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

The mere presence of these three people sent a chill down Meng Xiaoyu's spine!

The person in the center is dressed in a dark yellow Taoist robe, with a dignified face and eyes like lightning. He is surrounded by chaotic light, as if he has merged with heaven and earth.

He stood there, making no move, yet the void within a radius of millions of miles trembled slightly.

On the left, a person sits cross-legged on a twelve-petaled golden lotus, his face contorted with suffering, his eyes lowered, his body bathed in Buddhist light, and behind him, the phantom of the Western Paradise appears.

On the right, a man holding the Seven Treasures Tree had a compassionate yet sharp expression, and his body was surrounded by a seven-colored divine light that subtly echoed the figure in the white Taoist robe.

Yuanshi Tianzun!

Guide!

Master Zhunti!

The Three Great Sages of the Heavenly Dao!

Now, exactly seven thousand years have passed since the Dao Ancestor Hongjun issued the decree that "sages shall not leave their own Daoist temples within seven thousand years"...

Yuanshi was already eagerly inviting the two Western Saints to descend upon the ancestral land of the Wu tribe!

"Meng Chuan—!!"

The voice of the Primordial Beginning, like rolling thunder, resounded throughout the area surrounding Mount Buzhou: "The seven thousand years have come. Junior Sister Nuwa will no longer protect you... Today, I'll see who can protect you!"

His voice carried the killing intent and rage that had been suppressed for seven thousand years.

Meng Xiaoyu, standing on the back hill, felt a sudden jolt in her heart upon hearing these words.

Are they looking for their brother?

But my brother isn't in the prehistoric world!

As she was thinking, two more terrifying auras descended from the horizon.

A sword intent emanated from the direction of Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea, soaring into the sky with such sharpness that it seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart.

A force emanated from the direction of Shouyang Mountain, its aura peaceful yet carrying an undeniable composure.

The Master of Heaven!

Lao Tzu!

Five Heavenly Saints gathered above the ancestral land of the Witch Clan!

In the distant void, the figures of the Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi appeared, followed by a group of powerful figures from the Demon Clan Heavenly Court.

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

"This time, Meng Chuan is doomed!"

Di Jun stood with his hands behind his back, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Last time, with Nuwa's protection, he escaped death. This time, Nuwa will not protect him again; he is doomed!"

Taiyi stood beside him without saying a word, but the pleasure in his eyes said it all.

Within the ancestral land of the Witch Clan, eleven figures soared into the sky!

Dijiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, Zhujiuyin... all eleven ancestral witches appeared!

They stood in mid-air, confronting the five sages in the sky, their faces solemn, but without the slightest hesitation.

Houtu stood at the forefront, her gaze calm as she looked at Yuanshi, her voice clear and cold: "Yuanshi, what brings you to the ancestral land of my Wu tribe?"

"What is it about?"

Yuanshi sneered, "Houtu, you know why I'm here. Hand over Meng Chuan, and I won't make things difficult for the Wu Clan!"

"He is not from the Witch Clan."

Houtu said calmly, "You may leave."

"Not here?"

The primordial divine sense swept across the entire ancestral land of the Wu tribe, searching inch by inch.

No!

He then spread his divine sense, sweeping across the entire Buzhou Mountain and the entire primordial land—

No!

Meng Chuan's aura seemed to have completely vanished from the primordial world!

Yuan Shi frowned.

He turned to look at Jieyin and Zhunti, who also shook their heads—they had not found any trace of Meng Chuan either.

"How is that possible?"

Yuan Shi's expression turned somewhat grim. "Seven thousand years ago, he was still alive!"

"Even if he were at the peak of Quasi-Saint realm, let alone the late-stage Quasi-Saint realm, possessing a fragment of the Chaos Pearl to conceal the secrets of heaven, it would be impossible for him to completely conceal his aura under my divine sense!"

He expanded the scope of his divine sense search once again, even probing into some hidden little worlds and blessed lands—

Still nothing!

Meng Chuan seems to have vanished into thin air!

"Houtu!"

Yuan Shi's voice carried suppressed anger, "Where...where did you Wu Clan hide Meng Chuan?!"

"I told you, he's not from the Witch Clan."

Houtu's tone remained calm, "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Yuanshi stared intently at her, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if trying to see right through her.

But Houtu's expression showed no flaws.

She stood there, calmly meeting the gaze of a sage of the Heavenly Dao, without fear or apprehension, only with a steadfast composure.

Yuan Shi's expression grew increasingly gloomy.

He could tell that Houtu didn't seem to be lying.

Mengchuan is indeed not in the ancestral land of the Wu tribe.

But where did he go?

Why is he nowhere to be seen in the entire primordial land?

He secretly deduced Meng Chuan's location, but there was no reaction whatsoever...

Meng Chuan seems to have vanished into thin air!

For a moment, Yuanshi's expression turned extremely grim.

Because Nuwa intervened last time, he waited for a full seven thousand years, summoned Jieyin and Zhunti, and was prepared to completely break ties with Tongtian, all so that he could kill Meng Chuan today and avenge his previous humiliation!

But now, he hasn't even found a trace of Meng Chuan!

It's like throwing a punch with all your might, only to hit nothing. That feeling of having nowhere to land makes him so frustrated he almost vomits blood!

"Second brother."

Tongtian's voice came from the side, tinged with schadenfreude, "Since Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan is not here, I will return to Jin'ao Island first."

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

Laozi glanced at Yuanshi, said nothing, and turned to leave.

He wasn't here to target Meng Chuan, but simply to prevent Tongtian from getting involved, lest his second and third brothers completely turn against each other...

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

They followed Yuanshi Tianzun with a large army, but they didn't even see a trace of their target. What kind of situation is this?

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi..."

The guide spoke in a calm voice, "Since Meng Chuan is not here, we will take our leave as well."

Although they also hated Meng Chuan, they were now clearly powerless to do anything about it.

Yuan Shi remained silent for a long time.

He stood in the void, his face ashen, the veins on his hand gripping the Pangu Banner bulging.

After a long while, he turned around, took a step, and disappeared from the spot.

With Meng Chuan absent, even if he wanted to vent his anger on the Wu Clan, he dared not act—because his teacher had decreed that sages must not interfere in the conflict between the Wu and the Demons!

Even if he didn't attack the Witch Clan because of the Demon Clan, he still indirectly helped the Demon Clan weaken the Witch Clan's power, which his teacher would definitely not allow!

Jieyin and Zhunti then departed.

Above the ancestral land of the Witch Clan, the auras of the five Heavenly Saints finally vanished completely.

In the distant void, both Di Jun and Tai Yi looked grim.

They came with great enthusiasm to see Meng Chuan suffer a terrible misfortune, but ended up seeing nothing!

"Let's go."

Di Jun said in a deep voice, "That Meng Chuan probably obtained some powerful treasure that can evade the divine sense of a sage... I even suspect that he found other fragments of the Chaos Pearl and completed the Chaos Pearl!"

"Only by hiding within the independent world of the complete Chaos Pearl could one possibly escape the divine sense probing of a sage!"

Taiyi's expression was also not good. "Hmph! I don't believe he can stay holed up inside forever... As long as he dares to come out, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti will definitely kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he and Di Jun turned around and disappeared into the void with the demons of the Demon Court.

Inside the ancestral land of the Witch Clan, Meng Xiaoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, her legs went weak, and she sat down on the ground with a thud.

Her back was soaked with cold sweat.

Is this the awe-inspiring power of a saint?

Just being affected from a distance was enough to make her, a Golden Immortal in the early stage, unable to even stand up!

She remembered what Sister Houtu had said—

"Those who stand before sages are all ants!"

She now deeply understands the meaning of those words.

Houtu descended from the sky, walked up to her, and extended her hand.

Meng Xiaoyu grasped her hand, using it to help her stand up, and patted her chest with lingering fear: "Sister Houtu, those people just now... were they the Heavenly Saints you mentioned?"

"Um."

"They're here to kill my brother?"

"Um."

"But my brother isn't in the prehistoric world..."

"Um."

Houtu looked at her, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Let them search."

Meng Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

That smile carried a slyness, like someone who had successfully pulled off a prank.