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

Seven hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Lao Tzu attained sainthood over a thousand years ago, and the aura of the sage still lingers on Shouyang Mountain, his teachings resounding throughout the land.

However, there has been no movement on Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea.

Meng Chuan stood outside the Pangu Temple, gazing towards the East China Sea, his brows slightly furrowed.

"With the Three Pure Ones separating ahead of schedule, Tongtian's path to sainthood will likely be much more tortuous than the original trajectory..."

He thought for a moment, then turned around, took a step, and disappeared into the void.

East China Sea, Jin'ao Island.

Tongtian sat on the rocks by the sea, gazing at the surging waves, his brow furrowed.

The Qingping Sword lay across his lap, its blade humming slightly, as if it too were worried for its master.

He sensed someone approaching, looked up, and was taken aback: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan? What brings you here?"

"I've come to see you." Meng Chuan landed beside him and, without any ceremony, sat down on the nearby rocks. "It's been over a thousand years since your elder brother became a saint, and you still haven't found your own path?"

Tongtian gave a wry smile: "I can't hide it from you."

He paused, gazing into the distance, his voice low and deep: "Junior Sister Nuwa created humans and became a saint, and Elder Brother established the Human Cult to educate the human race and make them saints. The opportunity to become a saint lies in that newly born race."

"Over the years, I've been thinking... I have connections to the heavens, what kind of religion should I establish to forge my own path?"

In response to Tongtian's question, Meng Chuan countered with, "In your opinion, how many kinds of beings exist under the Heavenly Dao?"

Tongtian was taken aback: "What?"

"Under the Dao of Heaven, the primordial world is vast, and countless living beings exist."

Meng Chuan looked at him and said slowly, "There are humans, demons, witches, dragons, phoenixes, qilin, and all sorts of innate beings..."

"Lao Tzu established a teaching for humanity, to educate the human race."

"If Yuanshi were to establish a religion in the future, he would likely only educate those who have a 'deeply rooted foundation' and whom he deems worthy."

"And what about the remaining creatures? Who will teach them?"

Tongtian was stunned.

"The way of Heaven is flawed, and all living beings suffer."

Meng Chuan's tone remained calm and unhurried: "If you establish a religion, why not teach without discrimination? All races should be welcomed and allowed to join your sect, listen to your teachings, and practice your methods."

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, what do you think of this path? Is it suitable for you?"

After hearing Meng Chuan's words, Tongtian sat on the reef, motionless.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed.

"Education should be provided to all without discrimination... Education should be provided to all without discrimination!"

He stood up, his eyes growing brighter. "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, you're right! Under the Heavenly Dao, all beings are equal. My eldest brother teaches humanity, my second brother teaches the elites, so I'll teach those whom no one else wants!"

"To seize a sliver of heavenly secret, and to carve out a path to survival for all living beings—this is my path!"

He looked at Meng Chuan and solemnly cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist!"

Meng Chuan waved his hand: "I only gave you a direction; whether you can fully understand it is up to you."

Tongtian laughed heartily, his laughter echoing across the sea.

He didn't say any more polite words; he kept this cause and effect in mind.

Three days later.

On Jin'ao Island, a vast aura soared into the sky!

Purple clouds rise from the east for thirty thousand miles, golden lotuses emerge from the void, and the great Dao's imperial pronouncements resound throughout heaven and earth!

Tongtian stood above Jin'ao Island, his sword aura soaring into the sky, with the four Zhuxian swords hanging beside him, humming in unison.

He spoke, his voice echoing throughout the primordial world:

"I am one of the Three Pure Ones, Shangqing Tongtian, and I now establish the Jie Sect on Jin'ao Island in the East Sea! The Heavenly Dao is flawed, and all living beings may seek the Dao! Our teachings are inclusive, welcoming all races! We take the Four Swords of Zhuxian as our sect's treasures, and the Heavenly Dao bears witness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Heaven responded.

A golden beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping Tongtian within it, and the Primordial Purple Qi then appeared.

His aura began to surge, the bottleneck of the Quasi-Saint peak shattered, and he stepped into that realm that transcends all things.

Following Nuwa and Laozi, the third Heavenly Sage of the Primordial World was born!

……

Shouyang Mountain.

Yuanshi stood atop the mountain, his face ashen as he gazed at the golden light soaring into the sky from the direction of the East Sea.

"Tongtian... has also become a saint?"

He clenched his fist so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palm.

He hasn't recovered to his peak yet. The injuries from the severing of his obsessive corpse are still there, and his cultivation is unstable. He's even struggling to reach the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.

Tongtian, his third brother, actually became a saint before his second brother!

"Meng Chuan...it's all because of Meng Chuan!"

Yuanshi gritted his teeth, "If he hadn't severed my obsessive corpse, I wouldn't be in this state! If he hadn't delayed me, after my elder brother, I would surely have been the first to establish a sect and become a saint!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier and more resentful he became!

He hated not only Meng Chuan, but also Tong Tian.

During the last war between the Lich King and the Demon King, if Tongtian hadn't stopped Donghuang Taiyi of the Demon Court, and if Taiyi had joined forces with them, Meng Chuan might have already been killed by them!

"Tongtian...from this day forward, our ties are severed!"

"Meng Chuan...once I become a saint, you will surely die!!"

Yuan Shi's voice was icy, filled with extreme hatred.

……

On Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea, Tongtian suppressed his saintly aura and landed in front of Meng Chuan with a hearty smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, thank you very much!"

He bowed respectfully, saying solemnly, "If it weren't for your guidance, I'm afraid I would have wasted many more years. I, Tongtian, will remember this cause and effect."

Meng Chuan shook his head: "You have good comprehension skills. I was just saying it casually."

Tongtian smiled and didn't continue with the pleasantries.

He paused, then his brows furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Meng Chuan asked.

Tongtian did not hide anything and frankly said, "When I became a saint just now, my teacher issued a Heavenly Dao contract—saints must not interfere in the conflict between the witches and demons."

He looked at Meng Chuan with a hint of apology in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, if you ever clash with the demon race in the future, I'm afraid..."

"I knew it."

Meng Chuan said dismissively.

"Um?"

A mystery that reaches the heavens.

"If it weren't for the decree of that Dao Ancestor, the Demon Court would probably have led her to attack the Witch Clan immediately after Nuwa became a saint."

Meng Chuan smiled faintly: "But, after that, the Demon Court remained silent... So, I guess that she was bound by certain restrictions after becoming a saint, and was unable to help the demon race deal with the witch race."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I almost forgot that Junior Sister Nuwa is not only the first Heavenly Dao Saint, but also the Nuwa Empress of the Demon Court."

When the Jie Sect was first established, everything was in need of rebuilding.

As the leader of the sect, Tongtian had too many things to deal with, so Meng Chuan didn't linger and took his leave.

After leaving Jin'ao Island, Meng Chuan did not return directly to the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, but went to the human settlement.

Four thousand years have passed since Nuwa created humans. Humans have multiplied and thrived on the ancient land, gradually forming tribes of all sizes.

Although these humans are physically weak by nature, they have extremely high comprehension and learning ability.

In just four thousand years, they have learned to make fire by rubbing sticks together, build houses, make clothes, and even begun to try cultivation...

As Meng Chuan walked among the human tribes, watching their busy figures, he was filled with emotion.

This is the protagonist of the new world in the primordial era, and an indispensable part of the underground tunnel plan.

He stayed in the human tribe for a few days before returning to the witch tribe.

In the ancestral land, a young girl is meditating under an ancient tree.

Sensing his presence, she opened her eyes, her gaze softening: "You're back?"

"Um."

Meng Chuan sat down beside her, remained silent for a while, and then spoke: "I have something to tell you."

The girl looked at him without saying anything, waiting for him to continue.

Meng Chuan continued, "Actually, I am not a creature born and raised in the primordial world..."