Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 36 The Ancestral Witch's Essence Blood and the Six-Eared Macaque!

"Such immense power! This is the power of a Taiyi Golden Immortal!"

Zhao Gongming leaped out of Pangu's Blood Pool, his face filled with surprise.

The Golden Immortal Realm is a place where the five elements converge and lifespan is limitless.

The Taiyi Golden Immortal, having condensed the three flowers on the top of their head, can mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

It possesses overwhelming power against cultivators below the Golden Immortal level.

If Zhao Gongming were to fight the son of Kunpeng again...

There's no need for so much effort; you can kill them in no time, without breaking a sweat.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the earth slowly trembled at the entrance of Pangu's Blood Pool, and then the stone wall moved and disappeared underground.

Dijiang, the ancestral witch, walked in slowly, with Houtu, the ancestral witch, beside him.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Gongming, on attaining the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm."

Dijiang walked over with a smile on his face, but when he saw the Pangu Blood Pool, which had shrunk by more than half, he was stunned.

The Pangu Blood Pool was formed by their ancestral witches drawing the essence of the blood pool deep within Buzhou Mountain.

Once filled, it can be used approximately ten times.

But this time, they had only filled the container before Zhao Gongming went in.

In just ten years, it has shrunk by more than two-thirds.

What does this mean? It means that Zhao Gongming, through his cultivation alone, used up six or seven of the Wu Clan's opportunities to break through.

Dijiang felt waves of pain in his heart; that was the incomparably precious blood essence of Pangu.

"Is there something wrong, Lord Ancestral Witch?"

Zhao Gongming asked with a strange look, "Dijiang's appearance just now was just like someone who has been constipated for a week; he looked extremely unwell."

"It's nothing."

Dijiang forced a smile at Zhao Gongming, "How does it feel to cultivate in my Wu Clan's Pangu Blood Pool, fellow Daoist?"

Zhao Gongming gave a thumbs up, "The effect is undeniable, it's just a pity that ten years is too short. If it could be a little longer, that would be even better."

Di Jiang gave an awkward smile. He had cultivated for ten years and only used up so much of Pangu's blood energy.

If you were allowed to cultivate for a few more years, wouldn't the Wu Clan go bankrupt?

Dijiang coughed a few times. "Houtu, I have other matters to attend to. I'll leave Fellow Daoist Gongming to you."

"Brother, go ahead and do your work without worry."

Dijiang nodded and strode away with a bold and unrestrained air.

Houtu smiled at Zhao Gongming.

"Since you've come to Buzhou Mountain, my Wu Clan is practically our host. Why don't you stay with us for a few more days?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Ancestral Witch, but the prehistoric world is so beautiful that I would like to travel around it properly."

Zhao Gongming thought about it for a moment, but still refused.

What was he doing, being the head disciple of the Shangqing lineage and staying with the Wu tribe?

If the demon race interprets this as a signal from the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun to the witch race to join them, then things will be very bad.

Houtu's face showed some regret upon hearing this. She looked at Zhao Gongming, her beautiful eyes brimming with emotion.

After thinking for a moment, he cut his finger and forced out three drops of golden blood.

This is different from the blood obtained from opening the Pangu Blood Pool before. This is the essence blood of the Ancestral Witch, a supreme treasure for body refinement, which is of great use even to Great Luo Golden Immortals.

"This is."

Zhao Gongming was somewhat surprised.

Houtu smiled slightly, making her even more stunningly beautiful.

"You helped my Wu Clan perfect the Pangu Body Refining Technique, which is a great favor to my Wu Clan. Please accept these three drops of essence blood."

"Then thank you very much, Ancestral Witch."

Seeing Houtu's sincerity, Zhao Gongming accepted the gift without hesitation.

"Since you've just emerged from seclusion, how about I take you on a tour of my witch clan's various tribes before I see you off?"

Houtu then spoke.

This time, Zhao Gongming didn't refuse; he was actually quite curious about the Wu tribe.

Next, under Houtu's guidance, Zhao Gongming spent half a month touring the entire Wu tribe, broadening his horizons.

The Wu tribe has twelve ancestral witches, and also twelve tribes, with each ancestral witch managing one.

The twelve largest witch tribes are all different, and Zhao Gongming was most impressed by the two tribes.

One is the tribe of Zhurong, the ancestral witch of fire, and the other is the tribe where Houtu resides.

The Zhurong tribe consists of muscular men who are simple-minded, physically strong, and hot-tempered.

A single word or phrase can spark a fight, making them arguably the most volatile of the witch clan.

The Wu tribe of the Houtu tribe, on the other hand, did the exact opposite.

They were all very gentle, polite, and hospitable.

They lacked the recklessness, fiery temper, and warlike nature of other tribes.

Most importantly, the Houtu tribe is the cleanest, spotless.

All the tribesmen collected stones from Buzhou Mountain and built stone houses that were sturdy, durable, and very clean and tidy.

Half a month later, Zhao Gongming took the little black tiger and bid farewell to Houtu.

When they parted, Houtu gave him a large number of top-grade immortal herbs, spiritual roots, and elixirs.

They can all be used directly as raw materials for refining the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir.

After leaving Buzhou Mountain, Zhao Gongming had a fruitful journey and continued to travel the prehistoric world with Little Black Tiger.

On this day, Zhao Gongming and Little Black Tiger arrived at a famous mountain and river.

Before me lay a beautiful landscape, with rolling mountains, lush and verdant, brimming with spiritual energy.

Just as Zhao Gongming was about to go in with Little Black Tiger to see what was going on...

Just then, a commotion and the sound of chasing came from nearby.

With a thought, Zhao Gongming pulled the little black tiger and concealed his presence.

A short while later, a thin little monkey was seen running out of the forest.

He was still holding a three-inch-tall fairy herb with crystal-clear, emerald-green leaves in his hand.

That monkey was quite peculiar, with six ears and an aura that suggested it was around the peak of the Earth Immortal realm.

"Could this be a six-eared macaque?"

Zhao Gongming's heart stirred, and he gradually began to make a guess.

"Six Ears, how dare you try to run away?"

"Hmph, try to run? Do you think you can escape?"

"Hurry up and hand over the immortal herb. If I'm in a good mood, I might let you have a leaf to taste."

"Hmph, the Dao Ancestor himself said that the Dharma should not be passed on to six ears, so just accept your fate and stop thinking about cultivation."

Three burly men chased after the little monkey.

Each of the burly men was surrounded by a dense demonic aura, and their aura was roughly equivalent to that of a peak Celestial Immortal.

Its body faintly reveals characteristics of a tiger, wolf, and bear.

Clearly, this is a tiger spirit, a bear spirit, and a wolf spirit.

When the little monkey saw that the three great demons had chased after them so quickly, despair flashed across its face.

Seeing the despair on the little monkey's face, the three demons became even more excited and cornered him step by step.

They stared at the three-inch-long magic herb in the little monkey's hand and licked their lips.

"Six Ears, hand over the immortal herb now and we'll spare you; otherwise, hehe."

The three demons' cultivation was far superior to that of the little monkey. Their powerful demonic energy alone made the little monkey unable to muster any will to resist.

"This is the magical herb I picked. I would rather throw it away or feed it to my dogs than give it to you."

The little monkey glared at the three demons, grabbed the magic herb, stuffed it into its mouth, and began to chew it vigorously.

"Hey, you hot-tempered little Six Ears, you're asking for trouble."

"court death!"

"Dare to eat our immortal herb? Then you'll taste Tiger Lord's fist!"

The three demons were enraged by the little monkey's actions.

He rubbed his hands together, charged forward, and began punching and kicking the little monkey.

(End of this chapter)