four great shamans: Hou Yi, Xiang Liu, Feng Bo, and Yu Shi, along with a full 100,000 elite shamans!

One hundred thousand Wu Clan warriors, like a silent torrent of steel, emerged from the spatial rift and arrayed themselves among the mountains. The murderous aura and fighting spirit emanating from them converged to form an invisible pressure that caused birds and beasts within a thousand miles to scatter in terror, and even the air seemed to thicken.

Chi You looked at the imposing figure standing atop the mountain peak, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—surprise,感慨, but more than anything, an indescribable excitement and exhilaration.

This is the helper that God the Father found for himself!

powerful!

too strong!

The aura of each of the five great shamans was as unfathomable as an abyss, causing these fierce warriors who had roamed the southwestern wilderness for many years to feel a tremor from the depths of their souls.

Especially the leading witch—Jiufeng. Standing there, though she was shorter than Chiyou, she gave the illusion of facing a towering mountain. Her gaze was calm, yet it seemed to pierce through all illusions, making people afraid to meet her eyes.

Chi You took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and strode forward, clasping his hands in a salute: "I am Chi You, leader of the Jiuli tribe, greetings to my brothers and sisters of the Wu tribe!"

Jiufeng nodded slightly in return: "Jiufeng, on the orders of the Witch Lord, has led five Great Witches and 100,000 Witch Soldiers to lend you a hand."

Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power. The message in her words sent a chill down the spines of the eighty-one brothers behind Chi You.

Five great shamans? One hundred thousand shaman soldiers?!

Although Chi You had already learned from Xuan Bao that the Wu tribe's reinforcements would arrive, when he actually saw the five unfathomable great shamans and the 100,000 solemn shaman soldiers standing all over the mountains, his heart was still filled with turbulent waves.

He had initially thought that he would be lucky to get even a few Great Luo Golden Immortals. But to his surprise, the Father God sent him five Great Witches and 100,000 witch soldiers!

……

The news spread, shaking the entire world, and especially the human race!

"What?! The Witch Clan has sent five Great Witches and 100,000 Witch Soldiers to support the Jiuli Tribe?!"

"Five Great Wizards! Five Great Wizards! Back in the Lich Wars, every Great Wizard was a formidable figure, a force to be reckoned with. A single Great Wizard could take on several demons of the same level, and now five of them have appeared at once!"

"One hundred thousand witch soldiers! Those are all elites who have experienced the great war between the witches and demons! Any one of them is stronger than a small tribal chief on our side!"

"It's over... The Jiuli tribe was already strong enough, and now they've gained the support of the Wu tribe. How are we supposed to fight them?"

"That's for sure. The Jiuli tribe is of mixed human and witch blood, so it's only natural that they would receive support from the witch tribe."

Those tribes that were previously observing and wavering panicked completely upon learning this news.

Some smaller tribes that had initially aligned themselves with Xuanyuan began to waver. They secretly sent envoys with lavish gifts to the Jiuli tribe to express their submission. Even some tribes that had remained neutral sided with Jiuli, hoping to protect themselves in the impending storm.

Those tribes that originally bordered the Jiuli and suffered greatly from the Jiuli's expansion simply gave up resistance and surrendered as a whole.

In just a few months, the territory of the Jiuli tribe has expanded significantly!

Many tribes directly joined the Jiuli tribe.

Today, the Jiuli tribe is like a giant sponge absorbing water, and its strength and influence are developing rapidly.

Chi You stood on the newly built city wall of the Jiuli tribe, looking at the endless stream of people coming to join him in the distance, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

"Big Sister Jiufeng, what do you think... should we do next?" Chi You turned his head and looked at the handsome figure beside him.

"Ahem! As for calling Jiufeng 'Big Sister,' it's because Jiufeng thought Chiyou was quite good and directly recognized him as her younger brother."

Jiufeng stood with her hands behind her back, gazing calmly into the distance, and said lightly, "Next step? Continue to expand. But not blindly, but selectively."

She pointed to several points on the map: "These tribes are geographically important and rich in resources, but their leaders are all opportunists, siding with whoever is stronger. We can send envoys to persuade them to surrender first. If they are sensible, we can incorporate them; if not, we can make an example of them."

"As for these tribes..." Her finger moved to a few other points, "They are staunch supporters of Xuanyuan, and their strength is considerable. Let's not touch them for now; Xuanyuan still needs time to grow."

Chi You listened attentively, nodding frequently. He realized that Jiu Feng not only far surpassed him in personal combat strength, but also possessed a strategic vision that was several levels higher than his. With her assisting him, he felt that his horizons had broadened considerably.

"Alright! Let's do as Sister Jiufeng says!" Chi You made the final decision.

In the days that followed, the Jiuli tribe began a new round of expansion in accordance with the strategy devised by Jiufeng.

They first sent envoys to several strategically important tribes whose leaders were opportunistic, to persuade them to surrender. Upon learning that the Jiuli tribe had the support of five great shamans and 100,000 shaman soldiers from the Wu tribe, those tribal leaders surrendered almost without hesitation.

Several tribal leaders tried to bargain, but Chi You, without a word, personally led Xiang Liu and Hou Yi, along with a million elite troops, and tore the tribe's defenses to shreds in a single night. The tribal leaders' heads were hung on the city gates of the Jiuli tribe as a warning to those with ill intentions.

The effect of making an example of them was immediate. The remaining tribes dared not hesitate any longer and submitted their surrender documents, merging into the territory of the Jiuli tribe.