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

Stepping out of the void, the scene before him made Meng Chuan slightly stunned.

The mountain was still crimson, the valley entrance was still narrow, and the array's radiance flowed as before.

The rock face was covered with dark green vines, blooming with tiny purple flowers, which spread all the way into the valley.

When the wind blows, the petals fall softly, covering the ground with a thin layer.

Time has left its mark here.

A thousand years have passed since he left us.

Meng Chuan stood quietly at the valley entrance for a moment, then reached out and touched the light screen.

The light curtain parted like water, allowing him to step inside.

As you step into the valley, the fresh scent of grass and trees mingles with a delicate fragrance.

The pool shimmered, and the crooked-necked tree grew even denser, casting a large expanse of shade.

Everything seemed unchanged.

The stone table and benches were covered with withered leaves, and the bluestone was mottled with wind erosion.

The pool water remained shallow, and the clusters of purple flowers along the edge of the pool bloomed even more intensely, almost overflowing the water's edge.

Meng Chuan walked to the edge of the pool, squatted down, and looked into the water.

The broken, jet-black spear still lay embedded in the white sand, its dark red blood-red light slowly flowing deep within the cracks, just as it had a thousand years ago.

He pointed to the dotted point.

A wisp of condensed magical power, carrying divine sense, probed into the water and touched the gun barrel.

Om-! !

The broken spear trembled slightly, and a dark red light suddenly shone brightly!

The ferocious killing intent surged back along with the magical power, far more violent than before.

But Meng Chuan of today is no longer the immortal he once was.

His expression remained unchanged, and his mind was calm.

The pure light of the Primordial Golden Cauldron poured down from the sea of ​​consciousness, protecting the spiritual platform and keeping the will to kill out.

As the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique was activated, the Qi and blood ignited like a furnace, refining and devouring the fierce and malevolent aura that had invaded along with the magical power.

After a moment, the broken gun returned to calm.

Meng Chuan stopped, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

"With my current cultivation level, and with the aid of two top-grade innate spiritual treasures, I might be able to attempt the initial refinement."

He stood up and looked around.

The girl is not here.

There was no fresh fruit on the stone table, no embers at the campfire, and only the freshness of grass, trees, and pool water in the air.

She has not returned yet.

A very subtle emotion swept through Meng Chuan's heart, like unfulfilled expectations, yet also like a sigh of relief.

What should we say when we meet again after a thousand years?

He shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions, walked to the crooked tree, and sat cross-legged on the bluestone.

First, regulate your breathing to calm the killing intent accumulated over a thousand years in the East China Sea and return to your peak condition.

Three days later.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming with divine light, his aura perfectly harmonious.

He got up and went to the edge of the pool, making a grasping motion.

"rise."

The water in the pool parted silently, and a black, broken spear flew out from the bottom of the water and landed in the palm of the hand.

It was icy to the touch. The killing intent within the gun flowed like a living force, attempting to erode one's mind.

Meng Chuan gripped the gun tightly, and his profound magical power surged into it!

boom--!!

The broken gun shuddered violently, and a dark red light shot into the sky, turning half the valley crimson!

Countless shattered images and frenzied, violent roars surged into his mind along with the gun!

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stars collapsing, and all living beings wailing in agony...

The remaining killing principles of Rahu were fully awakened, like a ferocious beast, wanting to devour the creature that dared to refine it.

"town!"

Meng Chuan shouted, and the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron emerged from between his eyebrows, its clear light shining brightly, like a curtain falling from the sky, pressing down the blood-red fierce light on the square ground.

At the same time, the Golden Dragon Scissors hummed softly in the sea of ​​consciousness, generating a sharp and murderous Daoist aura that subtly resisted and resonated with the killing Daoist principles of the God-Slaying Spear.

The two supreme weapons of slaughter, one originating from innate killing intent and the other from the Demon Ancestor Rahu, are now in a delicate balance within his body.

He sat down cross-legged, placed the broken spear across his lap, and closed his eyes to concentrate.

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was fully activated, with blood and qi flowing like dragons and magical power surging like tides, repeatedly washing over the spear and stripping away, refining, and absorbing the strands of killing principles.

This is no ordinary treasure refining; it is devouring and fusing a complete Great Dao Law!

The pain was indescribable.

Each strand of the Dao of Slaughter that merges into it is like a red-hot iron pressed into the soul, burning, tearing, and reshaping...

Meng Chuan's forehead veins bulged, cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes, his teeth clenched, and pale golden blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

But he didn't stop.

The millennia-long bloody battles in the East China Sea have long since tempered their will to be as hard as iron and steel.

He has suffered more painful wounds than this, and he has overcome more desperate situations than this...

The Way of Slaughter?

He wants it!

Time flows by silently.

Blood and clear light intertwined in the valley, clashing and tug-of-war endlessly.

Meng Chuan's aura fluctuated violently, sometimes as fierce as a demon, sometimes as calm as an abyss, and sometimes as sharp as a sword.

Fine, dark red lines appeared on his skin, like cracks or Taoist patterns, spreading and eventually receding into the subcutaneous tissue.

The broken gun on his knee, the bloodstains gradually darkening, but the cracks in the gun barrel seemed to come alive, slowly wriggling and healing.

I don't know how much time passed.

Maybe in a month, maybe in a year.

At a certain moment, the blood-red light and the clear light in the valley simultaneously disappeared.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes.

His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, without a ripple.

But upon closer inspection, at the deepest point, there seems to be a faint, dark red glow that flickers and disappears in an instant.

He lowered his head and looked at the broken gun on his knee.

The gun was still black, and the cracks remained, but the dark red blood-red light had been completely concealed.

It was cool to the touch, and no more menacing aura emanated from it.

A clear mental connection entered his mind from the gun.

Preliminary refining complete.

Although it is still far from complete control and unleashing its full power, it can already be used by him at this moment, and can trigger some of the power of the killing principle.

More importantly—

Meng Chuan could sense that the chaotic vortex of energy in his chest was undergoing a mysterious transformation after merging with a portion of the Dao of Slaughter.

The five elements circulate more rapidly, gradually merging into one, becoming indistinguishable from one another.

At the very center of the cyclone, a point of pure, condensed golden light is slowly gathering and growing stronger.

Although the light spot was tiny, it seemed to contain the embryonic form of a world, with the faint echoes of the Great Dao resonating within it.

That is... a seed of the Dao?

No, it is a more fundamental and magnificent existence than the Dao Seed.

It is the place where the three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit converge, the source of the five elements in the chest, and the ultimate destination and foundation of all magical power, blood, spirit, and Dao principles.

The foundation of the Taiyi Golden Immortal!

Meng Chuan's mind was shaken, and his consciousness was in turmoil.

Refining the remnants of the God-Slaying Spear and fusing it with the Dao of Slaughter allowed him to touch the threshold of Taiyi, where "one Dao suppresses ten thousand Daos"!

Unbeknownst to him, the majestic Taoist gate, symbolizing the watershed of the immortal path, had already revealed a sliver of light in front of him.

A ray of golden light shone through the crack in the door, illuminating the fog ahead.

With just one final step, one can knock on the door of the Dao, enter the inner sanctum, and instantly achieve the Taiyi Dao Fruit!

But this final step requires a catalyst.

He needs a place where he can completely unleash his power, push the principles of slaughter to their limit, and comprehend the true meaning of severing ties on the brink of life and death—a battlefield!

Meng Chuan slowly stood up and nurtured the remains of the God-Slaying Spear in his dantian.

He looked out of the valley, his gaze piercing through the array and landing on the vast wilderness.

battlefield……

Where could be more suitable than the depths of the East Sea, where the Azure Dragon at the peak of the Taiyi realm guards the abyss?

Desperate situation, formidable enemy, priceless treasure, life or death hangs in the balance.

All the necessary elements are in place.

He had no confidence whatsoever before refining the God-Slaying Spear.

Now, there is a glimmer of hope!

Even if he is no match for him, with his current strength, it would not be difficult for him to escape unscathed.

"It seems I'll have to go back eventually."

Meng Chuan muttered to himself.

He turned around and took one last look at the tranquil valley, the shimmering blue pool, the lush, crooked trees, and the stone table covered in fallen petals.

With one step, he disappeared outside the formation.

A void passage unfolded before him, and he stepped into it, heading straight for the East Sea.