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

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The formation lit up instantly!

A dazzling light burst forth from the array patterns, illuminating the entire stone chamber as if it were daytime!

A vast and ancient power of law surged from the formation, enveloping the two of them—

In that instant, Meng Chuan clearly felt that at least a dozen different laws were acting on him at the same time, with the law of time as the main force and the other laws as the auxiliary force, forming an irresistible pulling force!

His consciousness went blank for a moment.

It felt like millions of years had passed, yet it also felt like just a snap of the fingers.

He instinctively gripped Houtu's hand—but the next second, he felt a lightness in his hand.

That cool yet warm hand seemed to vanish into thin air, slipping from his palm.

Meng Chuan's heart sank!

He wanted to open his eyes and call her name, but the power of the law enveloped him, making him unable to move an inch!

First, there was complete darkness, then a sudden burst of light appeared.

When Meng Chuan could see the scene before him again, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar world.

He immediately looked down at his right hand—it was empty.

Houtu is not by my side.

"Houtu?"

He called out, but there was no response.

His voice echoed for a few breaths in the vast expanse of heaven and earth before being dispersed by the wind.

Meng Chuan's divine sense instantly swept out, covering an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles—

There was no trace of Houtu. She expanded her search area, extending her divine sense millions of miles away—

Still not.

His heart sank.

"It's a problem with that teleportation array..."

Meng Chuan muttered to himself, "Did it forcibly separate me and Houtu? Is it because it couldn't teleport us both to the same place at the same time, so it teleported us to different locations?"

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Houtu is quite powerful, already at the peak of the middle-level saint, and only one step away from becoming an upper-level saint.

With her cultivation level and experience, even if she were teleported to an unfamiliar place, she wouldn't immediately encounter fatal danger.

The most urgent thing is to figure out where I am first, and then figure out a way to find her.

Meng Chuan composed himself and spread his divine sense once more, beginning to carefully explore this world.

Then, he froze.

The concentration of spiritual energy in this world is vastly different from that in the divine realm—it's so barren it's almost desolate.

If the spiritual energy concentration of the Divine Realm is likened to a vast ocean, then the spiritual energy concentration of this world can at most be considered a small stream.

Moreover, he discovered an even more shocking fact—

The fundamental laws governing this world are far weaker than those of the world he is familiar with. With his current strength, he can even faintly touch the boundaries of the fundamental laws of this world.

This feeling is like...

He has been here before.

Or rather, he once lived in a place very similar to this place.

Meng Chuan's pupils contracted slightly.

He spread his divine sense out again, this time not searching aimlessly, but consciously looking for certain specific signs—

The contours of mountains and rivers, the distribution of oceans, the shapes of continents...

A moment later, he was certain.

This is the primordial world.

But it wasn't the primordial world he once inhabited.

The primordial world he once inhabited has had its historical trajectory completely altered because of his intervention—

The Wu tribe did not decline, Houtu did not perish and reincarnate, the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan did not disappear, and even whether the Investiture of the Gods calamity will occur is still unknown.

And in this primordial world before him, everything was operating according to the "original history" he knew.

His divine sense swept across the earth, seeing the ruins left after the collapse of Mount Buzhou, the surviving Wu tribe barely clinging to life, the newly appointed Jade Emperor in the Heavenly Court restoring order, and the human race multiplying and thriving on the earth, gradually becoming the protagonist of heaven and earth...

The Lich War is over.

Houtu—the Houtu of this world—has already perished and entered the cycle of reincarnation.

The Wu Clan and the Demon Clan suffered heavy losses and both withdrew from the center of the prehistoric stage.

And now, we are on the eve of the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods.

Meng Chuan stood in the void, silent for a long time.

"How...did I end up in such a primitive world?"

He looked down at his hands, feeling the subtle sense of rejection emanating from this world towards him, an "outsider."

Was it because of that teleportation array?

That formation is even older than the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, and the person who set it up had extremely high attainments in the laws, possibly even being a being far beyond his current realm.

The formation didn't lead to a corner of the divine realm, but rather—another primordial world?

A prehistoric world that is completely consistent with the normal history he knows?

Suppressing his shock and doubt, Meng Chuan once again spread out his divine sense.

This time, he consciously searched for those familiar scents.

He found it.

Jin'ao Island lies on the East China Sea.

Biyou Palace.

An aura soared into the sky, vast and boundless, carrying an incomparably sharp sword intent—it was the aura of a Heavenly Saint.

The Master of Heaven.

Without hesitation, Meng Chuan vanished from the spot in a flash.

The next moment, he was already above Jin'ao Island.

In the square in front of Biyou Palace, a middle-aged man dressed in a blue Taoist robe stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant sea.

He was tall and imposing, with a heroic face and an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger. He was none other than the leader of the Jie Sect and the Heavenly Saint Tongtian Sect Master.

However, when Meng Chuan appeared less than ten feet behind him, the Tongtian Sect Leader was completely unaware.

Meng Chuan stood there quietly, looking at this old friend with whom he had crossed paths in another prehistoric world, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He knew that the Tongtian Cult Leader of this world did not recognize him.

In this world, Meng Chuan had never appeared, never set foot in the primordial wilderness, and never changed anyone's fate.

He was a complete stranger.

After a moment of silence, Meng Chuan finally spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the Tongtian Sect Leader.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's body trembled violently!

He turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping towards the direction from which the sound came—and then, his pupils suddenly contracted!

Less than ten feet behind him stood a person!

Someone he was completely unaware of!

How is this possible?!

He is a sage of the Heavenly Dao!

In the primordial world, there exists that can approach him silently without him noticing—

Only his teacher, Dao Ancestor Hongjun!

He had never seen this young man before! His appearance and aura were unfamiliar, and he was completely outside the range of any powerful figure he knew!

The Tongtian Sect Leader's expression instantly became extremely solemn, his body surging with sword energy, and he was like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed!

"Who are you?!"

His voice was deep and sharp, carrying undisguised vigilance and wariness.

A thought even flashed through his mind—

Could this be some kind of "prank" played by the teacher?

Looking at the Tongtian Sect Leader who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, Meng Chuan sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, I didn't recognize him.

He cupped his hands in greeting and said in a calm tone, "My name is Meng Chuan. I happened to be passing by and have disturbed you. I hope Fellow Daoist Tongtian will not take offense."

"Just passing by?"

The Grand Master of Heaven frowned even more deeply, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Meng Chuan. "Who are you? Why have I never heard of you before?"