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

Tiangang Sword Pavilion.

Inside a massive sword-shaped palace suspended in the starry sky, an elderly man with white hair sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, meditating with his eyes closed.

He was surrounded by sharp sword energy, each sword energy seemingly capable of slicing through the void, radiating a chilling sharpness.

The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Gang Sword Pavilion, one of the three mid-stage Immortal Emperors of the Aurora Starfield—

Sword Without Limits!

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

A streak of light flew in from outside the hall, landed in front of him, and transformed into a respectful voice:

"Sect Master, Han Li, the Supreme Elder of the Blood Abyss Demon Sect, has personally led a mysterious young man towards the Yun family. According to our scouts, that young man has at least the cultivation level of a mid-stage Immortal Emperor and can keep up with Han Li's speed."

Jian Wuji frowned.

Han Li personally led the way?

A mid-stage Immortal Emperor from elsewhere?

He pondered for a moment, then stood up, took a step forward, and his figure transformed into a streak of sword light, disappearing into the palace.

……

The Xuanshuang Ancient Clan.

Inside an ancient temple suspended above a glacier, a woman in a white dress sits on an ice jade chair, playing with a crystal-clear ice crystal in her hand.

She had an exquisitely beautiful face, a cool and aloof demeanor, and exuded a chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing everything.

Chief of the Xuanshuang Ancient Clan, one of the three mid-stage Immortal Emperors of the Aurora Starfield—

Condensation cream!

She received the same message.

"Han Li is leading the way? And he's just a teenager?"

Leng Ningshuang put down the ice crystal in her hand, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She understands Han Li.

So you're saying you're arrogant and domineering, and you'd be lucky if you didn't provoke others, let alone guide them.

The person who can make him willingly lead the way...

Leng Ningshuang stood up, took a step, and her figure transformed into a wisp of cold wind, disappearing into the hall.

……

The Yun family.

The atmosphere inside the council chamber was heavy.

Yun Tianhe, the patriarch of the Yun family, sat in the main seat with a gloomy expression.

He had just received news that Han Li of the Blood Abyss Demon Sect was heading towards the Yun family with a mysterious young man!

"Han Li...what is he doing at my Yun family's house?"

Yun Tianhe's voice carried a hint of suppressed unease, "My Yun family has never had any dealings with the Blood Abyss Demon Sect, nor have we offended them. Why would he suddenly come knocking on our door?"

Inside the council chamber, the elders of the Yun family looked at each other, none of them able to answer the question.

Just then, a vast aura swept in from the horizon!

The aura was cold and domineering, carrying an undisguised sense of oppression that instantly enveloped the entire Yun family ancestral land!

The clan's protective array activated in response, its pale golden light suddenly blazing, the array patterns swirling wildly, emitting a humming sound as if it could not bear the weight!

Inside the council chamber, everyone's expression changed drastically at the same time!

"They're here!"

Yun Tianhe suddenly stood up, his face pale. "Quick! Go and invite the Ancestor out of seclusion!"

Before he could finish speaking, an aged yet majestic voice echoed from the deepest part of the Yun family's ancestral land:

"No need. I'm already here."

A figure slowly emerged from the depths of the Yun family's ancestral land.

He was an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies, wearing a blue robe. His face was withered, but his eyes were bright and piercing, and he exuded a deep and vast aura.

The patriarch of the Yun family—Yun Qingyan!

Early stage of Immortal Emperor!

He stood at the entrance of the council hall, his gaze piercing through the roof, looking at the approaching demonic aura on the horizon, his expression solemn.

"Han Li..."

With a swift movement, he appeared above the Yun family's ancestral land.

Outside the clan's protective formation, three figures had already taken their positions.

The leader was none other than Han Li.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his body surrounded by swirling crimson mist, his gaze indifferent as he looked down at the Yun family's ancestral land, without saying a word.

Behind Han Li stood a boy in a sky-blue casual outfit and a young man in purple.

The young man stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, his gaze sweeping lightly over the Yun family's ancestral land below, as if he were looking at a landscape that had nothing to do with him.

Yun Qingyan's gaze lingered on Han Li for a moment before landing on the young man, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He couldn't see through this boy!

Even though the other person was standing right there, and didn't try to hide their aura, he couldn't sense their strength at all.

It's like a bottomless pool of water, calm on the surface but turbulent beneath.

Suppressing his unease, Yun Qingyan cupped his hands in a respectful bow, his tone extremely polite: "Elder Han, it is an honor to have you here. I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner. May I ask what brings you here, Elder Han?"

Han Li looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Yun Qingyan, you're about to die, and you still don't know it?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingyan's expression changed instantly!

The Yun family members behind him also changed color and were in an uproar!

"Elder Han, what do you mean by that?"

Yun Qingyan's voice deepened, "My Yun family and your Blood Abyss Demon Sect seem to have no past grudges or recent animosity, right?"

Han Li did not answer.

He simply turned to the side and glanced at Meng Chuan behind him.

Meng Chuan remained standing with his hands behind his back, neither speaking nor moving.

Han Li couldn't help but wonder:

What exactly does this gentleman mean?

Just now at the Blood Abyss Demon Sect, without saying a word, he slapped down and shattered their sect's protective formation.

Why did they stop fighting once they arrived at the Yun family's residence?

Does he... need me to help him?

Just as Han Li was pondering whether he should take the initiative to help Meng Chuan and subdue Yun Qingyan first—

Two astonishing auras descended simultaneously from the horizon, one from the left and one from the right!

The sword on the left soared into the sky with such fierce power that it seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart!

The one on the right was chillingly cold, as if it could freeze everything!

Sword Without Limits!

Condensation cream!

The other two mid-stage Immortal Emperors from the Aurora Starfield arrived as promised!

Jian Wuji landed on a floating meteorite, his gaze sweeping across the entire area. When he saw Han Li, his brows furrowed.

Leng Ningshuang stood amidst a patch of icy blue light, her gaze cool and aloof as she surveyed the situation on the field.

Upon seeing the two arrive, Yun Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly bowed, saying, "Sword Pavilion Master, Clan Chief Leng, you've come at the perfect time!"

He pointed at Han Li, his voice filled with indignation: "Han Li, the Supreme Elder of the Blood Abyss Demon Sect, has offended my Yun family without cause and attempted to attack me! I implore you two fellow Daoists to uphold justice for me!"

Jian Wuji didn't answer immediately, but looked at Han Li and said calmly, "Han Li, what do you mean by this?"

Han Li said expressionlessly, "It's nothing. I just brought people here to settle some scores with the Yun family."

"Settle the accounts?"

Leng Ningshuang spoke, her voice cold and clear, "Han Li, you've been running rampant in the Aurora Starfield for so many years, when did you need to personally bring people to settle accounts?"

She glanced at Meng Chuan and Duan Lingtian behind Han Li, her gaze lingering on Meng Chuan for a moment, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.

At this moment, Meng Chuan, who had been acting like an outsider, finally spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire Yun family ancestral land, reaching the ears of everyone present:

"Great, everyone's here."

That simple sentence made everyone present feel an inexplicable pressure.

Jian Wuji and Leng Ningshuang turned their heads at the same time to look at the boy.

Han Li also turned his head to look at Meng Chuan, and inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief—this guy was finally willing to speak.

Even if Jian Wuji and the other two joined forces, they would be no match for him!

Meng Chuan ignored their gazes and, with Duan Lingtian in tow, flew forward.

He walked very slowly, and with each step he took, his figure shifted a distance in the air, as if he were stepping on invisible steps.

Duan Lingtian followed behind him, feeling his heart pounding like a drum!

He glanced down at the people standing in the Yun family's ancestral land—there were several Yun family elders he had seen before, each one arrogant and haughty!

At this moment, these people are looking up at him... and Meng Chuan in front of him.

A complex emotion, unlike anything he had ever felt before, suddenly welled up in Duan Lingtian's heart.

Not long ago, he was a stray dog ​​being hunted down by the powerful and domineering Yun family.

Now, he stands above the ancestral land of the Yun family, accompanied by a fellow villager who has returned from the primordial world, looking down at this land that once filled him with awe.

The ups and downs of life are truly thrilling!

Just then, an elder in the Yun family camp suddenly widened his eyes, stared intently at Duan Lingtian, and exclaimed in shock:

"It's you! The rogue cultivator who stole the Wind Chant Sword!"