Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 76 The Leader of All Spirits
Above the Southern Wilderness, the divine fire of Zhurong, powerful enough to burn mountains and boil seas, and the illusory images of the twenty-four worlds that suppressed all heavens, all receded slowly like the tide, eventually vanishing into thin air.

The terrifying pressure that had enveloped an area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles vanished without a trace, and the world returned to peace.

Ma Yuan retrieved the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl and calmly gazed at the figure in front of him, who had also suppressed his overwhelming fighting spirit.

The great shaman of the Wu tribe, who was wearing a long robe with phoenix feathers, also dispelled the ancestral shaman's image behind him.

The violent aura around him was completely contained, and he regained his tall and slender figure, which was full of primal power.

She looked at Ma Yuan, and there was no longer a trace of murderous intent in her eyes that had been burning with fire.

Instead, it gave me a thrilling and exhilarating feeling, like meeting my match.

"That felt great! It really felt great!"

The Great Shaman in Phoenix Robe looked up and let out a clear, loud laugh, filled with the unique boldness and unbridled spirit of the Shaman Clan.

She looked at Ma Yuan and said in a loud voice:

"Since I entered the realm of the Great Witch, there have been very few among my peers in the Zhurong tribe who can withstand my physical strength."

Even in the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race, ordinary late-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal demons would retreat in the face of my Ancestral Witch Dharma Form, finding it difficult to contend with me.

"I initially thought it was some demon clan spying on my people, but I never imagined it was you, Taoist." Her gaze swept over Ma Yuan, filled with curiosity.

"You have only just entered the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, yet your Dao foundation is flawless and your magical power is incredibly strong. It is truly unexpected that you could fight me to this extent."

Upon hearing this, Ma Yuan simply smiled calmly.

He knew the other person wasn't being flattering.

If it weren't for his strong foundation and the protection of the two top-grade innate spiritual treasures, the Purple Gold Jade Ruyi and the Twenty-Four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, he would definitely not have been able to defeat this great witch of the witch clan today.

He bowed respectfully to the phoenix-robed high priest and said humbly:

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. I merely benefited from the magic treasure. In terms of Daoist techniques and supernatural powers, compared to the supreme Dao of tempering the physical body to its limit and returning to simplicity, I am ultimately inferior."

These words were not merely polite formalities, but rather Ma Yuan's heartfelt sentiments.

The Wu tribe's cultivation method, which relies solely on internal cultivation and seeks to unlock supreme power within themselves, shares a similar essence with his philosophy of "seeking within and creating one's own world."

"Haha! You Taoist priest are quite interesting, unlike those hypocritical demons!" Upon hearing this, the Phoenix-Robed Great Shaman's smile widened.

She strode forward, gave Ma Yuan a hearty fist salute, and introduced herself: "I am Yanli, a great shaman of the Yan tribe under the command of the ancestral shaman Zhurong. And you, Taoist, what is your name?"

“Ma Yuan, a rogue cultivator from Skull Mountain.” Ma Yuan returned the greeting calmly.

"Ma Yuan..." Yan Li murmured the name, then his gaze fell on the faint aura of merit surrounding Ma Yuan, a knowing glint in his eyes.
"I observe the flow of merit and the protective aura around you; you are certainly not one of those bloodthirsty demons. In that case, let's become friends through this misunderstanding!"

"We were both not quite satisfied with the battle we just fought. This place is desolate and not suitable for entertaining guests. My Yan tribe is not far away. Fellow Daoist Ma Yuan, would you be willing to come with me to the tribe, share a bowl of fine wine, and continue our unfinished battle?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Yuan's heart stirred slightly.

He knew that this seemingly rough invitation was actually a tremendous opportunity.

Although I have observed the Wu tribe's cultivation over thousands of years from afar, I have benefited greatly.

But ultimately, it's like watching a fire from across the river or seeing flowers through a fog; it's difficult to grasp its true essence.

Now, being personally invited by a great shaman of the Wu clan to delve into the heart of his tribe is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for him to closely comprehend the Wu clan's body-refining methods and verify his own Dao!
As for the danger…

Ma Yuan made a judgment in an instant.

Although the Wu tribe is warlike, they are also straightforward and honest, unlike the demon tribe which is more calculating.

The great shaman named Yili before them had pure fighting spirit in his eyes, without a trace of killing intent; this invitation must have come from the heart.

Once this thought was made, Ma Yuan no longer hesitated.

He smiled calmly at Yanli and readily agreed: "Since it is the great shaman who has invited me, I humbly accept."

"Great! That's awesome!"

When Yanli saw Ma Yuan respond, he was overjoyed.

Without saying another word, she immediately led the way, guiding Ma Yuan toward the Yanwu tribe nestled deep within the volcanic cluster, striding briskly.

When Ma Yuan truly stepped into this primitive tribe built from countless giant beast skeletons and volcanic black rock, a powerful aura filled with primal wildness and boundless vitality washed over him.

It was completely different from the ominous and chaotic scene he had imagined.

Although the tribe was rugged, it was also well-organized.

Countless burly shamans, seeing their great shaman leading a foreign Taoist priest back, all cast curious glances, but showed no hostility whatsoever.

A campfire blazed brightly on the village grounds.

Dozens of sorcerers were working together to gut a monster they had just hunted, a beast whose size was comparable to a mountain. The air was filled with the rich aroma of roasted meat.

Some of the shamanic children, still in their early teens, chased and played among the houses built of bones, full of pure vitality.

"Greetings, Great Shaman!"

"The Great Shaman is back!"

Countless shamans bowed deeply upon seeing Yanli, their voices booming with reverence.

"Get up, all of you!" Feng Yu waved his hand, then pointed at Ma Yuan and announced loudly to all the clansmen.
"This is Fellow Daoist Ma Yuan, a new friend of mine and a distinguished guest of my Yan tribe! Go, bring me the finest Fire Rhinoceros Wine, and roast the heart of that Qiu Xu beast. Today, I will drink with Fellow Daoist Ma Yuan until we are both drunk!"

"Yes!"

The entire tribe instantly erupted in excitement.

Countless shamans cheered and began preparing for this unexpected feast.

Soon, a bonfire feast full of primitive and heroic spirit began in the huge open space in the center of the tribe.

There were no exquisite dishes on jade platters, nor any celestial nectar or jade liquor.

Yes, but it was a fiery, pungent liquor served in huge earthenware urns.

And the enormous monster's flesh and blood, sizzling and roasting over the campfire.

Without any hesitation, Yanli tore off a huge beast leg and handed it to Ma Yuan, then filled his bowl with fire rhinoceros wine, laughing heartily:
"Our Wu clan is not as particular as your immortal clan. We only have this simple meal. I hope Fellow Daoist Ma Yuan will not find it offensive!"

Ma Yuan also smiled freely, accepted the meat and strong liquor, and began to eat heartily.

He discovered that the wine and meat of this witch clan contained extremely pure blood and fire elemental power.

It is of great benefit to tempering the physical body.

After several rounds of drinks and several servings of meat, the wine was finished and the meat was cooked.

Looking at these boisterous, hearty shamans eating meat and drinking wine, Ma Yuan couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity.

As he looked at the totems branded on these shamans, at their hunting of monsters, and at their tribal way of life, a thought arose in his mind.

He couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist Yanli, I observe that the Wu tribe is brave but disrespectful to heaven and earth. I wonder how they view the myriad creatures of this primordial world?"

Upon hearing this, Yanli swallowed the beast meat in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and said matter-of-factly:
"Our Wu tribe is formed from the essence of the heart and blood of our Father God Pangu, and is the rightful descendant of our Father God. And all the myriad spirits in this primordial world are also born from the Father God's transformation of all things, and in the end, they are all our compatriots and brothers."

Her eyes revealed an innate pride and sense of responsibility.

"But we are the closest of blood, and it is only right that we should be the leaders of all living beings in this primordial world, leading them to multiply and thrive on this land. This is the scene that Father God would like to see."

"As for the demon race that resides high in the heavens..." A hint of disdain flashed in Yan Li's eyes.
"He merely usurped the title of the Heavenly Emperor. The Demon Emperor Di Jun attempted to enslave all races and place all living beings under the rule of his Demon Court."

This is defying the will of Heaven, violating the original intention of Pangu, the Father God, in creating the world and all things; therefore, he deserves to be punished!

After hearing these words, Ma Yuan fell into a long silence.

Involuntarily, the image of the human race in later generations—physically weak, yet ultimately becoming the protagonists of heaven and earth through wisdom and unity—came to mind.

Tribes, totems, hunting, unity...

How similar!

"It is likely that most of the humans in later generations learned this original way of survival from the witch tribe."

(End of this chapter)