Primordial: While Other Ancestor Witches Train Their Bodies, You Build Mechs?

Transmigrated as the 13th Ancestral Shaman in a doomed tribe? No problem—just hide until the apocalypse passes. But when I casually suggest skipping the Dao Ancestor's lectures to "teach ourselves," my twelve doting siblings take it literally. Now we're running a rival academy at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, poaching students from Hongjun himself! I only wanted to organize our tribe's messy heritage, but somehow I invented a written language, upgraded the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation, and... wait, are those combat mechs? While my siblings bulk up with body cultivation, I'm revolutionizing an…