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

"Fellow Daoist Haotian, I wonder what has happened in the Heavenly Court?" Houtu stood in front of Dijiang at the foot of Buzhou Mountain and asked with a faint smile.

Although their Wu clan couldn't ascend due to their physical limitations, the twelve Ancestral Witches could still sense that fleeting, oppressive aura. However, surprisingly, no fight broke out.

"It's nothing." Haotian smiled amusedly. "We had a tiring visit to the Heavenly Court, and Fellow Daoist Dijun gifted me a spiritual treasure."

Yaochi took out the Emerald Light Yin-Yang Lamp at the right time, which made Sanqing's eyelids twitch. "Don't use euphemisms, junior brother."

"I see." Houtu chuckled and didn't ask any further questions. They had only been in the Heavenly Court for a thousand years, so they would surely sense any conflict that might occur.

"The establishment of the Witch Clan was kept a secret by you, fellow Daoist." Haotian chuckled, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Houtu's expression froze for a moment, then she said nonchalantly, "We, the Wu tribe, only revere our Father God; why should we report to the Heavenly Way?"

The other Ancestral Witches behind her also seemed to take it for granted. Haotian remained silent for a moment. Even Houtu, who was relatively kind, thought the same way. What could he say?

The Wu tribe needs blood offerings, and all the races of the prehistoric world are insecure, so it's no wonder they've united. But this is not something he can solve. Haotian's gaze paused for a moment. On the Three Immortal Islands...

"Junior Brother Haotian has already explained to Dijun that they will move the Heavenly Court away from Buzhou Mountain," Yuanshi said, looking at Houtu with a serious expression.

"That's how it should be!"

"Indeed, how can we allow the demon race to occupy Buzhou Mountain?"

The other Ancestral Witches chatted amongst themselves, as if only Ancestral Witches could climb Mount Buzhou. Naturally, they were in a bad mood because they had been tricked by Di Jun and the others.

The Three Pure Ones stared intently at the Ancestral Witch for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter, prompting Houtu to look over curiously: "Why are you three Daoist brothers laughing?"

The three Pure Ones were stunned at the same time. Even Tongtian opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Haotian's eyes flashed with a smile. Even his usually straightforward senior brother Tongtian was at a loss for words.

Is he going to just say: "You witch clan are really idiots!"

"The three senior brothers must have thought of something good. In another 40,000 years, Master will give his second sermon, and the strength of all the gods in the primordial world will increase." Haotian said casually. The demon race already has four Hunyuan Golden Immortals, and you are still worrying about this and that.

Houtu remained silent. Their Wu clan could not cultivate immortal techniques; if they wanted to break through, they would have to rely on the laws of bloodline.

"We should also depart now." Haotian nodded, and golden light gradually rose from his body. Houtu quickly said, "Thank you for the Heavenly Court's relocation, fellow Daoist."

"It's nothing." Haotian's voice still lingered in the void, but his figure had already disappeared. The Three Pure Ones and Yaochi nodded slightly and turned into light and disappeared.

Houtu sighed and looked up at the summit of Buzhou Mountain. The other ancestral witches followed suit. The Thirty-Three Heavens were gradually moving away, but Buzhou Mountain still exuded an ancient and desolate aura.

……

On the nameless immortal mountain, five streams of light descended, and the Three Pure Ones cupped their hands towards Haotian, as a way of thanking him for smoothing things over for them in front of the Ancestral Witch.

"My three senior brothers also saw it." Haotian laughed heartily. He couldn't help but shake his head. It was clear to outsiders, yet the person involved still thought he was the only one who mattered in the primordial world!

Laozi reached out and grasped a wisp of gray energy, which he held between his fingertips. His aged voice was weary: "The great calamity of the Dragon-Han era is about to repeat itself once again."

Yes, the two races are at odds. The Witch Clan believes they are protecting the world, yet they wantonly hunt down all races for food. The Demon Clan unites to save themselves, but with the Heavenly Court appearing in the world, who dares to say that the Heavenly Dao is not behind it?

"If this continues, the merits and fortune of the Wu Clan probably won't last long." Tongtian sighed. After all, they were all born of the Father God, and he still felt a little reluctant.

Haotian, holding the Lotus Lantern, asked with a smile in his eyes, "So, what does Senior Brother intend to do?"

Tongtian choked up. He was only somewhat saddened by the plight of his kind, but he couldn't bring himself to get involved in the Great Tribulation for the sake of the Witch Clan.

"The two races brought this upon themselves." Haotian's expression was indifferent. "The fundamental conflict between the Witch and Demon races is irreconcilable. Let alone us, even if Master came, they might not be convinced."

To survive, the Wu tribe and the Yao tribe merged together, but Di Jun had already developed ambitions. They both wanted to unify the prehistoric world, and a great war was inevitable.

"Alright, junior brother, would you like to visit my Kunlun Mountain?" Yuanshi asked, raising his eyelids.

Haotian shook his head: "I have been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years and have not returned to Yujing Mountain for a long time. I need to go and see Yaochi."

"That makes sense." Yuanshi nodded, then Haotian suddenly asked, "Have the three senior brothers already severed their three incarnations?"

"Not bad." Lao Tzu nodded affirmatively. After tens of thousands of years of seclusion, they had all managed to sever their benevolent corpses.

Haotian pursed his lips, regretting the loss of the Innate Five Elements and Five Directions Grand Array. He unfolded his auspicious cloud, and a beam of black light landed in front of Laozi, with black lotus blossoms hanging down, exuding a powerful aura.

"The Northern Profound Origin Water Control Flag?" The Three Pure Ones were taken aback. Laozi examined it in his hand and said, "The spiritual light is dim; it's damaged."

"The damage from fighting with others can be recovered by nurturing for ten thousand years, Senior Brother," Haotian nodded.

"Junior brother is truly decisive and efficient. He found the Northern Banner in less than a century," Tongtian couldn't help but say.

"It was just luck." Haotian waved his hand, not wanting to say more.

"Now that this matter is settled, Yaochi and I will return to Jade Capital Mountain. There are still 40,000 years until the sermon, but I plan to go to Zixiao Palace a thousand years earlier. What about my three senior brothers?"

"Going so early..." Tongtian was about to finish speaking when he was suddenly hit with a pestle by Yuanshi. "We are direct disciples, so it is only right that we go to see our master a thousand years in advance."

Haotian couldn't help but laugh out loud. Seeing the changes in Laozi and Yuanshi's expressions, he pulled Yaochi away, leaving only his voice behind: "In that case, let's meet again at Zixiao Palace."

As the two left, Laozi's face immediately turned gloomy. He lashed out with his coiled dragon crutch behind Tongtian, and Yuanshi's Three Treasures Jade Ruyi stamped a red mark on Tongtian's head.

"You better watch your step!" Yuanshi scolded irritably. Tongtian lowered his head in shame, not daring to argue back.

That's right, they should go see their master in advance. Not to mention the master's careful cultivation of them, the several times he gave them special instruction are enough to make them want to visit him often.

Tongtian touched his forehead, feeling the burning pain in his back. He wanted to cry but had no tears. When will this poor Taoist priest be able to correct his bluntness?

……

At the foot of Jade Capital Mountain, Yaochi pursed her lips to suppress a smile, looking at Haotian who was laughing heartily with a hint of exasperation: "Senior brother, we're home, stop laughing."

Haotian wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and said breathlessly, "Senior Brother Tongtian must have gotten a beating."

Yaochi hummed twice, waved her hand, and the formation opened. The two of them stepped into Yujing Mountain one after the other, just like when they left a Yuanhui ago.