Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

Rumble!

This sudden clap of thunder was not caused by Su Mu manipulating the "Rain Master's Decree" talisman.

Rather, it was a genuine celestial anomaly.

The Witch Clan.

Ancient Ancestral Witches.

The name of a race whose existence was never acknowledged by this world has been brought up again.

Moreover, this person even knelt down and offered sacrifices to the witch clan whose traces had been severed.

After kneeling and kowtowing three times.

Su Mu raised his head again.

The gazes of the remaining ancestral witch statues, strangely from different angles, fell upon him.

Su Mu felt his head was ringing, as if thunder was crashing in his ears, or as if he had been possessed by a ghost, and he could not control his thoughts.

His face suddenly turned red, and the veins under his skin bulged out like swimming dragons.

Under the hazy, dreamlike light.

One by one, the ancestral witches detached from the statue and walked towards Su Mu in different postures.

"I am Dijiang."

"I am Zhu Jiuyin."

"I am Jumang."

"I am Houtu."

"I,……"

Hands, beast paws, and snake bodies covered Su Mu's head.

An immortal stroked my head.

He was granted longevity by tying his hair together.

next moment.

boom!

The violent, ancient, and primordial aura ripped through Su Mu's upper body clothing, revealing his almost perfectly strong muscles.

Mysterious inscriptions briefly appeared on its surface before slowly fading away over time.

His normally normal brown pupils were now adorned with a strange, shimmering golden light.

Su Mu clenched his fist, feeling an explosive power that he had never experienced before but now truly existed within his body.

It was like a tangible, ancient, and primordial aura.

The ground beneath my feet no longer seemed to be the same as before, but had become a source of mysterious power constantly flowing into my body.

The air around him, with each breath, continuously supplied him with a constant stream of energy.

He reached out and grabbed at it, and was surprised to find that he could grasp the wind blowing into the temple and make it into a transparent shape.

He kneaded the ball of wind for a moment, shaping it into the form of a sword, and then hurled it out.

Call ~

A strong gust of wind suddenly arose and slammed into the distant mountainside, blasting a deep crater.

"this……"

Su Mu stared wide-eyed at the destructive power of his unconscious actions, remaining stunned for a long time.

"No wonder the mythical witch clan never bothered to forge any weapons, for their own bodies were comparable to all divine weapons!"

Even after drawing his conclusion, Su Mu was still stunned by the hollow in the mountain wall not far away.

His skin was delicate, but beneath that delicate skin lay layers of hard, fibrous skin tissue.

His face was fair, but within that fair skin emanated an inexplicably powerful aura, as if he wanted to devour the world.

At this moment, he completely forgot about the 'foundation for ascension' he had gained after consuming the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill.

Forget about cultivating immortality and seeking Buddhahood; the power we have right now is the most powerful, savage, and violent method of cultivation.

It is the fastest and only shortcut to conquering the world.

He turned to look at the dilapidated ancestral temple, clenching his fist again: "Once I get back and everything's settled, I'll have someone bring you back..."

Rumble!

Dark clouds gathered, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a thigh suddenly struck down, hitting the Ancestral Witch Temple hard.

boom!

The loud explosion made Su Mu instinctively raise his arms to block the rubble, tiles, and dirt that were hurtling towards him.

The Ancestral Witch Temple has been blown up!

dong dong dong~

With the sound of the explosion, Dijiang's faceless clay head rolled down to Su Mu's feet.

Su Mu suddenly felt an overwhelming rage and looked up at the sky above.

The strange celestial phenomena, after the destruction of the Ancestral Witch Temple, returned to their former clear blue sky with white clouds, and the previous strange phenomena of dark clouds and serpentine movements were no longer seen.

It was as if the previous strange phenomena arose from sensing a trace of witchcraft in the darkness.

After the divine punishment destroyed the Ancestral Witch Temple, the strange phenomenon disappeared again.

"It's alright, I've memorized your faces!"

"Even if it destroys your idols this time, it cannot destroy the descendants of the witch clan who truly exist in this world!"

"When I get back, I will spend a lot of money to sculpt statues of you and your gods. Every time it breaks, I will sculpt one, until it stops breaking them."

"After the separation of heaven and earth, what use is it to display miracles in the human world, instead of simply wreaking havoc in this desolate wilderness?"

"Bullshit gods and immortals."

Su Mu picked up the skull of Di Jiang that had fallen to the ground and placed it on a boulder in the mountain stream.

He couldn't take the clay statue with him; carrying it would only cause it further damage, so he had to leave it there for the time being.

He had memorized the image of the deity after it appeared to him.

On the way back, Su Mu seemed a little downcast.

Heaven has no pity for the living.

Heavenly matters are heavenly matters, and human matters are human matters.

That might be the only remaining ancestral temple in the world that brought blessings to Su Mu, but it was carelessly crushed and destroyed by the wrath of some gods, who then unleashed their thunderous fury.

"You still call him a skinny monkey? Look at that guy's muscles, tsk tsk tsk."

"How is that possible? How could a pretty boy like him have such a well-proportioned muscular physique..."

"Haha, you couldn't tell before, could you? Indeed, just looking at that delicate little face, you really couldn't tell the explosive power in that person's physique under their clothes."

"I underestimated him, but hmph, he's still too pale and tender. A man should be fierce! Like me, with bronze skin, look at this muscle on my hand, look! It'll be gone in a minute!"

"Hehe, you're just envious and jealous of others. I won't look."

"..."

Sumu, upon returning to the Miao boy's home, asked Partridge Whistle and the other two for a clean set of clothes to cover his body.

He did not have the strange habit of exposing his upper body at any time.

Su Mu's height and build were similar to that of his junior brother, Old Foreigner Partridge Whistle. Although his clothes were a bit tight, they were still just enough.

Su Mu, having changed his clothes, walked out of the house, the laughter of Partridge Whistle and his two companions ringing in his ears:

"Not bad, not bad, you look quite convincing, even more like a proper Taoist priest than I am."

"Brother Su, why don't you wear a Taoist robe from now on? I think it suits your temperament quite well, hehehe."

"The old man said he would only sell the chicken to you, not to us."

"What's going on?" Su Mu asked, walking over in confusion.

Because he hadn't had time to find something to cut his long hair or fix his makeup, Su Mu, who had tied his long hair up like a partridge whistle, had the air of a disciple of a Taoist master.

"This rooster has been with me on my mountain herb-gathering trips for eight years now. It's always been the one driving away poisonous insects and venomous creatures for me. But if I keep it any longer, I'm afraid it might become a spirit and harm anyone but me. I can't bear to kill it though. Oh, young man, if you want to buy it, just take it. Unlike those three, you're clearly not going to mistreat my rooster..."