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

Some traveled alone, hurrying back to their caves to meditate and digest what they had learned from the teachings; others traveled in twos and threes, still exchanging their insights along the way; still others, such as Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Dong Wang Gong, led their forces, breaking through the chaos with overwhelming power.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong flew leisurely among the crowd. Zhu Rong grinned, his face beaming with undisguised pride and excitement. He transmitted his voice to Gong Gong: "Haha, Gong Gong, you really came to the right place this time. I never thought that listening to this old Taoist's ramblings for ten thousand years would actually help me, Zhu Rong, break through the last layer of the 'Great Path of the God of Cookery'."

Having successfully "paved the way," hehe, from now on I am also the "Ancestor of a New Path." In our Wu tribe's discussion of pioneering new paths and creating our own systems, besides my eldest brother and Houtu, I, Old Zhu, am second to none. My third-place position is secure.

Gonggong was genuinely happy for his brother and punched him lightly: "Well done, Zhurong! I never thought you, who spend all your time tinkering with pots and pans, would actually manage to carve out a great path. Impressive, but...?"

Gonggong rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "You've mastered the 'Path of Culinary Gods,' but my 'Path of Divine Brewing' is still a long way off. Share your insights quickly!"

Zhu Rong patted his chest generously: "Of course! We're like brothers! Delicious food and fine wine are a match made in heaven."

I've compiled all my insights into the "Great Way of the Chef," especially regarding how to move from "skill" to "Tao," how to condense acquired Great Way runes, and how to build a systematic framework—all these key points—into a single document, which I'm now sending to you.

A stream of light, containing Zhu Rong's insights from listening to the Dao for ten thousand years and his own understanding of "opening the Dao," entered Gong Gong's brow.

Gonggong closed his eyes for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Wonderful, wonderful! Zhurong, your insights are so useful to me."

In particular, his concepts of "harmony," "fermentation," and "inspiring one's true nature" perfectly align with my brewing philosophy. I'll go into seclusion when I get back; perhaps I can give my elder brother a surprise next time I see him.”

After sharing their experiences, the two didn't forget their business. They greeted the familiar figures such as Zhen Yuanzi's Ginseng Fruit clone, the Three Pure Ones clone, Nuwa's clone, and Fuxi from afar, promising to meet again in the future. Then, they turned around and no longer followed the main group, but instead accelerated their flight towards the depths of chaos in another direction.

Their goal was clear, and the radiant light that shone brightly, even amidst the chaos, was undeniable, revealing the aura of the great sun. It was Di Jun, Tai Yi, and their group.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were both at the level of Hunyuan Golden Immortals, with powerful physical bodies that were not afraid of the erosion of chaos. When they unleashed their full speed, they were like two shooting stars tearing through the chaos.

In a short while, they had caught up with the procession, which was hundreds of thousands of miles away, with the Chaos Bell above their heads, the bell tolling to clear the way, and their imposing presence.

"Fellow Daoist ahead, please wait. My brother and I have come on the orders of the Creator Emperor to make a deal with you."

Zhu Rong's booming voice, like rolling thunder, mixed with immense blood and qi, exploded in the chaos, penetrating the aftershocks of the Chaos Bell and clearly reaching the ears of the Golden Crow group.

Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the others were startled and immediately stopped their escape, forming a battle formation and looking warily toward the source of the sound.

The chaotic air currents were forcefully pushed aside, and two burly men, bare-chested, with bulging muscles and radiating a terrifying heat and vast aura, appeared before them in an instant, like two gods and demons emerging from the chaos.

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from Zhurong and Gonggong, which was far beyond that of ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortals at their peak, especially the primal power that seemed to originate from the depths of their bloodline and could burn the heavens and boil the seas, and overturn the universe, the Golden Crows and their companions all changed color and alarm bells rang in their hearts.

"Such terrifying cultivation level; this aura is definitely not that of a Great Luo Immortal."

"It's them, those two ancestral witches of the Wu clan in Zixiao Palace who stubbornly resisted the chaotic energy and behaved strangely."

"Why are Zhurong and Gonggong chasing after us? Do they intend to take advantage of our departure from Zixiao Palace and attack us in the chaos?"

"The Creator Emperor? Who is this 'Creator Emperor' they claim to be acting on orders to? How could he command such reverence from these two fiends?"

Di Jun's gaze was deep and focused, and the Hetu Luoshu in his hand shone with light as he quickly deduced good and bad fortune.

Taiyi instinctively took a half step forward, the Chaos Bell above his head rang out with a clear "ding," and streams of chaotic energy descended, firmly protecting his group. His eyes burned with the true fire of the sun, and he stared directly at Zhurong and the other two, asking in a deep voice:

"So it is the two ancestral witches of the Wu tribe, Zhurong and Gonggong. I am Taiyi. May I ask what brings you two fellow Daoists who have followed me and blocked my path? What do you mean by 'trading on the orders of the Creator Emperor'?"

Seeing that the other party was wary, Zhu Rong grinned without beating around the bush and said in a booming voice, "Fellow Daoist Taiyi, there is no need to be nervous. My brother and I have come here with no ill intentions. We are here on the orders of my elder brother, the Creator Emperor Wugu, to do business with you."

"The Creator Emperor? Wugu?" Taiyi and Dijun exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion and solemnity in each other's eyes.

They had never heard of this name before, but the title "Creator Emperor" and the fact that the two fierce gods Zhurong and Gonggong were willing to call him brother and obey his orders were enough to stir up a storm in their hearts.

The waters of the primordial wilderness were deeper than they had imagined.

Zhu Rong continued, "I heard my elder brother mention that you two brothers were born from the sun, which was formed from the left eye of our father god Pangu. In a sense, you are half 'our own people,' as you and our Wu clan all inherit Pangu's legacy. Therefore, this transaction is a discussion among family members."

His gaze fell on the Chaos Bell above Taiyi's head, which exuded supreme majesty, and he said bluntly, "What we want to trade is your innate treasure, the Chaos Bell."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, the Golden Crows and their group were immediately in an uproar. The Chaos Bell was one of the three treasures of creation, combining offense and defense, and was a supreme innate treasure.

It is Taiyi's greatest reliance for survival and sweeping away his peers, and it is also one of the foundations for their future ambitions in the primordial world. Yet the other party actually wants to trade this treasure.

Taiyi's face instantly darkened, his eyes flashed with icy light, and the True Fire of the Sun rose up around him with a "boom," even the Chaos Bell hummed, revealing strong hostility and resistance.