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

The voice of the Primordial One was like thunder, spreading throughout the area of ​​Buzhou Mountain for millions of miles.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire ancestral land of the Wu tribe seemed to tremble under the pressure of the saint.

Outside the Pangu Palace, eleven figures soared into the sky almost simultaneously!

Dijiang took the lead, spatial power distorting into visible ripples around him. Without turning his head, he shouted, "Houtu, come up here and set up the formation!"

The eleven ancestral witches each occupied their respective positions, their qi and blood surging to the sky, waiting for Houtu to return to her place before activating the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation to confront the Sage Yuanshi!

"Wait a minute!"

Meng Chuan's voice came from below, his calm tone completely out of place with the atmosphere.

He raised his hand and pressed down on the girl's shoulder beside him, gently shaking his head at her.

Immediately afterwards, he took a step forward and landed in front of the ancestral witches, raising his hand to signal them to stop.

"Brother Meng Chuan, have you gone mad?"

Zhu Rong's eyes reddened with anxiety. "That's a sage! Without the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, you couldn't even withstand a single move from him!"

"I know."

Meng Chuan glanced at Zhu Rong, then looked at the other ten Ancestral Witches. His tone remained calm, "However, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation requires the consumption of your essence and blood, which is too costly and unnecessary..."

"Most importantly, with your current strength, even if you were to summon Pangu's true form through an array, you would still be no match for Yuanshi."

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation can fight against saints, but there are prerequisites—all twelve ancestral witches must be at the peak of quasi-saint level!

"I have made arrangements, so don't worry."

Meng Chuan added.

"What arrangements could you possibly make? That's a saint!"

Gonggong grew anxious, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked. "Brother Mengchuan, this is not the time to be reckless! Although you are widely recognized as invincible below the level of a saint in individual combat, you are still utterly vulnerable before a true saint!"

"Yes, Brother Mengchuan, the saying 'all men are ants beneath the sage' isn't just a figure of speech!"

Zhu Jiuyin also said.

The other ancestral witches also chimed in, all focusing on one central point:

They were not afraid of the cost; as long as they could protect the Meng Chuan brothers, it was all worth it!

"Believe me."

Moved, Meng Chuan only said these three words to them.

Dijiang, who was in the lead, gave him a deep look, and finally waved his hand, signaling the ancestral witches to stop setting up the formation.

Zhu Rong was so anxious that he stamped his feet, but he didn't insist any further.

Just then, a dazzling array of starlight swept across the distant sky!

The Demon Emperor Jun, also known as Donghuang Taiyi, led a large group of powerful demons from the outer demon court and descended into the void surrounding Buzhou Mountain.

They didn't approach, but stood at a distance, clearly there to watch the spectacle.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, on achieving sainthood!"

Di Jun first congratulated Yuan Shi, then stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, his gaze passing through the void and landing on the young man above the ancestral land of the Wu tribe.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, on achieving sainthood!"

Taiyi stood beside Dijun, first offering congratulations to Yuanshi, then turning to Mengchuan with undisguised glee. "Mengchuan, Mengchuan, you've finally met your match!"

At the same time, Kunpeng, standing behind Dijun and Taiyi, the former Lord of the Northern Underworld and now the Demon Master, spoke up in a sinister tone:

"To be personally eliminated by a sage is an honor for Meng Chuan!"

The powerful members of the demon race nodded in agreement, their faces filled with gloating smiles.

Over the years, Meng Chuan has put too much pressure on the demon race.

From fighting five against one during the Lich War, to slaying the primordial spirit's obsessive corpse and forcing the primordial spirit to flee to the Heavenly Court for refuge, to the humiliation outside the Southern Heavenly Gate, where the primordial spirit willingly became a coward...

Meng Chuan's existence is like a sword hanging over the heads of the demon race, ready to fall at any moment!

Now that the sword is finally going to be broken, how could they not be happy?

In another part of the void outside Buzhou Mountain, Zhen Yuanzi, who had rushed there, stood there with a pale face.

He gripped the book tightly, his palms sweaty.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan..."

He murmured softly, his voice hoarse.

He knew he wouldn't be of any help even if he came, but he still came, clinging to a sliver of hope.

Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan can remain so calm; he must be hiding some trump card, right?

……

East China Sea, Jin'ao Island.

Tongtian took a step forward and his figure flashed to another place.

Just as he was about to tear through the void to rush to Buzhou Mountain, a gray-robed figure disappeared from the spot and reappeared, blocking his way once again.

Lao Tzu, holding the Tai Chi diagram, had a calm expression and a serene gaze. "Third brother, you stay here... It's been a long time since we brothers last met. Let's catch up today."

Tongtian glared at Laozi, his eyes blazing with fury, his voice icy: "Elder brother, I truly don't want to lay a hand on you! I'll ask you one last time... do you really intend to stop me?"

"As long as I am here today, you will not be able to go to Buzhou Mountain! Let your second brother and Meng Chuan settle their own karma."

Lao Tzu's voice was calm.

"To be settled?"

Tongtian laughed in fury, "He's going to kill someone! The first thing he did after becoming a saint was to condescend to bully a quasi-saint. Is this what you call ending things?"

Lao Tzu didn't speak again, but simply unfolded the Tai Chi diagram.

The black and white energies circulated, transforming into a chaotic Yin-Yang array that stood before Tongtian.

This is his attitude!

Tongtian looked at the great formation before him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he raised his hand.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian rose into the sky from behind him, their four colors of sword light intertwining to form a sword formation filled with murderous intent, which then slammed down on the Taiji Diagram!

"Brother——"

Tongtian's voice carried an unprecedented chill, "In the past, you certainly had the ability to stop me... but today I am no longer the Tongtian of the past!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation started operating with a roar!

The four sword lights, like four giant dragons, intertwined and weaved through the void, each containing terrifying power enough to tear the heavens and earth apart!

The Tai Chi diagram trembled violently, and the black and white energies swirled wildly, yet it was forced to retreat step by step under the onslaught of the four sword lights!

Laozi's expression changed slightly.

He never expected that after Tongtian became a saint, he would not only completely refine the Four Swords of Zhuxian, but also master the Zhuxian Sword Formation to such a terrifying degree!

"Brother, this time, you can't stop me!"

Tongtian let out a cold shout, and the four swords of Zhuxian trembled simultaneously, their sword light surging!

The Tai Chi diagram let out a mournful cry, and the black and white energies suddenly contracted, actually being suppressed by the four sword lights!

Lao Tzu, along with the image, was trapped inside the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!

After becoming a saint, Tongtian set up the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which could not be broken by any four saints!

In the past, during the final battle between the Dao and the Demon, the Demon Ancestor Rahu, with his peak Quasi-Saint cultivation, set up the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation. Hongjun, who was also at the peak Quasi-Saint level, found three other Quasi-Saint level helpers. Only when the four of them joined forces could they barely break it!

The power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is unimaginable!

After trapping Laozi, Tongtian didn't look at him again. He turned around, took a step, and his figure disappeared into the sky above Jin'ao Island.

In the next instant, he traversed the void, rushing to the ancestral land of the Wu tribe at Buzhou Mountain at top speed. The Qingping Sword was already in his hand, and its light pointed at Yuanshi from afar!

"Primordial Beginning—Stop!!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking half of the primordial world!