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

Lingjiu Mountain.

Randeng was meditating in his cave when he was so startled by the voice and the extraordinary sight of becoming a saint that he almost rolled off his prayer mat.

He was stunned for a moment, then cold sweat poured down his back.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi has become a saint... Thank goodness, thank goodness Meng Chuan didn't take me as his disciple back then..."

Randeng patted his chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and his face was full of joy.

If Meng Chuan had taken him in back then, he would be Meng Chuan's disciple now. If Yuan Shi wanted to kill Meng Chuan, he might have killed him as well.

"That was close, that was close..."

……

The ancestral home of the Wu tribe.

In the Pangu Hall, apart from Houtu, eleven ancestral witches gathered together.

When the extraordinary phenomenon of Yuanshi becoming a saint was reported, the entire ancestral land was deathly silent.

Zhu Rong slammed his fist on the stone table, creating a large crater, and roared, "That old codger Yuanshi has become a saint! He'll definitely come looking for Brother Meng Chuan to take revenge!"

Dijiang's face was gloomy. After a moment of silence, he said in a muffled voice, "Nearly half of us are still not at the peak of Quasi-Saint level. If Yuanshi really comes to attack, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation... I'm afraid it won't be able to stop him."

Upon hearing this, a heavy silence fell over the hall.

Gonggong clenched his fists tightly, his face extremely grim: "Are we just going to stand by and watch Brother Mengchuan be killed?"

Zhu Jiuyin spoke, his voice hoarse: "All those below the level of a sage are but ants! If the true form of Yuanshi were to descend, even if we risked our lives, we might not be able to harm him in the slightest."

Zhu Rong roared, her eyes red, "We'll fight! Don't you know how much Brother Meng Chuan has done for our Wu Clan? Now that he's in danger, do you want to cower like cowards?"

"Nobody wants to be a coward!"

Dijiang's voice was somber. "Now, we need to think of a way... how to keep Brother Mengchuan alive."

at the same time.

The powerful beings from all corners of the primordial world turned their gaze toward the ancestral land of the Witch Clan.

"With Yuanshi becoming a saint, Meng Chuan is probably doomed."

"Back then, he severed the primordial spirit's obsession, forcing the original primordial being to flee to the Demon Court for refuge. He even humiliated them like that outside the Southern Heavenly Gate. Now that the primordial being has become a saint, how can we forgive him?"

"What a pity. Meng Chuan is quite a figure, widely recognized as invincible below the level of a saint... but below the level of a saint, all are ants. No matter how strong he is, he is only a quasi-saint!"

"That's just fate. Who told him to offend someone he shouldn't have?"

No one believed that Meng Chuan would survive.

For a sage to kill a quasi-sage is like crushing an ant.

……

Shouyang Mountain.

Lao Tzu stood atop the mountain, gazing at the golden light soaring into the sky from the direction of Kunlun, his expression calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

A moment later, his brow twitched slightly, as if he had sensed something, and he turned around to look at the void.

A figure came from the direction of Kunlun and landed on Shouyang Mountain.

The beginning of time.

His saintly aura had not yet been completely concealed, and his body was surrounded by a pure and ethereal light.

With each step he took, the grass and trees beneath his feet were bathed in a faint, clear light, as if even the earth itself was responding to his presence.

He walked up to Lao Tzu, cupped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "Elder brother."

Lao Tzu looked at him and slowly said, "Congratulations, Second Brother."

Yuanshi looked at Laozi with burning eyes: "Elder brother, I have come to you because I have something to ask of you."

He didn't mince words and said directly, "I want to kill Meng Chuan."

He spoke those four words calmly, but Laozi could hear the overwhelming killing intent beneath that calm.

This killing intent had been brewing in Yuanshi's heart for thousands of years. Instead of dissipating, it became even more intense as he became a saint!

"My third brother is on good terms with him," Laozi said slowly. "If you want to kill Meng Chuan, my third brother will definitely stop you."

"I know."

Yuanshi's voice remained calm, "That's why I've come to find my elder brother, hoping to ask him to stop my third brother for me."

Lao Tzu remained silent for a long time.

He looked at Yuanshi before him, his gaze suddenly becoming somewhat unfocused.

Pangu's primordial spirit split into three, transforming into the three brothers.

For many years, they practiced Taoism together in Kunlun and listened to Taoism together in Zixiao Palace.

Although their personalities clash and they sometimes argue, they are still brothers.

Lao Tzu sighed inwardly.

He knew that if Yuanshi didn't resolve this karmic debt, this killing intent would forever remain in his heart, becoming a demon on his path to sainthood.

If one's thoughts are not clear, one's spiritual heart will be incomplete.

In the end, he softened.

"it is good."

Laozi agreed.

A glint flashed in Yuanshi's eyes, and he bowed respectfully, saying, "Thank you, elder brother."

Without saying anything more, he turned around, took a step, and disappeared into the sky above Shouyang Mountain.

Lao Tzu stood there, gazing in the direction he had left, and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he muttered to himself, "Third brother... don't blame your elder brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared on Shouyang Mountain.

……

East China Sea, Jin'ao Island.

Tongtian was meditating by the sea when he suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed a familiar aura rising into the sky, not coming to find him, but rather originating from the direction of Shouyang Mountain and heading towards Buzhou Mountain.

That aura carried an undisguised killing intent.

Tongtian's expression changed, and he immediately stood up.

"The Beginning!"

He took a step forward, about to move, when a figure in a gray robe appeared silently in front of him, blocking his way.

Lao Tzu.

Tongtian looked at his elder brother in front of him, paused for a moment, and then understood what was going on.

His face darkened: "Brother, you... are you going to stop me again?"

Lao Tzu looked at him calmly and said nothing.

But his body remained completely still.

Tongtian's face was extremely grim. "Elder brother, do you know what Yuanshi is about to do?"

Lao Tzu remained silent.

Tongtian took a deep breath, his voice turning cold: "Get out of the way!"

I won't allow it.

The two faced off, and the void seemed to freeze.

……

Buzhou Mountain is the ancestral home of the Wu tribe.

Meng Chuan was standing outside the Pangu Hall, talking to Houtu.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

A vast and powerful pressure descended from the heavens.

That oppressive aura far surpassed that of a Quasi-Saint, far surpassing any power he had ever felt.

That was the oppressive aura of a sage, carrying the will of Heaven, cold, vast, and irresistible.

The entire ancestral land of the Wu tribe instantly fell into a deathly silence!

All the warriors of the Wu tribe, regardless of their cultivation level, felt a tremor from the depths of their souls at this moment.

Some people's legs went weak, some collapsed to their knees, and some even had difficulty breathing.

The ancestral witches rushed out from all directions, their faces solemn as they looked up at the sky.

Dijiang stood in the void, the power of space flowing around him, but he could not dispel the oppressive aura.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and forced out two words through clenched teeth:

"Yuan... Shi..."

A figure descended powerfully from the sky!

Yuanshi stood atop the nine heavens, his body radiating the aura of a sage, while the Pangu Banner fluttered behind him.

He looked down at the ancestral land of the Wu clan below, his gaze piercing through layers of void and locking onto a young man outside the Pangu Palace.

His voice echoed throughout the entire Buzhou Mountain:

"Meng Chuan—"

"Today, I've come to take your life and settle this karmic debt!"