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

The deeper you go, the stronger the malevolent aura becomes, and the more densely packed the debris on the ground becomes.

At this point, some relatively complete architectural remains began to appear:

The crumbling stone pillars of the palace, the broken relief walls, the entrance to the bottomless passageway...

Occasionally, malevolent energy would condense into faintly distorted humanoid phantoms, wandering aimlessly among the ruins, emitting silent wails.

This is a battle spirit formed from the combined obsession and malevolent energy of those who died in battle. It is mentally deficient and attacks any living being that approaches it based solely on instinct.

Meng Chuan avoided areas with high concentrations of battle spirits and chose to travel through relatively open rift valleys.

But what's meant to happen will eventually come.

As we passed through a stone forest composed of countless sharp stalagmites, a sudden surge of fog appeared ahead!

Three dark red phantoms emerged from behind the stalagmite, blocking his path.

Its appearance barely maintains a human form, or rather, it is a transformation of primordial beings imitating the form of the father god Pangu. This period is called "Innate Dao Body". At present, Nuwa has not yet created humans, and there are no human races in the primordial world.

Even the human race was created by Nuwa according to the image of the innate Dao body.

However, these three creatures had blurred features, their bodies twisted and changed constantly, and their skin was covered with a viscous, dark red aura.

Two crimson lights stared intently at Meng Chuan from his hollow eye sockets, making no attempt to conceal their thirst for the life essence of living beings.

The three battle spirits all possessed the aura of "Peak Earth Immortal"!

In this ancient battlefield environment, empowered by malevolent energy, they may be even more difficult to deal with than ordinary Earth Immortals from the outside world.

Meng Chuan stopped, his right hand hanging naturally at his side, a wisp of dark red malevolent energy quietly swirling around his fingertips.

There was no dialogue, no probing.

The battle spirit in the middle let out a sharp screech first, and in a flash, it transformed into a scarlet blood shadow, rushing straight at Meng Chuan's face!

Wherever it passed, the air hissed like it was corroding.

The other two battle spirits pounced simultaneously from the left and right, blocking Meng Chuan's escape route.

A fierce glint flashed in Meng Chuan's eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced!

With his left foot slamming into the ground, his body shot forward like a cannonball, his right fist retracting to his waist, and pale golden magical power surging and gathering!

A wisp of condensed dark red killing intent coiled around his fist, and he unleashed a punch directly at the blood-red shadow!

Wherever the fist struck, a visible ripple spread through the air.

The battle spirit neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the fist to pierce its chest where mist had gathered!

boom! !

A murderous aura erupted from his fist, and a dark red light exploded within the battle spirit's body!

The battle spirit let out a mournful howl, its body trembling violently as it tried to expel the invading evil energy.

Meng Chuan's murderous aura originated from the remains of the God-Slaying Spear, and its essence was far superior to the mixed aura here. Like boiling water splashing snow, it quickly eroded and melted the core of the battle spirit.

The claws of the other two battle spirits had already reached the back of Meng Chuan's clothes.

Without turning his head, Meng Chuan swung his left arm like an iron whip backward!

boom!boom!

With two muffled thuds, the two war spirits were swept away by the immense force, crashing through several stalagmites and their bodies rippled violently, dimming considerably.

The battle spirit directly in front of them, under the corrosive influence of the killing aura, let out a final, unwilling whimper before collapsing and disintegrating into a ball of pure, dark red killing energy, as if it intended to re-integrate into the world.

Meng Chuan opened his mouth and took a breath.

That pure, malevolent energy was swallowed whole by him, like a whale sucking in water!

Golden energy swirled within his dantian, drawing it in and rapidly refining it.

A wisp of pure magical power flowed back, along with a fragmented understanding of killing and death, which merged into his mind.

What Houtu said is true.

The malevolent aura of this ancient battlefield is indeed beneficial for comprehending the principles of killing.

He turned around, looked at the two battle spirits that had risen again, their ferocity even greater, and licked his lips.

A flash of dark red light appeared in his eyes.

The battle ended quickly.

The two Earth Immortal-level battle spirits did not pose a significant threat to Meng Chuan, who was beginning to adapt to the ancient battlefield environment.

Especially after he unleashed his full power and actively channeled his killing intent against his enemies, these battle spirits condensed from that killing intent became the best tonic.

After swallowing the pure baleful energy left by the dissipation of three battle souls, Meng Chuan could feel that his control over that wisp of the Dao of Slaughter had improved considerably.

He flicked his wrist and continued walking.

After passing through the stone forest, the terrain begins to sink, and a vast basin appears before us.

His gaze swept across the area, finally settling on a relatively intact ruin at the edge of the basin.

It was a square stone hall that had collapsed halfway, built of some kind of bluestone, with a simple and rugged style.

In front of the palace gate, two broken stone beast statues lay sprawled, their forms ferocious, yet they still exuded a faint sense of oppression despite their incompleteness.

"Um?"

A slightly hoarse, surprised voice came from the side and behind.

"A primordial Dao body? A mere Celestial Immortal dares to venture alone into the depths of the ancient battlefield?"

Meng Chuan stopped and turned to look.

Thirty feet away, on a cracked boulder, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

This is a humanoid monster covered in dark green scales, topped with a ferocious lizard head, and dragging a thick, long tail behind it.

Standing about ten feet tall, with hands and feet covered in sharp claws, its dark yellow vertical pupils were fixed on Meng Chuan, and its forked tongue licked the corner of its lips, revealing its chillingly sharp teeth.

The other party's aura was obscure and cold, carrying an extremely strong fishy smell, and his cultivation level was far above his Celestial Immortal level!

In the hand of this lizard-like monster was a bone-white curved hook, its blade gleaming with a ghostly blue light, clearly coated with potent poison. Its aura was sharp and menacing, indicating it was at least a post-natal spiritual treasure.

"A demon race? Or..."

Meng Chuan's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless. He cupped his hands and said politely, "Senior, I was just passing by and had no intention of disturbing you. I will take my leave now."

"Leave?"

The lizard-like monster grinned, revealing a cruel smile. "Since you're here, you're not leaving!"

"Your innate Daoist body has abundant Qi and blood; it's perfect for me to have a feast and replenish my vital energy!"

The words had barely left his mouth when he vanished from the spot!

The next instant, the azure hook blade tore through the air and arrived, bringing a foul stench, already three feet from Meng Chuan's throat!

Its speed far surpasses that of the previous battle spirits!

Meng Chuan's expression changed, and his internal magical power suddenly erupted. He pushed the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to its limit and retreated violently!

This is absolutely the most terrifying enemy he has encountered since arriving in the prehistoric world!

In a moment of desperation, he reached for his waist with his right hand and hurled the green gourd given to him by Houtu, which had been hanging there all along, forward with a vengeance, smashing it hard into the trajectory of the hook blade!

A hint of disdain flashed in the lizard-like monster's eyes, and the hook blade continued its momentum, easily splitting the gourd in two!

The gourd exploded, and the remaining earth fire magma inside splashed out with a roar!

This spirit wine of the Wu Clan is nourishing for the physically strong Wu Clan members and Meng Chuan, who cultivates the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," but for others it is like scorching and domineering magma!

laugh--!!

The azure hook blade touched the magma, producing a violent corrosive sound, and the eerie light on the hook blade dimmed!

A few drops of wine splashed onto the scales on the lizard-like monster's arm, instantly burning several small, charred holes!

"ah!!"

The lizard-like monster roared in pain, and its attack slowed down.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Meng Chuan retreated ten feet. A flash of clear light appeared between his brows, and the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron spun out, hovering above his head, casting a clear light curtain to protect his entire body.

Without hesitation, the instant he summoned the golden goblet, his left hand reached into his robes and grasped the second bone fragment given to him by Houtu.

Mana was infused, and the bone fragments became slightly warm.

Call for help from the nearby witch tribe!

The enemy before him was far too terrifying, far beyond what a mere Celestial Immortal like himself could handle. He even suspected that the opponent was not a True Immortal, but most likely a Profound Immortal!