Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

The chaos has no end in sight, but for the primordial beings struggling to move forward within it, every step forward feels like an eternity.

As the three-thousand-year period drew near, in the vast and boundless depths of chaos, the outline of the "Purple Cloud Palace," exuding eternal purple aura and solemn Daoist charm, finally came into clear view of the many travelers.

Before the palace gates, a relatively stable chaotic platform, created with supreme power, had gathered all sorts of figures, numbering roughly over three thousand.

Those who can traverse the vast chaos and arrive here, regardless of their cultivation level, must at least possess extraordinary foundation, strength, or fortune.

However, after enduring the trials and tribulations, many figures bore the marks of exhaustion, even wounds, and their vitality had diminished considerably. Those who could maintain their composure and undiminished charm were few and far between.

All eyes were focused on the tightly closed palace gates of Zixiao Palace, which were neither gold nor jade, exuding a faint sense of pressure, and on the pair of boys standing in front of the gates.

The boy and girl looked to be no more than seven or eight years old, with delicate features, red lips and white teeth.

The boy, dressed in a golden Taoist robe, had a handsome face and a lively gaze that carried a maturity beyond his years; he was none other than Haotian.

The little girl was dressed in a pink fairy dress, with exquisite features and cute, big, curious eyes; she was from the Jade Pool.

Although the two were young, their bodies emanated a pure and ethereal aura of Daoist energy, indicating that their cultivation had already reached the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals. Now, having been enlightened by a sage to serve as gatekeepers, they possessed an even greater air of transcendence.

Everyone looked at the two boys with awe. Even the gatekeepers of the sage's temple were Great Luo Golden Immortals, which showed the depth of the temple's power and prestige.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward rashly, and no one made a sound; the atmosphere was solemn.

In the midst of this silence, a loud, even somewhat "rough" voice suddenly rang out, breaking the stillness and startling many people.

"Hey, those two little kids." Zhu Rong strode out from the crowd, his bare upper body still stained with traces of chaotic energy, but he didn't seem to care.

He grinned widely, revealing a hearty, somewhat intimidating smile, and said to Haotian and Yaochi, "Since you've come to listen to the Dao from before the Sage's door, it's an immense opportunity. I, Zhurong, am a straightforward person and know I can't take advantage of others for nothing. The 'gift' for listening to the Dao can't be lacking."

As he spoke, he pulled out two packages from somewhere, wrapped in some kind of tough spiritual leaf, still radiating amazing heat and an enticing meaty aroma. To everyone's astonishment, he directly stuffed them into the hands of Haotian and Yaochi, who were still somewhat stunned.

"This is my own 'Eight Treasure Chicken,' made with the most essential parts of eight kinds of innate spiritual birds, along with forty-nine kinds of spiritual herbs, and simmered over a low flame with my 'True Fire of Zhurong' for eighty-one years."

The energy inside is incredibly pure; it's fantastic for tempering the body and accumulating magical power, especially for youngsters like you who need to solidify their foundation. Take a taste; it's just a small token of my appreciation.

Haotian and Yaochi held the still-warm package in their hands, smelling the strange meaty aroma they had never experienced before. Their little faces were first blank, then blushed slightly, and they were a little at a loss.

They had only recently been enlightened and their minds still retained the innocence of children; they had never seen anything like this before.

The ancestral witch before them, whose aura was like a furnace, possessed strength that made their hearts tremble, and the "gift" she gave them was so peculiar.

However, before they could decide whether to accept or refuse, Gonggong, who was not to be outdone, squeezed in and, also shirtless, laughed and said, "Zhurong is right. How can one come empty-handed to listen to the sage preach?"

This is the "Myriad Spirits Blood Brew," a brew I created over a thousand years by collecting the mildest parts of the essence of all races and blending them with various spiritual springs and rare fruits.

Although the name sounds fierce, it has miraculous effects on tempering bloodlines and stabilizing one's foundation, so I'm giving it to you as well.

Without saying a word, Gonggong took two crimson jade gourds from his waist and put them into Haotian and Yaochi's other hands. The gourds felt heavy in their hands and faintly emitted the sound of blood and qi ebb and flow.

Haotian and Yaochi were completely dumbfounded. They were just gatekeepers, and the Sage had not said anything about accepting gifts.

But these two ancestral witch elders, who looked like they were not to be trifled with, were so "enthusiastic" and the gifts they gave seemed to be really good.

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through the minds of Zhen Yuanzi, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and other powerful beings behind Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, as well as many others who had come to their senses.

"To offer gifts upon hearing the Dao? Zhurong and Gonggong's actions seem crude, but could there be a deeper meaning?"

"When a sage preaches, is this supreme opportunity truly free? In the primordial world, karma is the most severe. If one hears the Dao without giving anything in return, could something imperceptible, such as one's fortune or blessings, be unknowingly taken away by the sage?"

"Yes, that must be so. How could we possibly fathom the schemes of a sage? This 'rites' are the 'cause,' and hearing the Dao is the 'effect.' If we force things without a 'cause,' the 'effect' will likely lead to endless troubles."

The more they thought about it, the more alarmed everyone became, especially those who were meticulous and had some understanding of the secrets of heaven and cause and effect, such as Lao Tzu, Yuan Shi, and Fu Xi. Their eyes changed instantly when they looked at the "gifts" in Haotian and Yaochi's hands.

This is not a simple "gift," but a way to settle a karmic debt.

"Ahem," Laozi coughed lightly and stepped forward, calmly addressing Haotian and Yaochi: "My two children, this humble Daoist Taiqing is visiting for the first time. My humble gift is but a small token of my respect."

As Taiqing spoke, he took out two "Nine-Turn Heart-Cleansing Pills" that emitted a pleasant fragrance and were helpful in stabilizing the primordial spirit and handed them over.

"I am Yuqing Yuanshi. These two pieces of 'Nine Heavens Mystic Jade' can help you nurture your magical treasures as a token of my gratitude."

"Shangqing Tongtian, these two 'Qingfeng Swords,' low-grade innate spiritual treasures, are given to the two boys for self-defense."

"Zhen Yuanzi, these are two ginseng fruits from my ginseng fruit tree. I give them to you two children to increase your lifespan and solidify your foundation in the Dao."

"Nuwa, this pair of 'Flowing Clouds and Rainbow Robes,' a low-grade innate spiritual treasure, is presented to the fairy of Yaochi as a small adornment."

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, these are two ingots of 'Sun God Gold,' which you may use to refine magical artifacts to enhance their power."

For a time, the area in front of the palace gates turned into a gift-giving event. Except for a few cultivators who were truly penniless or slow to react, almost all the powerful figures who arrived here stepped forward.

They would take out their treasured innate spiritual materials, or produce their refined elixirs, or simply offer up low-grade innate spiritual treasures that were not of high quality but had practical functions, stuffing them all into Haotian and Yaochi's hands.