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

The ancestral home of the Wu tribe.

As Houtu led Meng Xiaoyu across the plaza outside the Pangu Palace, several tall and burly figures were already waiting there.

Zhu Rong was completely crimson, like an iron tower just pulled out of lava. His big, copper bell-like eyes stared at the girl carrying a giant rock behind Hou Tu for two seconds, then he grinned.

"Is this Meng Chuan's sister?"

Before Houtu returned, she had already informed them of Meng Xiaoyu's background via telepathy.

Zhu Rong's voice boomed like thunder, making Meng Xiaoyu's eardrums ring. "Good! Good! Meng Chuan's sister is my sister, Zhu Rong's sister! From now on, in the Wu tribe, if anyone dares to bully you, I'll roast them and feed them to the dogs!"

"Get out of my way!"

Gonggong shoved him aside and squeezed in front of Meng Xiaoyu. A somewhat awkward smile appeared on his usually cold and hard face. "Don't listen to his nonsense. I'm Gonggong, your brother's friend. If you need anything in the future, just come to me."

Looking at the several terrifying yet friendly Ancestral Witches in front of her, Meng Xiaoyu felt her tension lessen considerably.

She imitated the gesture from a martial arts drama on Earth, clasping her hands in a fist salute: "Meng Xiaoyu greets all my brothers!"

Zhu Rong paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Interesting! This little girl is interesting!"

Houtu led Meng Xiaoyu to her usual place of cultivation—a quiet room built against the mountain, with the window facing the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

Outside the window, the towering peak gleamed with a hazy luster in the twilight.

Meng Xiaoyu leaned on the windowsill and looked for a while before turning her gaze away and sitting cross-legged on the futon opposite Houtu.

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke up: "Sister Houtu, is my brother... really in the late stage of the Great Luo realm?"

Houtu paused slightly as she was about to pour tea.

She looked up at Meng Xiaoyu, somewhat surprised: "Why do you ask that?"

Meng Xiaoyu scratched her head: "I heard it from the security guards sent to our Meng family manor by the Great Xia government... They said that there's a rumor circulating within the Great Xia government that my brother is at least in the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, and most likely in the late-stage!"

Houtu remained silent for a moment, then put down the teapot, somewhat speechless.

"Didn't he tell you about his time in the prehistoric world?"

"He only told me that he had lived for more than 70,000 years in the prehistoric world... but he didn't say the specifics."

Meng Xiaoyu counted on her fingers, "She only introduced me to some aspects of the prehistoric world, such as Buzhou Mountain, the confrontation between the Wu and Yao tribes, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun who merged with the Heavenly Dao, and the four direct disciples of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the four Heavenly Dao Saints..."

"When he left, there were indeed only four Heavenly Saints."

Houtu spoke softly, "However, a hundred years ago, the other two disciples of the Dao Ancestor, Jieyin and Zhunti of the West, also successfully attained the Primordial Dao and became the Two Saints of the West by establishing the Heavenly Dao of the Western Sect. In the present prehistoric world, there are a total of six Heavenly Dao Saints under that Dao Ancestor."

Meng Xiaoyu paused for a moment, then nodded and asked, "Are sages very powerful? How much stronger are they than Great Luo Golden Immortals?"

Upon hearing this, Houtu realized that Meng Chuan had indeed not told his sister much.

She thought for a moment and explained in the simplest way: "A sage is an existence that has attained the primordial state of enlightenment. Not to mention that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal cannot compare to one, even a Quasi-Sage is like an ant in front of a sage."

"A quasi-saint? What's that?"

"At the peak of the Great Luo realm, one who has attained the half-step Primordial Chaos realm is a Quasi-Saint, also known as a 'Primordial Golden Immortal.' Quasi-Saints, like Great Luo realm cultivators, are also divided into early, middle, late, and peak stages."

Houtu paused, her tone becoming more serious, "But even a peak Quasi-Saint is like an ant before a true Saint!"

There's a saying in ancient times: "Below the sage, all are ants!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Xiaoyu's eyes widened in shock.

After leaving the nunnery, she looked down at her fingers and after a while said in a muffled voice, "So... in the primordial world, my brother's cultivation at the late stage of the Great Luo realm is just an ant among ants?"

"After all, a late-stage Great Luo Immortal is no different from an ant in front of a late-stage Quasi-Saint!"

Houtu looked at her and suddenly laughed, "Who told you he was in the late stage of the Great Luo realm?"

Meng Xiaoyu looked up, stunned: "Isn't that right?"

"He admitted it himself?"

"I asked him if he was from the later stages of the Great Ronaldo era, but he didn't answer me directly, he just smiled..."

"Of course not."

Houtu picked up her teacup, took a sip, and spoke calmly, yet with a hint of barely perceptible pride, "When he left, he was already in the late Quasi-Saint stage, and moreover, he was a late Quasi-Saint who had attained the Primordial Chaos path through the Law of Power!"

"The Law of Power is the foremost of the three thousand laws!"

"His strength is even far greater than that of a peak Quasi-Saint who has severed three corpses!"

"Even before he left the primordial world, he was widely recognized as the number one person below the sages!"

Meng Xiaoyu opened her mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.

"Late-stage Quasi-Saint... The number one person below the Saint level..."

She murmured those words repeatedly, then suddenly slapped her thigh, "Oh my god! He's been keeping this from me all this time!"

His tone was huffy, like a cat that had been provoked.

However, the shock and pride in their eyes were hard to suppress.

Looking at her like this, Houtu couldn't help but smile gently.

"Perhaps they were afraid of putting pressure on you. After all, according to what you said, even though your planet Blue has been connected to all the heavens and myriad worlds for over eight hundred years, the strongest being there is only at the peak of the Taiyi realm."

Meng Xiaoyu pouted, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but found that Houtu made a lot of sense, so she could only mumble an "oh".

……

In the days that followed, Meng Xiaoyu stayed in the ancestral land of the Wu tribe.

Houtu arranged a special meditation room for her, and the Wu clan's treasury was also fully opened to her—this was Houtu's privilege, and the other ancestral witches had no objection to it.

Meng Chuan's sister is considered one of their own in the Wu tribe.

Meng Xiaoyu's qualifications are not top-notch, but she has too many resources.

The Wu Clan's treasure trove is filled with mountains of spiritual herbs, pills, and cultivation techniques. Any one of these items, if placed on Blue Star, would be enough to make even the most powerful immortals fight tooth and nail for it.

Here, however, she was free to use it as she pleased.

Houtu would occasionally personally guide her cultivation, helping her to regulate her meridians and guide the flow of spiritual energy.

Other ancestral witches would also come to see her when they had free time and give her a pointer or two.

Zhurong taught her how to concentrate the power of fire into her fists and feet, Gonggong taught her how to perceive the transformation between flexibility and strength within the laws of water, and Dijiang would occasionally emerge from seclusion to explain some basics of the laws of space to her...

Meng Xiaoyu was like SpongeBob SquarePants, absorbing everything frantically.

In the primordial era, years were immeasurable; a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

From the back mountain of the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, an aura soared into the sky!

Early stage of Golden Immortal!

Standing in the quiet room, Meng Xiaoyu felt the power surging within her body several times stronger, her face flushed with excitement.

"I've broken through to the Golden Immortal realm!"

She clenched her fist, feeling the magical power flowing through her fingertips, and couldn't help but grin. "By the time I get back, I might have surpassed my brother and become a peak Quasi-Saint!"

She pushed open the door to the quiet room and went out, intending to go and share the good news with Houtu—

Then she stopped.

Just because three terrifying pressures descended from the sky!

The oppressive aura was vast and boundless, carrying an air of superiority and indifference that looked down upon all living beings, as if the entire world had become heavy at this moment.

Meng Xiaoyu's face turned deathly pale instantly, her legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand up.

The cultivation level of a Golden Immortal in the early stage was as fragile as paper in the face of these three oppressive forces!

She struggled to lift her head and look up at the sky...

Above the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, three figures had appeared there at some unknown time.