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

"outsider?"

Tongtian looked at him, then suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with sarcasm. "Second brother, this outsider you speak of has shown me the way when I was lost!"

"If it weren't for him, I'd probably still be struggling on Jin'ao Island, not knowing when I'd ever achieve sainthood!"

"This karmic debt, I have connections to the heavens, I cannot shirk my responsibility!"

These words shocked everyone present!

Below Hongjun Daozu, there are only four Heavenly Dao Saints, two of whom achieved sainthood with the help of Meng Chuan.

Just outrageous!

Yuanshi's face turned ashen, and his hand holding the Pangu Banner trembled uncontrollably with rage.

He could handle one Nuwa.

But with Tongtian added to the mix, he's no match for him!

Moreover, Tongtian also possesses the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!

The moment he had this thought, the Four Swords of Zhuxian followed Tongtian.

At the same time, a figure in a gray robe slowly emerged from the void.

Lao Tzu!

His expression was calm as his gaze swept over everyone present before finally settling on Tongtian.

"Third brother, stop now."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Tongtian looked at him, his eyes devoid of the former respect, only coldness remaining: "Eldest brother, you should say those words to second brother."

Lao Tzu frowned and ultimately fell silent.

The atmosphere in the room reached a stalemate.

Following Hongjun Daozu, the four Heavenly Dao Saints born in the primordial world gathered above Buzhou Mountain at this moment.

Even without being deliberately amplified, the aura of the sage still caused all living beings within a radius of millions of miles to feel a tremor from the depths of their souls.

No one around made a sound or moved.

Even breathing seemed to become a cautious act.

Di Jun and Tai Yi stood at a distance, their expressions solemn.

They never expected things to develop this way.

I originally thought that with Yuanshi taking action, Meng Chuan would surely die!

But unexpectedly, things took a dramatic turn...

Four sages gathered together, vying for the title of a quasi-sage!

If they really fought to the death, most of the prehistoric world would probably be shattered.

Just when everyone thought the standoff would continue—

The Primordial One has moved!

He suddenly shook the Pangu Banner, and a chaotic sword aura, more powerful than any previous attack, tore through the void, bypassed Nuwa and Tongtian, and went straight for Meng Chuan!

He actually intended to withstand the pressure from two sages and forcefully kill Meng Chuan!

"Yuan Shi, how dare you!"

Tongtian roared and unleashed the four swords of Zhuxian, their four colors of sword light intertwining as they slashed at the chaotic sword energy!

Nuwa made her move simultaneously, unleashing the Mountain and River Map, and the colorful rays of light transformed into a barrier, blocking Meng Chuan's path!

Lao Tzu also made a move, unleashing the Tai Chi diagram in an attempt to block Nuwa's map of land and rivers!

Just as the attacks of the four sages were about to converge, they were about to unleash a terrifying aftershock that would be enough to destroy half of the prehistoric world!

At the critical moment—

An even more powerful force descended from the heavens!

That power was vast, boundless, ancient, and majestic, as if the will of the entire world was contained within it.

The chaotic sword energy, before that power, was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, silently melting and annihilating!

The aftershocks of the attacks from Tongtian, Nuwa, and Laozi were also wiped out by that power, as if they had never happened.

The tremors of Mount Buzhou ceased.

The rift in the void has been repaired.

Everything returned to calm.

It was as if the earth-shattering clash between the saints had never happened.

The four sages all changed color at the same time!

They all looked up, gazing at the heavens above.

There, an illusory figure stood, seemingly out of nowhere.

He was dressed in a gray Taoist robe, with an ancient face and deep eyes, as if he contained the mysteries of the entire world.

He stood there, emitting no aura whatsoever, yet he instilled a deep sense of awe in the four sages.

Hongjun!

Daozu Hongjun!

The four sages bowed in reverence almost simultaneously:

"Greetings, teacher."

Only after they became saints did they truly realize how terrifying their teacher, who had merged with the Heavenly Dao, was!

We're not even in the same league as them!

At this moment, the entire primordial world fell silent.

All living beings felt that supreme aura.

That was the aura of the Heavenly Dao, the most powerful existence since the beginning of time!

Hongjun stood high in the heavens, his gaze calmly sweeping over the four saints, finally settling on the figure in green robes above the ancestral land of the Wu clan.

He glanced at Meng Chuan.

Just one glance.

There was no murderous intent, no oppressive aura, and no superfluous emotions.

But Meng Chuan felt that if he hadn't been protected by the fragment of the Chaos Pearl, he would have been completely seen through with just one glance.

From the physical body to the primordial spirit, to the true soul, to all secrets, there will probably be nowhere to hide!

Fortunately, there were fragments of the Chaos Pearl.

Then, Hongjun withdrew his gaze.

He spoke.

The voice was calm, yet it resonated throughout the entire primordial world:

"For the next seven thousand years, no sage may leave their place of practice! Anyone who violates this rule will be forced to take the Saint-Slaying Pill and be permanently imprisoned in the Purple Cloud Palace!"

"Yuanshi, return to your Kunlun Mountain."

"Tongtian, go back to your Golden Turtle Island."

"Nuwa, go back to your Nuwa Palace."

"I'm going back to your Shouyang Mountain."

"That's enough for today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hongjun's figure vanished silently into the void, just as he had arrived.

It was as if it had never existed.

But that supreme aura was deeply imprinted in the hearts of every living being.

Yuanshi stood rooted to the spot, his face ashen, gripping the Pangu Banner with an unyielding strength…

He looked at Meng Chuan with eyes full of resentment, hatred, and murderous intent!

But in the end, he said nothing...

Seven thousand years later, he will return with his elder brother!

At that time, Nuwa will no longer intervene, and Tongtian alone will not be able to protect Mengchuan!

He turned around, took a step, and disappeared into the void.

Lao Tzu glanced at Tongtian, sighed, and then turned and left.

Nuwa looked at Meng Chuan, nodded slightly, and then transformed into a five-colored ray of light, disappearing into the void.

Tongtian stood there, looking in the direction Laozi had left, shook his head, then sheathed the Four Swords of Zhuxian, looked at Meng Chuan, and said, "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, I'll be going now too. Seven thousand years from now, I will do my best... to protect you!"

He could only "do his best".

He was not afraid if his two elder brothers joined forces to fight him alone, but if his eldest brother restrained him and his second brother killed Meng Chuan, he was not entirely confident that he could protect Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan bowed to him and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Tongtian."

Tongtian waved his hand, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

From then on, all four sages departed.

The sky above Mount Buzhou returned to calm once more.

In the distance, Di Jun and Tai Yi stood still, giving Meng Chuan a deep look.

The Dao Ancestor's intervention was clearly out of concern that his four direct disciples might overexert themselves and shatter the primordial world...

The seven-thousand-year agreement was undoubtedly intended to fulfill Nuwa's wish and make her repay the debt she owed Mengchuan for creating humans!

It is clear that the Dao Ancestor had no intention of protecting Meng Chuan.

"Seven thousand years from now, Meng Chuan will surely die!"

"I'll come back to see him off in person when the time comes!"

Although Meng Chuan was not dead, the group of powerful demons were in high spirits, all believing that Meng Chuan only had seven thousand years left to live.

In the ancestral land of the Wu tribe.

The eleven ancestral witches, led by Dijiang, looked extremely grim. "What will happen seven thousand years from now?"

In just seven thousand years, in this era where the laws are not yet apparent, they are not confident that they can all reach the peak of Quasi-Saint!

Zhen Yuanzi had already arrived beside Meng Chuan and Hou Tu, his face also filled with worry. "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, seven thousand years later..."

Only Meng Chuan and Hou Tu remained calm, showing no sign of worry.

Seven thousand years later?

More than six thousand years later, Meng Chuan was no longer in this primordial world!