Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"Chief of the Witch Clan!"

As soon as Haotian finished speaking, everyone except Yaochi exclaimed in surprise.

Although Yang Jiao was of the same generation as Kong Xuanlongji and the others, in the context of the prehistoric world, he was just a very junior.

The current chieftain of the Wu tribe is Dijiang, the eldest of the twelve ancestral witches. Even if Dijiang steps down, the future chieftain should be the second-generation great witch.

Currently, the strongest of the great witches of the witch clan should be Xing Tian, ​​who guards the Longde Palace. If there are no surprises, Di Jiang and the others will definitely choose him.

After all, for a race, both social connections and strength are important, and Xing Tian possesses both.

"This is something I discussed with Fellow Daoist Pingxin, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches are also aware of it. They will do everything in their power to nurture Yang Jiao," Haotian said with a gentle smile. "Rest assured, it will also benefit them if Yang Jiao can become the future patriarch of the Witch Clan."

Yao Ji's eyes were deep; it seemed that her brother had been plotting quite a bit during her tribulation.

Kong Xuan and the others recalled what Yaochi had said before: there were some things that were beyond their knowledge.

"With my elder brother here, I can rest assured."

Haotian nodded: "I will allow you to become a Quasi-Saint before you leave seclusion. You will have to stay here for at least ten thousand years. Although you will have good fortune and various laws to help you, it is easy for your foundation to become unstable."

"However, I fear my two nephews will come to split the mountain to rescue their mother."

Yao Ji's face flashed with worry: "They are the children of immortals; ten thousand years is enough time for them to grow up."

"It's alright, I'll make proper arrangements." Haotian's lips curled up.

"Then please, Your Majesty, show mercy." Yao Ji shook her head. Jade must be carved to become a gem; it's easy to become a Great Luo Immortal but difficult to become a Quasi-Saint!

"Chan'er, you stay in the Heavenly Court with your uncle and aunt. Your mother needs to go into seclusion. You can come to see your mother when you have achieved success in your cultivation."

Yang Chan hugged Yao Ji, tears welling up in her eyes: "Mother, I will listen to you, but I miss Father and my eldest and second brothers."

Yao Ji's expression was complicated. Bo Huang sighed, "Aunt, I haven't yet attained Quasi-Sainthood, and I can't help my cousin Yang Jiao. I'll send my cousin Chan'er to Yuquan Mountain to see Yang Jian sometime in the future."

"Then I'll trouble you," Yao Ji said with a smile.

"Our aunt took good care of us brothers when we were young, so we should naturally take good care of our cousin Yang Chan."

"I'm going too!" Longji shouted.

"You, you should go into seclusion as soon as possible." Yao Ji glared at her. "Your aura is unstable right now. You should go into seclusion with Xuan Tian to break through your current limitations."

Her brother used her tribulation to make a big fuss, even killing two of the saint's disciples. Although she doesn't know what he's going to do in the future, something big is definitely going to happen. Strength is still the most reliable thing.

Longji responded with a wronged sigh, while Yaoji smiled and said, "Brother, sister-in-law, you should go back now. I need to go into seclusion soon and strive to break through as soon as possible."

"Alright." Haotian nodded and turned his head to indicate. Xuantian handed over a jade slip and said awkwardly, "Aunt, this is the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique that I got from Master. It should be useful to you."

Yao Ji took it and comforted her with a smile, "What happened before was not your fault. It was also because my mind was unstable. My current situation is a result of unforeseen circumstances. You have also helped a lot, so there is no need to feel guilty."

Xuan Tian smiled, knowing that his aunt did this so as not to leave him with any burden.

"Auntie, I will miss you. Don't worry, once I break through, I will take good care of my cousin Chan'er." Longji shook Yaoji's arm, acting coquettishly as before.

"Alright, Auntie believes you." Yao Ji patted her head and smiled as she watched Hao Tian and the others leave. "Go on."

"I'm leaving." Longji hugged her and left with red eyes.

Yao Ji sighed softly, slowly closed her eyes, various laws intertwined, and her aura gradually increased.

……

On Peach Mountain.

Looking at Yang Tianyou, who had turned into a stone statue, Yang Chan climbed onto his shoulder and whispered, "Father, Chan'er saw Mother, and she will see her eldest and second brothers in the future."

"My aunt said that once Chan'er has cultivated, she will be able to ride the clouds to visit you. Father, you should spend more time with Mother."

Yang Chan talked on and on for a long time, and even the stone statue shed a tear, which condensed into a green gem in Yang Chan's palm.

Yaochi sighed, and a golden thread passed through and was placed around Yang Chan's neck. She reached out and hugged Yang Chan, and a pool of clear spring water flew out from her sleeve. The Three Lights Divine Water sprinkled down, and Peach Mountain instantly became lush and green, even the stone statues seemed to have gained more vitality.

"Water nourishes wood; hopefully Yang Tianyou can absorb Jumang's essence blood quickly."

Haotian snorted lightly: "You're quite kind."

With a flick of his finger, a ball of green light flew into Yang Tianyou's heart, and the flowing liquid made Long Ji and the others purse their lips tightly.

Father Emperor was also being hypocritical; the essence of wood would be a top-tier divine object even in the primordial world.

"Father, how about I take my cousin to Jade Spring Mountain?" Bo Huang said in a low voice.

"Alright, the siblings are anxious about being separated. Let them go see Yang Jian, and they should start cultivating again after they come back." Haotian agreed, then looked at the eager Longji and said sternly, "You are not allowed to go. Go back and cultivate in seclusion."

"Alright." Longji sighed regretfully, scratched Yang Chan's cheek, "Chan'er, you should go with Brother Bohuang."

"Cousin, I'll miss you." Yang Chan smiled slightly, her cousin was forbidden from going out.

Upon seeing her mother and father, she became noticeably more cheerful.

Longji could easily see what she was thinking, and tapped her forehead with his fingertip: "You little rascal."

Bo Huang took Yang Chan's hand and bowed slightly: "Father Emperor and Mother Empress, I am leaving now."

Seeing the two nod, a rainbow light shot up from the ground, and Haotian flicked his sleeve, disappearing without a trace from Peach Mountain.

……

The peaks are majestic and beautiful, reaching the sky. Purple mist swirls around them, and golden clouds reflect in the sky. There is a spiritual spring in the mountain, clear and cold, flowing into a stream, tinkling like jade pendants.

It is the famous blessed land of Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave, in the primordial world.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a handsome face and flowing beard sat on a cloud bed in the cave. He wore a plain Taoist robe with cloud patterns, a Bagua silk sash around his waist, a whisk in his hand, and a precious sword stuck diagonally behind his back.

A boy holding an incense burner sat down beside him, watching as a ten-year-old boy outside the cave carried a stone up the mountain, honing his strength.

"Master, Senior Brother Yang Jian is truly diligent!" The boy exclaimed with admiration. "He's so young, yet he can carry such heavy immortal stones."

"The son of a human immortal is naturally extraordinary." Master Yu Ding stroked his long beard and chuckled. Only someone with such talent is worthy of cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, the guardian divine power of their Chan Sect.

Of all the disciples under the master's tutelage, only he, his junior brother Taiyi, and his senior brother Huanglong received the instruction, which shows that this skill also requires suitable candidates to practice.

Thinking of Yang Jian's elder brother, Master Yu Ding, whose eyes were deep and profound, it was clear that his talent was even superior, as he was praised by his master.

However—he smiled slightly, he was already content to have Yang Jian as his disciple, and even so, his other fellow disciples envied him greatly.

Suddenly, his mind stirred, and he looked out of the mountain. He quickly got off the cloud bed and said, "Boy, quickly open the mountain gate for me and call your senior brother. We have distinguished guests coming."