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

Purple light filled the sky above Chaoge City.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by chaotic energy, and the entire world trembled under his oppressive aura.

In the city of Chaoge below, the people were prostrate on the ground, struggling to even breathe.

The bricks and stones on the city wall cracked under the pressure of the sage's aura, making a cracking sound.

Di Xin leaned against the battlements, his legs trembling uncontrollably, but he gritted his teeth and refused to kneel down.

His gaze was fixed on the blue figure in the sky—his teacher, who was standing in front of the saint.

Meng Chuan stood opposite Yuanshi Tianzun, no more than a hundred feet apart.

The wind whipped his blue Taoist robe, making it flutter loudly, but his figure remained as steady as a mountain, completely still.

The gaze of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was indifferent, as if looking down upon ants.

Without uttering any unnecessary words, he slowly raised his right hand, and a ball of chaotic light began to condense in his palm.

As soon as that light appeared, the entire city of Chaoge began to tremble violently!

The ground cracked open with deep, bottomless fissures, houses collapsed in droves, and the city's inhabitants fled in cries. The sage's mere opening gesture had already brought the city to the brink of destruction.

"How dare such insignificant beings as ants obstruct destiny?"

The voice of the Primordial Celestial Venerable resounded like thunder from the heavens, echoing throughout the world: "Since you insist on courting death, I will grant your wish!"

He struck out with his palm!

This palm strike was delivered without any probing or holding back; it was a powerful blow from a Heavenly Saint!

Wherever the palm print passed, the void was torn apart like thin paper, and chaotic energy surged out from the shattered void, carrying a world-destroying power, pressing down on Meng Chuan!

If this palm strike lands solidly, not only Chaoge City, but all living beings in the surrounding area will be reduced to dust!

On the city wall, Di Xin's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively shouted, "Teacher—!"

The next second, his voice caught in his throat.

Because he witnessed an incredible scene.

Faced with that earth-shattering palm strike, Meng Chuan neither dodged nor retreated, nor even frowned.

He simply raised his right hand and extended one finger. Then, he gently pressed it forward.

His fingertips pressed against the saint's palm print, which was powerful enough to shatter the void!

Then--

The palm print stopped.

It was like a galloping carriage crashing into an invisible iron wall, coming to an abrupt stop.

For the first time, a crack appeared on the indifference on Yuanshi Tianzun's face.

His pupils contracted slightly as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him—

He angrily attacked, his palm strike, which he had compressed and concentrated, was actually blocked by a single finger of the other party.

How is this possible?!

He snorted coldly, and his magical power surged once again. The chaotic light on his palm print suddenly became even more intense, and its power increased several times over!

However, Meng Chuan's fingers remained completely still.

That seemingly slender finger was like a pillar supporting the sky; no matter how much a sage exerted his magic, he could not bend it even an inch. Meng Chuan looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with disdain.

"A saint? That's all?"

His tone was soft, tinged with a hint of disappointment.

The expression on Yuanshi Tianzun's face finally changed.

"Arrogant!"

Yuanshi Tianzun roared, raised his left hand at the same time, and struck out with both hands. The two palm prints overlapped, doubling their power once again!

The world lost its color, and the sun and moon lost their light!

Half of the primordial world's spiritual energy was instantly drained, creating a huge spiritual energy vacuum zone!

The city of Chaoge below looked like a leaf in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse!

Meng Chuan sneered, then casually threw a punch.

This punch had no magical fluctuations or unusual phenomena; it was just like a punch thrown casually by an ordinary person.

But when that punch collided with the two palm prints of the saints—"Boom—!!"

A deafening roar, as if the world had just been created!

Those two saintly palm prints, powerful enough to destroy everything, shattered like paper before Meng Chuan's fist!

Yuanshi Tianzun felt an irresistible force crashing into him. His body slid backward uncontrollably, his feet carving two long black tracks in the void. He slid for hundreds of miles before finally regaining his footing!

He looked up at Meng Chuan, his gaze filled with shock and disbelief for the first time.

"You...you..."

His voice trembled slightly, "What kind of monster is it?!"

A storm raged in the heart of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

He knew perfectly well that in the primordial world, the positions of saints were limited—

After his teacher Hongjun attained enlightenment, he appointed six Heavenly Saints.

The birth of every sage requires the permission of a teacher and the approval of the laws of nature.

But where did this person come from? He had never seen this person before, nor had he ever heard of this person's name, nor had he ever sensed the birth of a new saint!

How is this possible?!

"Who are you?!"

The voice of the Primordial Celestial Venerable became deep and solemn, "In the primordial world, there cannot be a sage I do not know! Where exactly do you come from?!"

Meng Chuan withdrew his fist, dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, and said calmly, "I've already said my name is Meng Chuan, Imperial Tutor of the Great Shang Dynasty. As for where I come from—"

He paused, his gaze becoming somewhat distant.

Even if I told you, you wouldn't know.

The face of the Primordial Celestial Venerable turned pale and then red.

He has cultivated for many eons, and as a Heavenly Dao Saint and a true descendant of Pangu, when has he ever been treated with such contempt?!

But ironically, his previous exchange had already proven that the strength of the person in front of him was... subtly superior to his own.

This realization stirred an unprecedented sense of crisis within Yuanshi Tianzun.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his shock and anger, and said coldly, "No matter your origins—trespassing into the primordial world, disrupting the Investiture of the Gods, and destroying the order of Heaven, do you know what a grave crime this is?" "A grave crime?"

Meng Chuan laughed, "You can confer your own gods, I'll protect those I want to protect, and we won't interfere with each other. It was your Chan Sect who provoked me first; I was merely acting in self-defense. What, you Chan Sect are allowed to kill, but I'm not allowed to fight back?"

"That's just sophistry!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's face was grim, and the chaotic energy around him surged once more. "No matter what your reasons are today, killing my Chan Sect disciples and seizing my Chan Sect's magical treasures will have to come at a price!"

He formed a hand seal, and an even more terrifying aura began to rise from his body!

That was his trump card—the Pangu Banner!

As one of the innate treasures transformed from the Pangu God's axe, the Pangu Banner possesses the supreme power to tear apart chaos and recreate the world!

Once unleashed, even a saint of the same level would not dare to easily confront its power!

However, just as Yuanshi Tianzun was about to unleash the Pangu Banner—

Without any warning, Meng Chuan raised his head and looked up at the sky.

His gaze pierced through layers of clouds and endless void, landing on some unknowable and unpredictable place.

Then he smiled. "It's finally here."

The movements of Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly froze.

He sensed it too.

A vast and boundless aura, surpassing all others, was slowly descending from the heavens.

The aura was so powerful that even he, a Heavenly Dao Saint, felt a chill run down his spine.

That was... his teacher!

Dao Ancestor - Hongjun!

In the sky, a huge crack slowly opened.

Within the crack lies endless chaos, and deep within that chaos, a blurry figure sits cross-legged.

The figure did not exude any pressure or reveal any aura, but the moment it appeared, the entire world froze.

The wind stopped, the clouds stopped, and even time seemed to stand still.

In Chaoge City, everyone remained frozen in place, as if encased in amber. This wasn't due to some magical spell, but rather a stagnation of the very rules of heaven and earth—because the appearance of that figure forced even the Heavenly Dao to make way.

Meng Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the figure deep within the chaos, his smile widening rather than diminishing.

"The Dao Ancestor himself is a rare guest indeed."

His voice rang out in the stillness of the world, breaking the frozen silence.

Deep within the chaos, the blurry figure slowly opened its eyes.

Those eyes seemed to contain the birth and death of the universe, the flow of time, and the source of all laws.

He looked at Meng Chuan, his gaze calm and profound.

Then, an ancient and distant voice echoed between heaven and earth:

"Fellow Daoist—"

You've crossed the line.