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

Taiqing Laozi's One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones clones follow a rhythm close to "Tao follows nature." Wherever there is a strong sense of life and vitality, he will go there.

He had seen human cultivators who had already embarked on the path of immortality, with cultivation levels equivalent to Earth Immortals, Celestial Immortals, and True Immortals.

In the mountains and wilderness, groups of three or five gathered, employing magical techniques that might seem somewhat rudimentary to powerful beings of the primordial era, yet were full of agility and coordination.

They hunted down those tough-skinned, powerful, and fierce demonic beasts.

He observed that individual human cultivators of the same level often had physical strength, magical power, and even innate supernatural abilities that were indeed inferior to those born and raised by the earth or those with long-standing bloodlines.

However, human cultivators understand the importance of "cooperation".

They had a clear division of labor, with those skilled in defense leading the way with shields.

Those skilled in control can restrict the casting of spells.

Those who are keen on attacking will seek out weaknesses.

Furthermore, those skilled in battle formations set up traps to entrap the enemy on the outer perimeter.

The tacit understanding between them is often not due to blood ties.

Rather, it is combat instinct formed through language, gestures, and even long-term training.

Several skilled human True Immortals could achieve this with minimal cost.

They successfully hunted down a ferocious and powerful monster, whose strength was comparable to that of an early-stage Xuanxian.

They transformed their flesh and bones into cultivation resources and tribal reserves.

What surprised him even more was that during his travels, he did indeed "encounter" several exceptionally talented young human geniuses.

He saw a young man whose cultivation was only equivalent to the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm, using a strange sword technique full of the true meaning of "protection" and "piercing".

He defeated a veteran early-stage True Immortal instructor.

His sword intent is refined and his fighting will is tenacious, far surpassing those of others in the same realm.

Or perhaps it occurred on the verge of a small-scale conflict between humans and hostile races, primarily between demonic beast groups coveting human resources or territory.

Witnessing a seemingly frail human youth, whose cultivation was only at the mid-stage of True Immortal...

In a critical moment, it could even evoke a certain martial arts intent related to mountains and rivers.

It unleashed a terrifying attack comparable to that of a Xuanxian immortal.

Defeat the powerful enemy and protect your comrades.

These are the kind of "unparalleled geniuses" who can "challenge those above their level" and even demonstrate potential beyond their level.

Over the centuries, he "unexpectedly" encountered more than one.

Although with his keen eyesight he could tell that most of these geniuses possessed special physical attributes or had extraordinary experiences,

Moreover, it seems to be subtly blessed by some invisible network of fortune that covers the entire human territory.

However, the potential and sharpness it displayed still made him think twice about the "possibility" of this new race.

He also turned his attention more to the mortal human race, which formed the largest foundation of human society.

The vast majority of them are unable to draw qi into their bodies, or are only in the early stages of qi cultivation and foundation building.

Their strength, speed, and lifespan are far inferior to those of immortal cultivators.

It is even more fragile than many strong wild beasts.

Yet it is precisely these seemingly frail individuals whose actions and creations constitute the most solid and vibrant foundation of human civilization.

He had seen mortal humans, under the guidance of experienced craftsmen.

Shouting in unison, they used simple principles such as levers and pulleys.

Together they lifted the massive wooden stone.

They built sturdy houses with ingenious structures that could shelter them from wind and rain for decades.

He had seen skillful women sitting in front of their houses, using bone needles and spindles to weave treated animal hides and hemp thread into well-fitting, warm garments.

They even embroidered simple patterns on the corners of their clothes, patterns that symbolize blessings or tribal identity.

He had seen the wisps of smoke rising from the village at dusk.

The aroma wafting from the simple yet clean stove was a blend of grains, wild vegetables, and the occasional hunted meat.

That's the taste of "home".

He had seen shirtless men in blacksmith shops, sweating profusely as they repeatedly hammered red-hot iron billets beside the glowing furnace.

They were crafted into sharp farm tools, sturdy implements, and even simple weapons.

The clanging and banging sounds seemed to be humanity's indomitable declaration of demanding from nature and transforming the world.

He had witnessed the scenes of natural disasters.

A sudden flash flood breached the riverbank and submerged downstream villages.

In the desperate moment when floods raged and homes were destroyed,

What he saw was not a scattering of people fleeing for their lives.

Instead, it was countless mortals, regardless of age or gender, who spontaneously organized themselves.

Strong and able-bodied men risked being swept away, jumping into waist-deep, muddy floodwaters to rescue trapped women, children, and the elderly.

Those tribespeople who knew herbs and medicine tirelessly treated the wounded on a makeshift high ground.

Though there was sadness in his eyes, there was no despair.

There is only one unwavering light: "Man will conquer nature" and "Rebuild our homeland."

It is a power of "unity" that originates from blood ties and transcends the individual.

He had also witnessed the devastation caused by the plague.

A tribe was struck by an unknown disease, and its members fell ill one after another.

High fever, coughing up blood, and skin ulcers all over the body.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of death mixed with herbs.

Panic spread at one point.

But soon, the elders of the tribe and the pharmacists who knew medicine stepped forward.

They tried various remedies while strictly isolating the patients.

He directed the healthy members of the clan to burn the infected items and clean the water source.

Countless families tirelessly care for their loved ones at their bedside, even though they themselves face a very high risk of infection.

He witnessed firsthand a mother holding her dying child's hand.

humming an ancient lullaby softly until the child stopped breathing.

Her tears fell silently, but she quickly wiped them away and turned to take care of other patients.

That is the amazing "tenacity" and undying "hope" shown in the face of death and suffering.

Of course, he had also witnessed the pain of losing loved ones.

The young hunter was devoured by wild animals, leaving behind a weeping wife and children and elderly parents;

The loving spouse passed away due to illness, and the other sat alone in front of the door, staring blankly at the setting sun all day long.

A mother who lost her son in a small-scale conflict during the war fainted from crying while clutching her blood-stained clothes.

That heart-wrenching sorrow was so real, so deeply moving.

Even the Supreme Purity One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones, a state of mind that has long since transcended all emotions, is still remarkable.

It couldn't help but stir a very faint ripple in my heart.

He realized that this was more than just pain.

It is also a bond of "emotion".

It is the echo of the breaking of the deepest connection between lives.

It is part of the complex emotions that constitute what makes a "human" a "human".

For hundreds of years, the Taiqing One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones' incarnations have been like a completely transparent mirror.

It also resembles a ghost without a physical form.

Quietly "soaked" in the boiling, rich broth of life that humanity is made from countless ordinary and extraordinary moments, joys and sorrows, creations and destructions.

He viewed it from a detached perspective.

Experiencing the seemingly weak yet infinitely potential "miracle power" within this newborn race.

That's not just talent in cultivation.

It is also the instinct for civilization to evolve on its own, for ethnic groups to improve themselves, and for wisdom and courage to emerge in dire straits.