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

The moment the two Western Saints appeared, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of ten thousand miles seemed to freeze.

Birds stopped soaring, beasts lowered their bodies, and even the sound of the wind became cautious.

Sun Wukong stood beside Meng Chuan, all the hairs on his body standing on end.

Although he was arrogant, he was not stupid—he could sense that the aura of each of the two monks in front of him was even more unfathomable than that of the Buddha in the past.

"I, Old Sun..."

He swallowed hard, instinctively tightening his grip on the golden cudgel. "Am I, Old Sun, going to die here right after I got out?"

Meng Chuan did not answer his question, but calmly watched the two figures getting closer and closer, his expression as indifferent as if he were looking at two passersby.

Zhunti spoke first.

His gaze first fell on Sun Wukong, with a hint of scrutiny, then shifted to Meng Chuan, his smile deepening: "Amitabha. This humble monk finds this benefactor unfamiliar. Where do you come from? Where are you going? Why do you wish to rescue this demon monkey imprisoned beneath the mountain?"

Meng Chuan glanced at him and said casually, "Just passing by, nothing special."

"smoothly?"

Zhunti's smile faltered slightly. Jieyin took over the conversation, his voice gentle and carrying a comforting quality: "Does the benefactor know that this demon monkey is a wanted criminal of the Heavenly Court, suppressed here by the Buddha with great power to eliminate his malevolent energy? Releasing him rashly might be inappropriate."

"inappropriate?"

Meng Chuan tilted his head. "I think it's a good idea."

The guide: "..."

Zhunti: "..."

Sun Wukong, listening from the side, grinned and almost burst out laughing.

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had ever encountered such an infuriating person.

Zhunti took a deep breath and put on his signature compassionate smile again: "You flatter me, benefactor. This humble monk has no ill intentions. It is only because I see that your cultivation is so profound that you have been able to attain the Primordial Chaos Realm in the current environment, which is truly rare. This humble monk is filled with respect and has come to make your acquaintance."

He paused, then changed the subject: "However... since you're new here, you're probably not familiar with the rules of this place. There are some things that shouldn't be done, so it's best not to do them."

That's a polite way of putting it, but the meaning is very clear—you're a newly crowned saint, don't be too arrogant!

After hearing this, Meng Chuan was not angry; instead, he smiled.

He laughed easily and casually, as if he'd heard a not-so-funny joke and was only forcing a smile out of politeness. "Rules?"

He looked at Zhunti, his tone calm, and asked, "Who set these rules you're talking about?"

Zhunti's brow twitched.

Meng Chuan continued, "Was it set by Hongjun? Or was it decided by you few Heavenly Dao Saints? Or is it just your Western religion's own rule?"

His tone remained calm, but every word carried an undisguised sharpness.

Zhunti's smile finally vanished completely.

His gaze deepened, and his voice grew lower: "Benefactor, you should know that there are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people."

"I know."

Meng Chuan nodded, his tone still relaxed, "There are indeed heavens beyond heavens, and there are indeed people beyond people. For example—right now, right in front of you fellow disciples, there stands one such villain."

Upon hearing this, even the usually silent Jieyin frowned.

Zhunti's eyes sharpened.

He stared at Meng Chuan for several breaths, then suddenly laughed, but this time the smile was no longer as gentle as before, instead carrying a hint of coldness: "Does the benefactor mean that this humble monk and my senior brother are insignificant in your presence?" "I didn't say that."

Meng Chuan shrugged. "I just wanted to say—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Jieyin and Zhunti's faces, a meaningful smile curving his lips: "In front of me, the two of you are indeed not much of a match."

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere froze, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop suddenly!

Sun Wukong gripped the golden cudgel tighter and tighter. He felt like a rabbit that had wandered into the territory of a wild beast, caught between the three saints, and dared not even breathe loudly.

Zhunti's face had completely darkened.

He had cultivated himself for countless years, and since he became famous, he had never been so despised.

Even the Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi, treated him with great respect.

He was about to speak when Jie stopped him with a look.

Jieyin stepped forward, clasped his hands together, his expression still compassionate, his voice still gentle, but his eyes now held a hint of solemnity: "Benefactor, this humble monk has no intention of being your enemy. However, the matter of that demon monkey has far-reaching implications, involving the balance of the Heavenly Court, Mount Ling, and even the entire Three Realms. Have you considered the consequences of releasing him today?"

"as a result of?"

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow. "What will be the consequences? Will the Heavenly Court send troops to arrest him again? Or will Buddha himself take action to subdue him?" Jieyin paused for a moment, then slowly said, "If necessary, this humble monk and my junior brother will not stand idly by."

This has already been made very clear—

If you insist on protecting this monkey, then we, the two Western Saints, will not mind taking action ourselves!

Faced with the threat, Meng Chuan smiled.

It wasn't the polite smile from before, but a genuine, heartfelt smile with a hint of joy.

"You won't just stand by and do nothing?"

He repeated the sentence, as if savoring a funny joke, "That's perfect."

He took a step forward.

With just one step, the aura emanating from him changed abruptly!

He stood there before, like a sharp sword hidden in its sheath. Although you could feel its sharpness, there was still a layer between you and it.

And now, he has drawn his sword!

A vast and boundless pressure emanated from his body. The pressure was not violent; in fact, it could be described as gentle, but it carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

It was like an invisible mountain, slowly pressing down, unhurried yet making it difficult to even breathe.

Both Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions changed simultaneously!

They sensed that the power of the Heavenly Dao within their bodies had become slightly stagnant in the face of this oppressive force.

They had never encountered this situation before.

They were all Heavenly Saints who had attained enlightenment by severing their three corpses, relying on the Heavenly Way and existing in harmony with it.

Theoretically speaking, as long as the Dao of Heaven does not perish, their power will not be exhausted, and their realm will not be shaken.

But at that moment, they felt as if their connection with the Heavenly Dao had been severed for a split second.

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to terrify them.

"you……"

Zhunti's pupils contracted. "You're not a Heavenly Saint?"

"When did I ever say I was a Heavenly Dao Saint?" Meng Chuan retorted, while also scoffing, "If I were a Heavenly Dao Saint, I could only be your junior brother."

After all, in this world, only Hongjun could become a "Heavenly Saint".

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of solemnity in each other's eyes.

The Law proves the Way!

The Great Sage!