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

Meng Chuan involuntarily approached, stopped at the foot of the stone platform, and looked up at it.

Every line on the totem seemed to come alive, constantly evolving and recombining in his eyes.

Those arms that support the sky contain the supreme power to open up the chaos;

The two feet firmly planted on the ground symbolize the ultimate weight and power to suppress earth, water, fire, and wind.

His wide-open eyes revealed a vast will that could shatter the primordial chaos and establish yin and yang!

In a daze, he seemed to see that it was not an image, not a legend...

Rather, it is a trace of the most original and authentic force that has remained since the beginning of time. It is the trace of the first manifestation of the laws of the Great Dao when the Great God Pangu opened up the primordial world with his supreme divine power!

This mark was inscribed, passed down, and worshipped by the Wu tribe as a totem, and what it contains is the Dao that best fits the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique!

Meng Chuan sat down cross-legged on the spot.

He closed his eyes, no longer observing with his physical eyes, but with his mind and spirit, with the Qi and blood of the same origin, the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, to sense, to get close to, and to resonate.

Within his dantian, a golden vortex spun at an unprecedented speed…

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the clear light of the Primordial Golden Cauldron shone down, protecting his spiritual platform and allowing him to immerse himself in enlightenment without being overwhelmed by that vast will!

Blood and qi flow freely, muscles and bones resonate!

The trace of power within the totem, like an invisible yet real stream, flowed into his heart, into his blood, and into the circuits of his profound inner energy.

The originally somewhat weak foundation of a Celestial Immortal was gradually solidified, hammered, and refined under the cleansing of this trace of power.

The subtle blockages that were not noticed during cultivation were quietly cleared.

Our understanding of power itself has expanded from simple destruction and impact to a more fundamental understanding of existence, support, and creation.

The various acupoints of the second stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, which previously required painstaking effort to open up, were suddenly opened up one by one with unstoppable momentum under the guidance of this common Dao!

A pale golden aura unconsciously emanated from Meng Chuan's body, growing stronger and stronger, subtly echoing and resonating with the dark red pigment on the totem.

The sound of blood and qi flowing through the body grew louder and louder, starting like a babbling brook, then like a surging river, and finally even faintly emitting the sound of wind and thunder!

The aura began to rise.

From the mid-stage of the Celestial Immortal realm, he progressed all the way up, breaking through the late stage and approaching the peak!

The Wu tribe warriors who were practicing on the open ground had already stopped and gathered around, looking at the figure shrouded in golden light in front of the stone platform with surprise and uncertainty.

"Is he trying to understand a totem?"

A young witch warrior whispered.

"Such a powerful resonance of qi and blood... What kind of cultivation technique does he practice? How can he resonate with the Father God's totem like this?"

Another witch warrior looked horrified.

At this moment, Yan and the tall and burly captain "Lie" also walked out of the stone house and stood in front of the crowd with solemn expressions.

"Captain, this..."

Yan looked at Lie.

Looking at the increasingly powerful golden light surrounding Meng Chuan and the blood energy subtly merging with the totem, Lie sighed, "The token of Lady Houtu is indeed not given without reason. The cultivation method this boy practices is probably deeply related to the Father God. Do not disturb him, and observe the situation."

This sitting lasted for seven days.

By noon on the seventh day, the dark red Pangu image on the totem was faintly tinged with a pale golden halo, which complemented the golden light on Meng Chuan's body.

The next moment, something inside Meng Chuan seemed to shatter with a deafening roar!

The cultivation of the second stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique has been pushed to an unprecedented state of perfection during these seven days of resonance and enlightenment with the totem!

Qi and blood, magical power, physical body, and spirit are all perfectly integrated and without leakage.

Peak Celestial Immortal!

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes was so real that it shone for more than a foot before slowly receding.

He suddenly stood up, his bones cracking with a series of crisp sounds, and the pale golden patterns beneath his skin flashed by. His powerful blood and energy were contained within, with not a trace leaking out.

Back to basics!

He looked at the Pangu totem in front of him, bowed down, and solemnly paid his respects.

This bow was a gesture of thanks to the totem for spreading the word.

Without the guidance of the true meaning of the "Great Dao of Power" from Pangu's creation of the world contained within, he could never have cultivated the second transformation to perfection so quickly, let alone have such a profound understanding of the essence of power.

The totem is silent, only the dark red portrait gleams with an ancient, unchanging luster under the sunlight.

Meng Chuan turned around and looked at the Wu Clan warriors gathered behind him.

The way people looked at him was different now than before.

There was less casualness in how they treated the injured and outsiders, and more solemnity and inquiry.

"Congratulations." Captain Lie stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "It seems you have gained a lot from this experience."

"It's all thanks to the guidance of the noble totem." Meng Chuan cupped his hands in greeting.

Lie waved his hand: "The totem has been there for countless years, but very few people have been able to understand anything from it. It is your own destiny."

He paused, then said, "Your injuries have healed, and your cultivation has improved. What are your plans next?"

Meng Chuan remained silent for a moment, gazing at the vast and boundless primordial world beyond Mount Buzhou.

"The younger generation must continue to move forward."

His eyes gleamed with eager anticipation. "The primordial world is vast, full of countless opportunities, but also countless tribulations. Closed-door asceticism is not the right path. I wish to travel to more distant places and seek the opportunity to become a true immortal."

He needs to break through to the True Immortal, Profound Immortal, and even Golden Immortal realm as soon as possible.

The lowest level of entry for a lecture at Zixiao Palace is a Golden Immortal.

He didn't know the exact time of the lecture, but it couldn't be too far off, so he had to hurry!

Without reaching the Golden Immortal realm, he wouldn't even be qualified to step into the Purple Cloud Palace, let alone sit with three thousand powerful beings to listen to the Dao and compete for that one chance to transcend!

Lie gave him a deep look, nodded, and said, "Good ambition. In that case, I won't keep you any longer."

"Going east from here, past three more ancient battlefields, there is a 'Fiery Fiend Rift Valley' where earth fire surges and fiery aura burns fiercely, and ordinary cultivators cannot avoid it."

"The cultivation method you practice is extremely yang and strong. You may be able to use it to temper your body and refine your spirit, and break through to become a true immortal."

"It also harbors malevolent creatures of the fire element, including many True Immortals and even Mystic Immortals. Be extremely careful."

Meng Chuan bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Meng Chuan stayed in the tribe for another day, adjusting himself to peak condition, and listened to Yan's general explanation of the surrounding area, as well as the various rumors and taboos of the Flame Fiend Rift.

The following morning, Meng Chuan took his leave.

Yan and several familiar Wu tribe warriors escorted him to the camp gate.

"Kid, don't die out there."

Yan grinned, patted Meng Chuan on the shoulder with astonishing force, and said, "See you next time. I hope your cultivation has caught up with mine, and then we can have a proper spar!"

Meng Chuan smiled and said, "Definitely."

He turned around and bowed once more before the stone and wood hall and the Pangu totem standing at the edge of the open space.

Without looking back, he channeled his peak Celestial Immortal power into his body, took a step forward, and his figure transformed into a pale golden light, speeding eastward.

Target—Fiery Rift!

The gate to true immortality is right before our eyes.

He needs to push it away as soon as possible!