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

Three breaths.

Three breaths felt like three centuries.

Taiyi sensed the faint killing intent emanating from Houtu, and beads of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

His hand holding the Eastern Emperor Bell was trembling slightly.

Hand over the Chaos Bell?

This is his innate treasure that has accompanied him for countless years, the symbol of his current status as the Eastern Emperor of the Demon Clan, and his greatest reliance in dominating the prehistoric world!

But if I don't pay...

Houtu said, "If he doesn't hand it over after three breaths, he will die!"

He had no doubt that Houtu possessed this ability.

First breath.

Countless thoughts flashed through Taiyi's mind—resist? Escape? Call for help?

But he quickly rejected every thought that came to mind.

Resist? What can he use to resist? Even when Donghuang Zhong was in his possession, he was no match for the Ancestral Witches. Now that Houtu has become the Supreme Saint, he can't even stop one of their fingers.

Escape? Where could he escape to? The entire primordial world is under Houtu's control; could he possibly escape to the depths of chaos?

Ask for help? Ask whom for help? Nuwa has already said that even if the six sages of the Heavenly Dao joined forces, they would be nothing more than ants in front of Houtu.

As for Dao Ancestor... would Dao Ancestor wage war against a Supreme Saint of the same level for him?

Second breath.

Taiyi sensed the aura emanating from Houtu, which began to turn icy.

That chill wasn't a drop in temperature, but a freeze at the level of laws—as if the entire world was rejecting him, telling him: your time is running out.

The third breath.

Houtu raised her hand.

That hand was fair and slender, and looked completely harmless.

But Taiyi knew that once that hand fell, he and the demon race's heavenly court behind him would be reduced to ashes.

"I'll pay!"

Taiyi practically roared it out.

His voice was filled with resentment, humiliation, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

But he gritted his teeth and lifted the Eastern Emperor Bell from in front of him.

Then, he closed his eyes, and a thought struck him—

A burst of intense light emanated from the body of the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Within that light, a mark connected to Taiyi's divine soul was peeled off from the bell, slowly rose into the air, and then dissipated into the world.

Recognize the Lord, dissolve!

The bell of the Eastern Emperor suddenly trembled and emitted a long, resonant hum.

The buzzing sound carried a sense of liberation—as if it had finally broken free from some kind of constraint and regained its freedom.

From this moment on, it is no longer Donghuang Zhong of Donghuang Taiyi.

It is the Chaos Bell!

One of the Three Treasures of Creation, the supreme treasure of the Great God Pangu in creating the world!

Houtu reached out, and the Chaos Bell flew into her palm automatically. The bell trembled slightly, as if it were showing its submission to her.

She glanced down at the Chaos Bell in her palm, nodded in satisfaction, then turned and took a step, disappearing into the starry sky.

He didn't glance at Taiyi even once from beginning to end.

It seemed that in her eyes, this powerful demon emperor who roamed the primordial world was no different from a clay chicken or a dog on the roadside.

Taiyi stood in the void, looking in the direction where Houtu had disappeared. He felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he staggered, almost falling from the sky.

Di Jun rushed out of the hall and helped him up.

"Second brother..."

Di Jun's voice carried a complex mix of emotions—heartache, anger, but mostly helplessness.

Taiyi waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

But his pale face and dull eyes betrayed his true inner state.

"Big brother... the Chaos Bell is gone."

His voice was very soft and faint, as if he were stating something that had nothing to do with him.

But Di Jun knew that behind those words lay heart-wrenching pain!

He patted Taiyi on the shoulder, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "It's gone, it's gone. As long as you're alright, that's all that matters."

Taiyi smiled bitterly.

……

After leaving the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, Houtu did not return to the Underworld.

She took a step forward, and when she reappeared, she was already standing in the sky above Kunlun Mountain.

In front of Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun stood at the palace gate, his face deathly pale.

From the moment Houtu appeared in the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, his divine sense had been locked onto her.

When he saw Houtu easily seize the Chaos Bell and then turn to head towards Kunlun Mountain, his heart sank to the bottom.

She is coming!

She really came!

Houtu appeared as if teleported, looking calmly at Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Yuanshi, I have come to settle accounts with you regarding the cause and effect of the two times you oppressed the ancestral land of the Wu tribe in the past."

Her voice was calm, as if she were stating a trivial matter.

But Yuanshi Tianzun felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

"Houtu..."

Yuan Shi took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm. "I admit, I did visit the ancestral land of the Wu tribe in the past. But I wasn't targeting the Wu tribe; I was only targeting Meng Chuan!"

"Targeting him is no different from targeting the Witch Clan."

Houtu glanced at him indifferently.

Then, she raised her hand.

Such a simple action caused Yuanshi Tianzun to feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

He felt as if the surrounding void had solidified, locking him firmly in place!

He tried to struggle, trying to summon the Pangu Banner—

But it was too late!

Houtu gently clenched her fist in the void.

The figure of Yuanshi Tianzun was as if it were being gripped by an invisible giant hand, and his whole body was lifted up from the ground and suspended in mid-air!

"Houtu! You can't kill me! I am a Heavenly Saint! My teacher will not allow you to kill me!"

Yuanshi Tianzun struggled and roared, his body bursting with dazzling holy light as he tried to break free from Houtu's restraints.

The oppressive aura of the Heavenly Saint was released without reservation at this moment!

The entire Kunlun Mountain trembled, and the snow on the mountain fell in a flurry. Countless disciples of the Chan Sect were so frightened by this oppressive force that they prostrated themselves on the ground, unable to even lift their heads.

But Houtu's expression remained unchanged.

She simply tucked her five fingers together slightly.

The holy light surrounding Yuanshi Tianzun extinguished instantly, like a bubble that had been popped!

His Taoist robe began to tear inch by inch!

Fine cracks began to appear on the surface of his skin!

"Teacher—help me—!!"

Yuanshi Tianzun finally sensed the approach of death and let out a mournful cry for help!

Just as his body was about to shatter—

An aged figure appeared in the void.

Hongjun Daozu!

He raised his hand, and a soft light shone down, enveloping the Primordial Celestial Venerable and preventing his body from shattering.

"Houtu, that's enough."

Hongjun's voice echoed throughout heaven and earth, "Yuanshi is a sage of the Heavenly Dao. As long as the Heavenly Dao does not perish, even if you kill him, he can be resurrected infinitely. Why waste your energy?"

Houtu stopped what she was doing, turned to look at Hongjun, her gaze indifferent.

"Hongjun, if you dare to interfere, I won't hesitate to shatter the primordial world and return it to chaos!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the entire world!

Hongjun's expression instantly turned ugly.