My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

A month after the truce between the Lich Kings, someone came to visit Meng Chuan in the ancestral land of the Lich Kings.

But a gaunt figure approached with a forced smile.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan! A month ago, you single-handedly fought five disciples of the Dao Ancestor to a draw, your prowess shaking the primordial world! I admire you greatly!"

The person who arrived was none other than Ran Deng.

He bowed deeply, his face plastered with a fawning smile, his eyes burning with desire.

Meng Chuan glanced at him and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Ran Deng, is there something you need?"

Yes! Yes!

Ran Deng nodded repeatedly, rubbing his hands together, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face. "This humble Taoist...this humble Taoist has a favor to ask."

"explain."

"This humble Taoist... wishes to become your disciple!"

Ran Deng bowed deeply, his posture extremely humble. "Fellow Daoist, you have proven your Dao through strength, and your combat prowess is unparalleled. I have long admired you. I wish to become your disciple, your personally taught senior disciple, and serve you faithfully without hesitation!"

Meng Chuan: "..."

He looked at the shameless guy in front of him and was speechless for a moment.

This lamp-burning fellow is truly shameless.

"I'm sorry, I have no plans to take on any apprentices."

Meng Chuan refused outright, his tone calm but leaving no room for argument.

The smile on Ran Deng's face froze, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, yet he remained undeterred: "Fellow Daoist, won't you reconsider? Though I am dull-witted, I am diligent and will certainly not embarrass you!"

"No need."

Meng Chuan shook his head. "Fellow Daoist Ran Deng, please return."

Randeng opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but seeing Meng Chuan's indifferent eyes, he swallowed his words back.

He sighed, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "In that case, I shall take my leave."

Having said that, he turned and left, his figure desolate.

Meng Chuan watched his departing figure and shook his head.

This guy, Ran Deng, is so shameless that he's probably the only one of his kind in the entire prehistoric world.

……

The Lich War ended in a draw.

But the impact of this battle is far from over.

After the war, both sides tacitly agreed to a truce.

Without the decree of the Dao Ancestor or the intervention of the Heavenly Dao, both sides simply realized that neither could do anything to the other in the short term.

And so, peace returned to the primordial world.

But everyone knew that this peace was only temporary...

A storm is brewing.

The third millennium after the Great War.

Kunlun Mountain, the sacred site of the Three Pure Ones.

A heated argument shattered the tranquility of this sacred place.

"Dividing the family? Eldest brother, you want to divide the family?!"

The voice reached the heavens, filled with unbelievable rage.

Lao Tzu sat calmly on his cloud bed, his voice indifferent: "Third brother, the three of us brothers have different beliefs. Forcing us to come together will only increase conflicts. It would be better to separate and cultivate separately than to argue every day."

"I disagree!"

Tongtian suddenly stood up. "Father God transformed into all things, and his primordial spirit split into three, thus creating you and me, the three brothers! How can you propose dividing the family? Do you have any respect for Father God?!"

"Third brother!"

Yuanshi sneered, "How dare you speak to your elder brother like that? He's doing this for our own good!"

"For our own good?"

Tongtian, enraged, laughed coldly. "Yuanshi, don't think I don't know! You're ashamed because you suffered a loss at the hands of Fellow Daoist Mengchuan, and you don't want to stay with me anymore. You want to split up, I agree, but don't drag my elder brother into it!"

"you--"

"That's enough!"

Laozi's voice deepened, and a vast pressure spread out, suppressing the argument between the two.

He looked at Tongtian, a hint of weariness in his eyes: "Third brother, I have made up my mind about dividing the family property. If you are willing, you can still visit me often in the future."

Looking at Laozi's calm face, Tongtian suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

He got it.

Elder brother, you have made your choice.

Between his second brother and him, the eldest brother chose to support his second brother.

"Great...very good!"

Tongtian nodded slowly, his voice hoarse, "In that case, I will not disturb you two brothers any longer."

He turned around, strode out of the dojo, and didn't look back.

The Qingping Sword let out a mournful cry behind him, as if it too was grieving for this separation.

Lao Tzu watched Tongtian's departing figure, remained silent for a long time, and finally let out a sigh.

"Second brother, you stay in Kunlun, I'm leaving."

Upon hearing Laozi's words, Yuanshi nodded, glanced in the direction Tongtian had left, his eyes still cold, and then personally saw Laozi off.

From then on, the Three Pure Ones separated.

Lao Tzu traveled west and settled on Shouyang Mountain.

Yuan Shi stayed behind and resided in the Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

He traveled eastward to the heavens and settled on Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea.

The Three Pure Ones, who were transformed from Pangu's primordial spirit, each occupied their own territory from then on, and their former friendship was gone forever.

When this news spread, the entire world was shaken!

"The Three Pure Ones have split up? How is that possible?!"

"I heard it was because of Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan... Yuanshi and Meng Chuan had a feud, but Tongtian was on good terms with Meng Chuan. The three brothers had different ideals and eventually went their separate ways."

"Alas... the true lineage of Pangu has come to such an end. How tragic and lamentable."

"It's hard to say whether this will be a blessing or a curse for the primordial world."

After the division of the family, the three Pure Ones each went into seclusion, summoning the Primordial Purple Qi to comprehend the Way of the Sages.

Four thousand years later, from the direction of Shouyang Mountain, a vast aura soared into the sky, piercing through the clouds!

Auspicious purple clouds stretch 30,000 miles eastward, and golden lotuses emerge from the void!

Lao Tzu has broken through to the peak of Quasi-Saint!

Seven thousand years later, from the direction of the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, a similar aura soared into the sky!

Yuan Shi also broke through to the peak of Quasi-Saint!

Eight thousand years later, in the direction of Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea, sword energy soared into the sky, and the four swords of Zhuxian rang out in unison!

Tongtian has also stepped into the peak of Quasi-Saint!

Although the Three Pure Ones separated, they all broke through to the peak of Quasi-Saint within a short span of ten thousand years!

This made all the powerful beings in the prehistoric world sigh once again – the true lineage of Pangu, its foundation is indeed profound!

at the same time--

The Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi of the Demon Clan Heavenly Court have also reached the peak of the late Quasi-Saint stage, only half a step away from the peak of Quasi-Saint!

Nuwa, the goddess of the moon, also broke through to the late stage of Quasi-Saint!

Fuxi, the Emperor Xi, broke through to the late stage of Quasi-Saint!

Demon Master Kunpeng has also entered the late stage of Quasi-Saint!

The Demon Court's strength has surged once again!

The Wu tribe, on the other hand, was equally unwilling to be outdone.

Dijiang and Zhujiuyin went into seclusion after the Lich War. When they emerged, they already possessed the peak combat power of Quasi-Saints!

Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and the other nine ancestral witches also possessed the combat power of a late-stage quasi-saint!

Houtu has also entered the late stage of Quasi-Saint!

After ten thousand years of seclusion in the depths of the Blood Sea, Styx emerged as a late-stage Quasi-Saint!

Not long after the truce between the Lich King and the Demon King, Zhen Yuanzi broke through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint. He sat in seclusion in Wuzhuang Temple for ten thousand years and finally broke through to the late-stage of Quasi-Saint!

Meanwhile, Meng Chuan began a long period of seclusion deep within the Pangu Palace.

He wants to break the shackles set by the Heavenly Dao and step into the late stage of Quasi-Saint!

This seclusion lasted for ten thousand years.

Over the course of ten thousand years, he continuously comprehended the Great Dao of Power, fused the Daoist essence of the Chaos Pearl fragments, and tempered his physical body and primordial spirit.

The shackles of fate, like an invisible mountain, weighed down on him, making it difficult for him to move forward.

But he did not give up.

Attack after attack, failure after failure...

The Great Dao of Power resonated within him, fragments of the Chaos Pearl floated in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the insights he gained from resonating with the true form of Pangu were chewed and digested over and over again.

Finally, one day, ten thousand years later—

Click!

It was as if something had shattered.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, a fleeting, chaotic light flashing within them.

An aura far surpassing the previous one emanated from his body.

Late stage of Quasi-Saint!

He broke free from the shackles of Heaven's will!

He stood up, clenched his fist, felt the power surging within him several times greater, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Late stage of Quasi-Saint... I've finally reached it."

He walked out of the Pangu Palace and found Houtu standing under an ancient tree in the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, seemingly waiting for him.

"You've made a breakthrough."

Houtu looked at him with gentle eyes, her beautiful face still serene.

"Um."

Meng Chuan nodded. "How's your progress lately?"

Houtu shook her head: "In the present prehistoric world, under the will of Heaven, the laws are difficult to cultivate. Although I have reached the late stage of Quasi-Saint, I am still a long way from the peak of Quasi-Saint."

"No rush."

Meng Chuan said, "Take your time."

Houtu nodded and said nothing more.

The two stood side by side under the ancient tree, gazing at the distant, rolling mountains, and remained silent for a long time.

……

In the primordial era, years were not recorded.

In the blink of an eye, 20,000 years have passed since the last Lich War.

On this day, a figure in a pure white fairy dress landed outside the ancestral land of the Witch Clan.

Nuwa, the Demon Queen of the Demon Court and a direct disciple of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Nuwa!

Looking at the ancestral land before her, which was filled with malevolent energy, she took a deep breath and proclaimed loudly, "Nuwa requests an audience with the Ancestral Witch Houtu!"

The sound spread throughout the ancestral land.

Soon, a beam of primordial yellow light rose from the depths of the ancestral land and landed in front of Nuwa.

Houtu looked at her calmly: "What brings the Empress Nuwa here?"

Nuwa remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "I wish to request some of the Nine Heavens Breath Soil."

Houtu's eyes flickered slightly: "Nine Heavens Breath Soil? What use does Nuwa have for it?"

Nuwa did not hide anything: "I wish to create a race of beings called 'Humans.' This requires the Breath Soil of the Nine Heavens as material and the Divine Water of the Three Lights as a catalyst."

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Houtu's eyes.

She remembered what Meng Chuan had once said—"Nuwa created humans, and her merit made her a saint!"

Is Nuwa finally about to take this step?

She didn't agree immediately, but turned her head to look in the direction of the Pangu Temple...

There, Meng Chuan was slowly walking out.