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

The clash between the gun and the bell was silent.

Or rather, all the sounds were annihilated the moment of contact.

Time, space, light, energy... everything tangible and intangible converges and collapses at that point!

Then--

boom---!!!

An indescribable, terrifying explosion erupted from the point of impact!

The blinding white light devoured everything, and the violent energy turbulence transformed into a destructive tide, sweeping wildly in all directions!

The earth shattered and collapsed layer by layer like an eggshell, distant mountains crumbled and turned to dust, and the sky was torn open with countless dark cracks, from which water, fire, and wind surged out, churning the world into chaos.

Even though the armies of the Lich and Demon races retreated to a distance of tens of thousands of miles, they were still swept by the aftershocks.

Countless warriors screamed as they turned to ashes, and some even vanished without a trace before they could even utter a scream.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong's expressions changed drastically. They roared and mobilized all their energy to create layers of fire curtains and water walls in front of the Wu tribe army, barely managing to block the most fatal impact.

On the demon side, demon gods such as Ji Meng and Ying Zhao also used various means to protect their people, but still suffered heavy casualties.

All eyes were fixed on the epicenter of the explosion.

The light gradually faded.

Two figures faced each other from a distance.

Meng Chuan knelt on one knee, using his gun as a support, struggling to stay upright.

He was covered in blood, his blue robe was torn, revealing pale gold skin covered in cracks. From the deep wounds that exposed bone, pale gold blood gushed out like a spring, dripping onto the ground and leaving scorched marks.

The God-Slaying Spear lay diagonally embedded in the ground, its shaft dull and cracked, the faint blood-red light barely visible.

The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron hangs overhead, its clear light like a flickering candle in the wind; the Dinghai Pearl is scattered around, its precious light dim; the Qiankun Ruler is inserted diagonally to the side, its Xuanhuang Daoist aura faint.

He was seriously injured.

If it weren't for the four spiritual treasures protecting him and the fact that his physical body was strong enough due to the seventh stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, Chaos Zhong would have been completely annihilated by now.

But he was still standing.

Taiyi, on the other side, was also having a hard time.

He stood in mid-air, his crimson-gold armor shattered in many places, revealing skin covered with fine cracks. A trickle of dark gold blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the tiger's mouth of his right hand holding the bell was split open, with blood sliding down the bell.

The Chaos Bell hung in front of him, its ancient shape still intact, but the Dao patterns on its surface were noticeably dimmed, and a tiny, almost invisible crack appeared on its surface—though it was repaired in an instant, it was indeed damaged.

The Chaos Bell, renowned for its defense and hailed as "invincible from the start," was actually pierced by a broken and ferocious weapon by a late-stage Great Luo Immortal!

Even for just a moment, it was enough to shake the primordial world!

Taiyi stared intently at Meng Chuan, his eyes filled with shock, anger, killing intent, and a hint of unbelievable fear.

Tie!

It's a draw!

He, Donghuang Taiyi, a primordial god-demon born from the Sun Star, with the cultivation of the late-stage Daluo realm, wielding the Chaos Bell, the foremost of the three great treasures of creation, actually fought to a draw with an unknown primordial Dao body!

If word of this battle gets out, what face will Taiyi and the demon race have left?

"Good...very good..."

Taiyi spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, suppressing a raging fire.

"Meng Chuan... I will remember you."

He gave Meng Chuan a deep look, his gaze icy and piercing, as if he wanted to imprint the other's appearance, aura, and even his true spirit deep into his soul.

Then, he suddenly turned around.

"withdraw!"

At the command, there was no more hesitation.

His injuries were no less severe than those of his opponents, and in his current state, he was no match for Zhu Rong and Gong Gong!

The demon army retreated like a tide. Although their formation remained intact, the overwhelming demonic aura and high morale they had displayed upon arrival were completely gone, leaving only a heavy sense of oppression and fear.

The oppressive atmosphere only gradually dissipated after the demon army had completely disappeared into the horizon.

The wasteland was utterly silent.

Only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the scorched earth and the crackling of the lingering turbulent energy could be heard.

The witch warriors stared blankly at the kneeling figure in blue robes, their eyes filled with shock, disbelief, and an indescribable complexity.

This innate Dao body, which claimed that Houtu Ancestral Witch was his "guide," actually blocked Donghuang Taiyi and that terrifying Chaos Bell!

Moreover, it ended in a draw!

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes.

They knew better than anyone the terror of the Chaos Bell.

Even with their combined strength, the two of them, despite being at the peak of the Great Luo realm, were still suppressed and defeated by Taiyi using the Chaos Bell.

Meng Chuan, a late-stage Great Luo Immortal, was able to fight him to a draw... This means that without the Chaos Bell, Taiyi would be no match for him!

"This kid..."

Zhu Rong licked her chapped lips, her voice hoarse, "It hasn't been that long... Back in Zixiao Palace, he was only at the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, right?"

"Nineteen hundred years..."

Gonggong took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and qi. His gaze towards Meng Chuan was completely different now. "Nineteen hundred years, from the initial stage of the Great Luo realm to the late stage of the Great Luo realm, and he can even fight to a draw with Taiyi, who is also at the same realm and wields the Chaos Bell... The speed at which his strength has increased is simply..."

He couldn't find the words to describe it.

The Wu Clan is naturally physically strong. Although their breakthroughs are slow, their combat power among those of the same level is unparalleled in the primordial world.

Even so, they had never seen such a terrifying improvement.

This can no longer be described as "extraordinary talent".

Suppressing their inner turmoil, the two quickly walked to Meng Chuan's side.

"Young friend Mengchuan, how are you?" Zhu Rong asked in a gruff voice, reaching out to help but then stopping.

"It's alright."

Meng Chuan slowly straightened up, activated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and his blood and qi surged. His wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He raised his hand and collected the scattered magical treasures one by one.

The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, the Qiankun Ruler, and the Golden Dragon Scissors transformed into streams of light and disappeared into his brow, leaving only the God-Slaying Spear in his hand.

The gun was dull, with a faint blood-red glow deep within the cracks, clearly indicating that it had suffered great damage in the previous attack.

But he could sense that the gun spirit was intact and could be restored with gentle care.

Even... due to its direct collision with the Chaos Bell, a supreme treasure of creation, the wisp of killing intent within the spear seemed to have become even more condensed and pure.

Good fortune and misfortune are intertwined.

"Thank you for your help in this battle, young friend."

Gonggong cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone now solemn, a far cry from his previous casualness.

In this vast and ancient land, strength reigns supreme.

Meng Chuan's fighting prowess displayed today is enough to earn him respect from anyone, including the Ancestral Witches.

"You two ancestral witches are too kind."

Meng Chuan shook his head, his voice calm but tinged with weariness, "Hou Tu has been kind to me. How can I stand by and watch her brother be in danger?"

Zhu Rong grinned, wanting to pat Meng Chuan on the shoulder, but seeing his body covered in wounds, he sheepishly withdrew his hand.

"No matter what, if it weren't for you today, Gonggong and I would have suffered a great loss. I, Zhurong, will remember this favor."

Gonggong nodded: "The Wu tribe does not like to owe favors, but I, Gonggong, acknowledge the favor I have done today."

Their attitudes were completely different from when they were at Zixiao Palace.

At that time, they helped Meng Chuan only because of Hou Tu's appearance; they didn't really care about him.

But in today's battle, Meng Chuan earned their true recognition and respect with his strength.

"Young friend, your injuries are quite severe. Please come with us back to our ancestral land to heal," Zhu Rong said.

Meng Chuan did not refuse.

He definitely needs a safe place to recuperate and nurture his spirit.

Moreover, he has not yet achieved his goal for this trip.

Thank you for your trouble.

The three transformed into streaks of light and headed towards the core of the Wu Clan's ancestral land deep within Buzhou Mountain.

Along the way, countless Wu tribe warriors cast awe-inspiring, curious, and grateful glances at them.

Meng Chuan accepted it calmly, but he was thinking about something else.

In his battle with Taiyi just now, it seemed like they were evenly matched, but in reality, he had given it his all.

The power of the Chaos Bell is indeed terrifying.

If it weren't for the unique nature of the God-Slaying Spear, which contains the Dao of Slaughter capable of breaking all laws, coupled with his primordial spirit and physical body both reaching the late-stage perfection of the Great Luo realm, his solid foundation, and the four spiritual treasures to share the pressure, he would have had a hard time escaping unscathed today.

"With my current cultivation level, the only way to defeat Taiyi, who wields the Chaos Bell, is probably to complete the God-Slaying Spear."

Meng Chuan's mind raced.

As for breakthroughs in cultivation...

He could see that Taiyi was also on the verge of a breakthrough and might not reach the peak of the Great Luo realm later than him.

As I pondered, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A majestic, ancient palace, entirely constructed of dark red boulders, stands amidst the embrace of mountains.

The height of the hall is unknown, seemingly integrated with Mount Buzhou, and its body is covered with intricate and ancient totems:

Pangu created the world, demons and gods clashed, and all spirits paid homage...

Each painting embodies a powerful energy and ancient Taoist charm.

Pangu Hall.

The core of the ancestral land of the Wu tribe is the place where the father god Pangu is worshipped, and it is also where the twelve ancestral Wu tribes practice and discuss matters on a daily basis.

The plaza in front of the palace is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds.

At this moment, several figures were already waiting.

The leader was a tall, rugged man dressed in animal skins, his bare chest covered with scars and totems. His aura was as deep and powerful as the earth itself. He was none other than Dijiang, the leader of the Wu tribe and the ancestral witch of space and speed.

Beside him were several ancestral witches of different appearances.

With a human face and a bird's body, green snakes hanging from his ears and a red snake in his hand, he exudes a vibrant and lively aura—Jumang.

With a human face and a tiger's body, covered in golden scales, with wings growing from its shoulder blades, a snake piercing its left ear, and riding two dragons, its sharp aura is intimidating—Ru Shou.

A creature with a python's head and a human body, covered in black scales, standing on a black dragon, with a green python wrapped around its hands, surrounded by mist and as deep as the sea—Xuanming.

With a beast's head and a human body, fire snakes piercing his ears, and fire dragons under his feet, surrounded by fiery energy, his aura was both violent and restrained—Wu Hui, the elder brother of Zhu Rong and the ancestral witch of fire.

Eight human faces, a tiger's body and ten tails, with a strange and ever-changing aura—Tianwu.

A creature with a human face and an animal body, ears like a dog's, and green snakes hanging from its ears—Shebi Shi.

With a human face and a snake's body, entirely crimson, and eyes like candles illuminating the void—Zhu Jiuyin.

With the return of Zhurong and Gonggong, the twelve ancestral witches have now reached nine.

However, Houtu, as well as Yuezi and Qiangliang, did not appear.