Primordial Era: My father is Hongjun, who dares disobey!

Seeing that Kunpeng had completely disappeared, Jiang Daoxuan had no intention of pursuing him any further. After all, one should not chase a defeated enemy. Kunpeng Ancestor was seriously injured this time, and he probably wouldn't be able to cause any trouble for the time being. He could just let things take their course.

With this thought in mind, he immediately commanded Hakimi to come before Hongyun, who was being suppressed by Donghuang Zhong.

"Come on, Hakimi, let's go take a look."

"Meow meow meow." Little Ha obediently turned around, but his gaze remained fixed on the large mouthful of Kunpeng flesh and blood, and a few drops of crystal dew spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Jiang Daoxuan smiled helplessly and scolded inwardly, "You fool, all you ever think about is food."

Hakimi smiled obsequiously, a sly glint in her eyes.

To be honest, he had followed Dao Xuan for a long time, and both the Golden Crow essence blood and the Ji Meng bloodline had greatly helped him grow stronger.

However, at this moment, he was also extremely envious of the Kunpeng's flesh and blood in this large cauldron, and his heart was filled with restless desire.

His lineage, the White Tiger, was inherently warlike and enjoyed devouring the flesh and essence of demonic beasts. However, due to his extremely weak strength, he had always suffered from malnutrition, and his physique was only eight feet tall.

Of course, this was before he released his true form as the White Tiger, but this also proves his lack of demonic beast blood essence.

at last,

"Sigh."

Jiang Daoxuan sighed softly, then made a hand seal and once again activated the Qiankun Cauldron.

Before long, several more ancient-looking, fragrant pills popped out, and then, without any hesitation, Jiang Daoxuan tossed them straight into Hakimi's mouth.

At the same time, he said:

"You rascal, who knows how far your bloodline will evolve in the future."

His tone was expectant, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

After doing all this, Jiang Daoxuan slowly approached the suppressed Hongyun and spoke softly with a hint of apology:

"I've kept you waiting, Fellow Daoist Hongyun."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dao Xuan sent the illusory image of Donghuang Zhong flying with one palm, and then struck down with another palm, turning it into dust.

Simultaneously,

Far away on the Sun Star, Donghuang Taiyi, who was healing his wounds, suddenly felt that the illusory image of Donghuang Zhong that he had lent out earlier had been shattered, and he became puzzled.

"Could it be that Kunpeng has succeeded?"

However, upon closer inspection, he discovered something amiss.

"No, the power that destroyed the illusory image of the Eastern Emperor Bell is clearly not Kunpeng, yet it gives me a familiar feeling. Who could it be?"

He was deep in thought when, as if struck by a sudden realization, he let out a sharp roar: "Jiang Daoxuan, it's you again!"

Suddenly, a buzzing and trembling sound came from the sun, causing the primordial creatures to be filled with astonishment and doubt.

……

the other side,

"Hongyun thanks fellow Daoist for his help. If it weren't for Daoist Daoxuan's intervention today, Hongyun would probably have already met his demise."

After being freed, Hongyun immediately bowed to Jiang Daoxuan, her gratitude overflowing.

Jiang Daoxuan didn't seem to mind, simply accepting the bow without any reaction.

As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, so why not accept a bow?

After receiving the obeisance, Hongyun slowly rose, pondered for a long time, and finally spoke with embarrassment:

"Fellow Daoist Dao Xuan, I will never forget your kindness. But I don't know where you are going next. If not, why don't you come to my Daoist temple, Huoyun Cave, for a while? Then you can go to Wuzhuang Temple to get the first-grade ginseng divine fruit in the future."

Hongyun extended a sincere invitation, her eyes shining brightly.

Jiang Daoxuan was about to refuse, but when he heard that Hongyun's dojo was Huoyun Cave, he inexplicably wanted to go and take a look.

Just as he was about to speak, Hakimi, who was sitting below, couldn't wait any longer and spoke up anxiously in a spoiled manner:

"Master, please agree! This ginseng fruit is a primordial spiritual root from the ancient times. It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature. It takes a full ten thousand years to produce only thirty fruits."

Hakimi urged anxiously, but Jiang Daoxuan, who was about to speak, suddenly froze. So he simply continued to fuel the fire and narrate.

"Master, this ginseng fruit is extremely rare. Just smelling it can add three hundred years to your life, and tasting it can add forty-seven thousand years."

It falls when it encounters metal, withers when it encounters wood, dissolves when it encounters water, scorches when it encounters fire, and enters the earth when it encounters soil; it can be considered the true number one spiritual root of the primordial world.

However, Jiang Daoxuan remained outwardly calm, though a faint smile crept onto his lips as he inwardly cursed Hakimi, that idiot.

At the same time, the old ancestor Hongyun, seeing this, also began to offer advice.

"Fellow Daoist Dao Xuan, what this Hakimi said is right. Ginseng fruit is something that can only be found by chance. Please come with me and do not refuse again."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Daoxuan burst into laughter, a mixture of helplessness and amusement, since he hadn't said he wouldn't go.

Since the man and the tiger had made such an invitation, he readily accepted and went.

"Alright, then let's go to your temple for a while and then head to Wuzhuang Temple in a few days."

Jiang Daoxuan spoke in a clear voice, a smile playing on his lips.

"Excellent! That's wonderful!"

Immediately, the man and the tiger became extremely excited, leaving Jiang Daoxuan with a helpless expression, only able to smile wryly.

Thus, the two men and the tiger roamed freely in the sky above the primordial wilderness, their goal set on the Fiery Cloud Cave.

……

Right now,

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, within the Wu tribe.

The twelve Ancestral Witches gathered in the main hall, their faces solemn, silent, their thoughts unknown.

at last,

"Brother, does our Witch Clan truly intend to coexist peacefully with the Demon Clan?"

Zhu Rong, the Ancestral God of Fire, spoke first, still as fiery-tempered as ever, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

However, this time, Dijiang, who was seated at the head of the table, only glanced at him indifferently and did not say anything.

He was deep in thought at that moment.

Although he had recently promised Jiang Daoxuan that he would live in peace with the demon race in the future, wait for the right time, and follow the will of heaven to cultivate his primordial spirit, but—is the primordial spirit really that important to his witch race?

After Jiang Daoxuan left, he thought about it carefully. The Witch Clan originated from the Father God. Although they did not have a primordial spirit, they inherited the Father God's powerful physical laws.

If… he thought, if he and the other Ancestral Witches could unleash killing moves or even supernatural powers equivalent to those of a Saint without needing a primordial spirit, then… perhaps the primordial spirit wouldn’t be so important.

Furthermore, considering that the twelve ancestral witches were of one mind and shared the same bloodline, it was not impossible for them to summon the phantom of the Father God through a secret method.

If that time really comes, he will dare to provoke not only the demon race, but even the saints in the entire prehistoric world.

However, seeing that his elder brother Dijiang remained deep in thought, seemingly wanting to break his agreement with Daoxuan,

Houtu, who was the youngest among them but had the longest contact with Daoxuan, immediately became anxious and spoke up.

"Brother, this is not right. Our witch clan and the demon clan should live in peace so that they can coexist and survive for a long time."

Houtu spoke up anxiously, trying to change Dijiang's gradually changing mind; however, she underestimated her elder brother.

"Little sister, don't you understand yet?" Dijiang suddenly stood up and scolded, then slowly explained to Houtu the current situation of the prehistoric world.