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

Meng Chuan stood quietly at the entrance of the valley for a long time before slowly stepping in.

He squatted down by the pool and reached his hand into the water.

The water was cool, yet warmed by the earth's spiritual essence.

The white sand underwater remains, but the broken, black spear has vanished without a trace.

The God-Slaying Spear was quietly suspended in his dantian, floating along with the other three spiritual treasures.

He walked to the stone table, brushed away the fallen flowers and dust, and sat down.

There were no freshly picked fruits, no leftover fruit wine, and no bones or scales casually placed on the table.

There was nothing there.

Only dried petals, fallen from who-knows-when, now shattered into dust.

Meng Chuan suddenly realized that the valley was very large.

It was so large that when he sat alone inside, he could hear the sound of blood flowing and his heartbeat reverberating deep within his chest.

Then I felt that the valley was very small.

So small that it can be seen in a single glance, so small that it cannot conceal even the faintest trace of the person's departing presence.

He sat there for a long time.

Watching the pool ripple, watching the flowers bloom and fade...

I didn't think about anything, yet it felt like I had thought about everything.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Chuan got up and walked to the flattest open space in the center of the valley.

With a wave of his hand, the Primordial Golden Cauldron flew out, hovering above his head, its clear light descending and purifying the Dao Domain.

The Qiankun Ruler floated and sank beside him, the Xuanhuang Daoist rhyme flowing and settling the earth, fire, water and wind.

The Golden Dragon Scissors and the God-Slaying Spear resonated softly within his dantian, their killing principles yet to be unleashed.

The twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls slowly rotated within the nascent form of the heavens in the dantian, evolving and dying, emitting vast boundary power and spatial Dao rhythm, causing the surrounding spacetime to solidify like glue.

Then he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

The mental cultivation method of the sixth stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique flowed quietly through my heart.

The Taiyi Golden Immortal, with the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and the Five Qi Converging at the Origin, has achieved initial immortality.

Within the Taiyi Realm, each step forward leads to a profound fusion of magical power, Dao fruits, primordial spirit, and understanding of the Great Dao, a deeper exploration of the essence of immortality.

Meng Chuan focused his mind on his body.

Within his dantian, a vast, crimson-gold sea of ​​qi slowly rotated, with three illusory Dao flowers floating in the center, representing the foundational manifestation of the early Taiyi stage.

The rainbow bridge formed by the five elements in the chest runs through the dantian, circulating endlessly, making the magical power endless.

"With a solid foundation, we should now advance with courage and diligence."

With a slight thought, the Primordial Golden Cauldron scattered its clear light, which combined with the power of the myriad realms from the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, setting up a spatial isolation array around his body.

The spiritual energy within the formation was as rich as primordial liquid, almost reaching the point of returning to its original state.

Cultivation begins here.

The first century.

He completely refined the Taiyi Peak Azure Dragon Pearl obtained from the East Sea. The vast dragon essence and the wisp of primordial Yi wood essence were absorbed by the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to nourish his Dao body and primordial spirit.

Within his dantian, the crimson-gold sea of ​​qi surged and expanded, the three illusory flowers solidified into a single line, his Dao body resonated with the void, and with each breath he drew upon the chaotic energy flow, transforming it into his own.

At this point, his initial Taiyi cultivation was completely consolidated, and he began to advance towards the middle stage.

The sixth century.

The power of the Dragon Balls was exhausted. Meng Chuan activated the innate killing principles contained within the God-Slaying Spear, which honed and validated his own understanding of the Great Dao of Power.

The Dao of Slaughter is like a destructive torrent, while the Dao of Power is like immortal divine iron. When the two collide, Dao fire bursts forth, tempering magical power, physical body, and primordial spirit.

The dantian's energy sea transformed from crimson gold to dark gold, then was coated with an immortal purple aura, and the sound of the Great Dao could be faintly heard as it rotated.

Breakthrough!

Mid-Taiyi period.

The 1200th century.

Meng Chuan used the earth vein spiritual milk as a guide to draw on the vast innate spiritual energy from the depths of the valley and even the earth veins of Buzhou Mountain, and turned the sixth transformation of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to its extreme.

The bones gradually turned a pale purple, with innate Dao patterns interwoven on them, forming a natural Dao diagram.

The internal organs roared like a furnace, tempering and refining the blood and qi. The sound of the blood flowing was like a chaotic river roaring within the body.

Break through another realm!

Late stage of Taiyi.

The 1900th anniversary.

His cultivation, magical power, physical body, and primordial spirit all reached the pinnacle of the late Taiyi stage.

Meng Chuan began his attempt to reach the peak of Taiyi.

He immersed himself in the depths of the nascent forms of the heavens that evolved from the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, comprehending the ultimate mysteries of the world's birth and death, the rotation of time and space, and the transformation of yin and yang.

The Qiankun Ruler helps to calm the mind and prevents one from being misled by external appearances.

The God-Slaying Spear cuts through illusions and points directly to the source.

At a certain moment, the Five Qi Rainbow Bridge that runs through the Qi Sea in the Dantian suddenly emitted boundless brilliance, echoing the three flower phantoms above the head, faintly about to merge and become one, evolving into the prototype of its own Great Dao.

The dark gold sea of ​​qi boiled, eventually transforming into a deep purple-gold auspicious cloud, containing earth, fire, water, and wind, and the Daoist sound became increasingly magnificent.

A sudden breakthrough!

The pinnacle of Taiyi.

The 2700th year.

The three illusory flowers above his head suddenly solidified, with red, gold, and white light flowing and intertwining. Finally, with a "boom," they completely gathered at the top of his head, transforming into a three-colored, naturally formed illusory Dao flower!

Beneath the Dao flower, the five-colored rainbow bridge completely merged into the Dao foundation, and the five elements within the chest circulated harmoniously.

breakthrough!

Great Golden Immortal!

After attaining the Great Luo Dao, Meng Chuan slowly stood up.

There was no earth-shattering burst of power; all the strange phenomena instantly reversed and returned, disappearing into his body.

He stood still, his aura primordial and unified, simple and natural.

It seems to be completely integrated with the valley, the sky and earth, and this space and time, yet it transcends them.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, it seemed as if the universe was being created and destroyed, profound and boundless.

Its body is flawless, subtly resonating with the Dao.

Magical power returns to chaos; a single thought can create all things.

The divine consciousness dwells in the void, traversing endless mountains and rivers, even illuminating fragments of tributaries in the long river of time.

he made it!

Before the lecture at Zixiao Palace, I ascended to the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal!

The level of life leaps forward from this point, the true spirit becomes immortal, and the initial fruit of the Tao is achieved.

From this point on, one transcends the Three Realms and is no longer bound by the Five Elements, enjoying endless longevity and escaping the constraints of the long river of fate.

At the same time, the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art naturally progressed to the seventh revolution.

Both the primordial spirit and the physical body have reached the early stage of the Great Luo realm.

He waved his hand to put away all the magical treasures, walked to the edge of the pool, bent down, scooped up a handful of clear water, and drank it.

The water is still sweet, but it no longer tastes the same as it did back then.

It's not that the water has changed, but that the people are no longer the same.

He turned around, walked to the mouth of the valley, and took one last look.

Green pool, old tree, stone table, withered flowers.

The valley is silent, and the lingering charm has faded away.

"It's time to go."

With a single step, his figure vanished into the valley array like ripples on water.

The next moment, he was standing high in the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds churns beneath our feet, while the Milky Way shines brightly overhead.

There's no need to tear through the void anymore; wherever the mind moves, space and time naturally make way.

One step is an endless distance, heading towards the celestial chaos and the Purple Cloud Palace.

The time for preaching the gospel three thousand years ago is approaching.

The first sage of the primordial world, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, will preach the Great Dao of Hunyuan in Zixiao Palace.

This is the greatest creation since the beginning of time, the beginning of an immeasurable future eon, and a turning point in the destiny of all the gods, saints, and great powers.

In my memory, the lecture at Zixiao Palace described the path to enlightenment after the Great Luo realm, a path of endless mystery.

He has to go.

Shortly after he left, the array in the valley flashed with a faint light.

A barefoot figure dressed in hemp clothing quietly emerged from nothingness.

The girl stood on the empty space where he had once sat cross-legged, her gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, seeing the lingering, indestructible Daoist charm that touched the very source, a charm that only those at the same level could vaguely perceive when he broke through.

"Is it Da Luo already...?"

She murmured to herself, a tiny ripple appearing in her eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, before quickly returning to stillness, completely suppressing the complex emotions she felt.

The figure slowly faded away.

The conflict between the Lich King and the Demon King intensifies, a storm is brewing at Mount Buzhou, and signs of a cataclysmic calamity are already emerging...

She, too, has her own inescapable mission.