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

The Netherworld Blood Sea.

When Styx heard Meng Chuan's words, which had spread throughout the area surrounding Buzhou Mountain, he was awakened from his seclusion deep in the Blood Sea.

He was silent for a moment before uttering two words: "Awesome!"

"Unexpectedly, Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, despite being burdened by the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, was still able to advance further and break through to the late Quasi-Saint stage!"

He also guessed that Meng Chuan had broken through, otherwise how could he have made the peak Quasi-Saint Yuan Shi so embarrassed?

"I also need to hurry up and break through to the peak of Quasi-Saint."

……

Shouyang Mountain.

Lao Tzu stood atop the mountain, gazing in the direction of Kunlun, and remained silent for a long time.

The primordial spirit's obsessive corpse was severed, and the original body hid in the demon race's heavenly court.

He had just learned of this news.

He simply sighed and didn't say anything more.

Before the Lich War, he had advised Yuanshi not to provoke Meng Chuan again, but Yuanshi wouldn't listen, and there was nothing he could do.

……

East China Sea, Jin'ao Island.

Tongtian was drinking by the sea when he heard the news.

He paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears almost streamed down his face.

A newly initiated disciple standing nearby was startled, wondering what his teacher was laughing about.

"Well done." Tongtian put down his wine cup, but there was no smile in his eyes. "My second brother should also suffer a bit."

He paused, then added, "However, I was afraid of dying, so I hid in the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court... Tsk, that really disgraced the true lineage of Pangu."

His tone contained sarcasm, as well as a hint of something complex that was hard to define.

……

Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi sat under the ginseng fruit tree, listened to the news, remained silent for a moment, and then frowned.

While Yuan Shi's humiliation was certainly gratifying, he was more worried about Meng Chuan's situation.

Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti all possess the Primordial Purple Qi, and it is only a matter of time before they become saints.

Although Meng Chuan was strong, he was ultimately only a quasi-saint.

What will he do when those three become saints?

Zhen Yuanzi sighed and muttered to himself, "I only hope that the plan for the underground path will succeed. Only when Houtu Ancestral Witch becomes the Supreme Saint of the Underground Path can she protect Fellow Daoist Mengchuan after those three become saints."

……

Xi Kunlun.

The Eastern King and the Western Queen Mother sat facing each other, drinking tea.

After hearing the news, the two looked at each other.

Dongwanggong put down his teacup: "Yuanshi has completely lost face this time."

The Queen Mother of the West said calmly, "That's what he brought on himself... If he hadn't gotten involved in the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, would things be like this today?"

Dongwanggong nodded and said nothing more.

The two continued drinking tea, as if they had just been discussing a trivial matter.

……

Lingjiu Mountain.

When Randeng heard the news, he was meditating in his cave.

He opened his eyes, remained silent for a long while, and then let out a long breath.

"Thank goodness he didn't take me as his apprentice..."

He recalled being rejected when he went to the ancestral home of the Wu tribe to become an apprentice. He felt a little regretful at the time, but now he only felt fortunate.

If Meng Chuan had taken him in back then, he would now be offending those three future saints along with Meng Chuan.

After thinking it over, Randeng decided that it would be safer for him to continue as a rogue cultivator for the time being.

Wait until a new sage appears before considering trying to curry favor with him.

……

When the news spread throughout the primordial world, all living beings there laughed at Yuanshi.

Those rogue cultivators who had been looked down upon by Yuanshi, those demons who had been mocked by him with cold words, and those cultivators who dared not speak out against him were all discussing it privately at this moment.

Some say he deserved it, some say he brought it on himself, and some lament that the true Pangu lineage is nothing more than this!

Yuanshi sat in the side hall arranged for him by the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, his face ashen.

"Meng Chuan..."

He gritted his teeth, uttering the name word by word, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "On the day I become a saint, I will personally descend upon the Witch Clan, tear you to pieces, and condemn your true spirit to eternal damnation!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried extreme hatred!

No one responded to him.

Jieyin and Zhunti, who lived in the adjacent side hall, heard Yuanshi's words, exchanged a glance, and said nothing.

They are now somewhat regretful.

If I had known Meng Chuan would be so difficult to deal with, I shouldn't have interfered in Yuan Shi's affairs in the first place.

But it's too late to regret it now.

……

In the primordial era, years were not recorded.

As time passed, the primordial world returned to its former tranquility.

But this calm did not last long.

On this day, a five-colored ray of light rose from the primordial land and pierced through the nine heavens!

Bathed in the glow of the sunset, the aura of creation permeated the air, teeming with life...

Countless powerful beings sent out their divine senses toward the direction where the rosy light was rising.

There, Nuwa stood in a valley, with a pile of clay figures in front of her.

Those clay figures were only the size of a palm, and they came in all shapes and sizes, some male, some female, some old, some young...

She stretched out her finger and touched the center of each clay figure's forehead.

The clay figure came to life.

They take root where they land, grow tall in the wind, and transform into living, breathing creatures.

They were naked, with pure eyes, curiously observing the world.

Nuwa looked at them, a gentle smile appearing in her eyes.

"From this day forward, you are 'human beings'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Heaven responded.

boom--!!

High above, a vast golden pillar of light descended with a thunderous roar, enveloping Nuwa within it!

Within the pillar of light, the merits of Heaven flowed into her body like a tidal wave.

Her aura began to surge, and the bottleneck of the late-stage Quasi-Saint realm was shattered at this moment, allowing her to step into the peak of Quasi-Saint!

And then, keep breaking through!

Purple aura travels thirty thousand miles eastward, golden lotuses emerge from the void, and the great Dao's imperial pronouncements resound throughout heaven and earth...

An overwhelming pressure, surpassing all things, emanated from Nuwa and swept across the entire prehistoric world!

At that moment, all living beings felt a tremor from the depths of their souls.

saint!

The first Heavenly Dao Saint of the Primordial World has been born!

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, the Netherworld Blood Sea, Shouyang Mountain, the East Sea, Wanshou Mountain, Xikunlun, Sumeru Mountain... countless gazes were cast toward the direction from which the five-colored rosy light rose.

Some were shocked, some were envious, some had mixed feelings, and some remained silent.

Lao Tzu stood atop Shouyang Mountain, gazing at the golden pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Yuanshi stood in a side hall of the demon race's heavenly court, looking out the window, his face growing even more gloomy.

He stared at the golden light and clenched his fist.

His junior sister Nuwa has already become a saint, but he hasn't.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

Tongtian stood on the shore of the East Sea, looking at the golden light, and grinned: "Congratulations, Junior Sister Nuwa."

Jieyin and Zhunti looked at the golden light, their expressions becoming even more bitter.

The ancestral home of the Wu tribe.

Meng Chuan stood outside the Pangu Palace, gazing at the golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, and remained silent for a long time.

Houtu stood beside him, also looking in that direction, without saying a word.

After a long while, Meng Chuan spoke: "Nuwa has become a saint."

Houtu nodded.

"Next, it's the Three Pure Ones' turn... no, I should say it's Laozi and Tongtian's turn."

Meng Chuan said, "Yuan Shi, after I severed his obsessive corpse, it will take several thousand years for him to return to his former glory, let alone become a saint!"

He paused, turned to look at Houtu, and transmitted his voice, "Our plan has begun its countdown."

Houtu looked at him calmly and replied telepathically, "I know."

Meng Chuan didn't say anything more.

He turned his head and continued watching the fading golden light, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes...

The Age of Sages has begun!

Furthermore, at the moment Nuwa attained sainthood, he had a strong intuition...

It seems he's about to be forcibly teleported back to Earth!

He may not be able to witness the rise of the tunnels!

Perhaps, there are some things I should tell her...