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

This time, Houtu went to the outer chaos alone.

Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, and the others had been drowsy last time, and this time, no matter what she said, they just waved their hands.

"Girl, the Dao Ancestor's teachings on the Great Dao of the Primordial Spirit are like heavenly books to us. Going there would only make us fall asleep and become a laughing stock."

"Go then, and if you return with any findings, tell us about them."

Houtu did not try to persuade her further and set off alone.

Barefoot, treading on clouds, his hempen robes fluttered slightly in the chaotic air currents.

The closer one gets to outer space, the stronger the chaotic air currents become.

The gale was like a knife, the turbulent currents were like a tide, and earth, water, fire and wind appeared out of nowhere, evolving into a vortex of destruction.

This resistance is several times stronger than before the lecture at Zixiao Palace.

Only those who are Taiyi Golden Immortals can approach the Purple Cloud Palace.

Even at the early stage of Taiyi, without the protection of powerful treasures, one is still in danger of perishing.

The second lecture at Zixiao Palace had a higher entry threshold.

Houtu remained calm, her body radiating a profound and weighty Daoist aura, as solid as the earth itself. She deflected, absorbed, and transformed the incoming air currents into her own power.

The golden dragon scissors hung at his waist, their sharpness concealed.

Only when passing through several treacherous temporal turbulences did it shudder slightly, cutting open the path ahead.

Speechless all the way.

But just before breaking through the primordial barrier and stepping into the outer chaos—

"when--!!"

A bell tolled without warning, rising from the chaos ahead.

As the bell tolled, time and space seemed to freeze, and the surging chaotic currents of air calmed down.

A figure in crimson gold slowly emerged from the depths of chaos.

Dressed in armor, tall and imposing, holding an ancient-looking small bell, it was none other than Taiyi.

He blocked the way, his gaze cold and sharp, like two blazing suns, fixed on Houtu.

"Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, how have you been?"

Taiyi spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

Houtu stopped and looked at him, her expression unchanged.

"Fellow Daoist Taiyi, why do you block my path?"

"Blocking the road?"

Taiyi's lips curled into a cold smile. "I'm not here to block your way, but to ask for your guidance."

His gaze fell on the golden dragon scissors at Houtu's waist, a strange light flashing in his eyes, which then turned into a deeper chill.

"Three thousand years ago, outside the ancestral land of the Witch Clan, that junior who called you 'the guide' shattered my Chaos Bell with the God-Slaying Spear and fought me to a draw."

"After I returned, I often pondered... a junior who could fight me to a draw with his broken spear, what kind of person must his so-called guide be?"

"Today is an opportune moment, and I wish to seek some guidance from the Ancestral Witch to see just how capable the one who is revered as a guide by such a figure truly is."

As soon as he finished speaking, several faint auras emerged from the surrounding chaos, stopping to observe from afar.

They were all powerful beings who went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao.

Among them were Ji Meng and Ying Zhao from the demon race, a Great Luo cultivator from the rogue cultivators, and two Western beings, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti, standing in the distance with pained expressions but sharp glints in their eyes.

"It is Taiyi, the leader of the demon race, and Houtu, the ancestral witch of the witch race..."

"Is Taiyi trying to get revenge? Three thousand years ago, he fought Meng Chuan to a draw, and he's still resentful, so he's come after Houtu, Meng Chuan's guide on the path?"

"Although Houtu is strong, Taiyi is now clearly at the peak of the Great Luo realm, and he also has the Chaos Bell in his hand... This battle is probably not going to be good."

Whispers circulated subtly in the stagnant space and time.

Houtu listened, her expression remaining calm.

She looked at Taiyi and slowly spoke:

"If you want war, then let's fight."

No extra words, no explanations, no retreat.

A cold glint flashed in Taiyi's eyes.

"good!"

Without another word, he took a step forward, his figure already a hundred feet in front of Houtu. He clenched his left fist, and the crimson-gold light on the fist tip condensed, transforming into a hundred-foot-tall sun, which he smashed down fiercely!

With a punch, the sun blazed across the sky, burning everything in its path, and even causing spacetime to freeze and distort!

His first move was a full-force attack from a peak Great Luo Immortal!

Houtu's eyes narrowed, she neither flinched nor dodged, she raised her right hand, clenched her five fingers, and threw out a punch as well!

The fist was thrown, but no light appeared. Only the immense fist intent, as heavy as Mount Buzhou and capable of bearing all things, transformed into a stream of mysterious yellow energy, heading towards the crimson sun.

boom--!!

The two fists collided, unleashing a terrifying energy storm that completely disrupted the surrounding chaos!

Houtu swayed and took three steps back, ripples spreading out in the air beneath her feet.

Taiyi took only one step back, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Great punch! Great power!"

He let out a long laugh, his fighting spirit growing even stronger.

"Again!"

He advanced further, his fists raining down like rain, crimson-gold fist shadows covering the sky and the earth. Each punch contained the Great Sun True Fire that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas, and was also entangled with the laws of time and space, sealing off all of Houtu's escape routes.

Houtu remained calm, her fists moving to block or strike, each punch heavy and powerful, as if the earth itself were bearing the weight, completely deflecting Taiyi's attacks.

Clang! Clang! Bang! Boom!

……

The sounds of fists colliding were as dense as thunder. Two figures flashed rapidly in the chaos. Each exchange caused the chaos to explode, with earth, water, fire, and wind surging out, evolving into a scene of destruction.

A hundred moves in the blink of an eye.

The Taiyi Fist suddenly changed its stance, ceasing its fierce attack. It retreated gracefully, raising its right hand and gently swirling the Chaos Bell in its palm.

"when--!!"

The bells toll again!

This time, the sound of the bell was no longer just a stagnation of time and space, but also contained a terrifying Taoist charm that reversed yin and yang and turned the world upside down!

As the bell tolled, Houtu felt her blood and qi flow backward, her magical power become disordered, her primordial spirit waver, and the scene before her eyes become upside down and chaotic.

"town!"

Taiyi shouted, and the Chaos Bell flew out of his hand. It grew in the wind and transformed into a giant bell ten thousand feet tall, hanging in the sky with its mouth facing down. Endless chaotic energy flowed down like billions of chains, intending to completely suppress and refine Houtu!

"Golden Dragon Scissors, unleash!"

Houtu gave a soft shout, and the golden dragon scissors at her waist shot into the sky, transforming into two intersecting golden silhouettes that tore through the void and fiercely slashed at the descending chaotic energy!

laugh!laugh!laugh!

……

As the golden silhouette passed by, the chaotic air currents were cut off, but the severed air currents were reborn in an instant, adding even more power.

Although the Golden Dragon Scissors are powerful, they are ultimately just a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. How can they compete with the Chaos Bell, a supreme treasure created at the beginning of time?

In a short while, the golden silhouette was submerged and suppressed by the chaotic airflow, and its light quickly dimmed.

Houtu's face turned slightly pale. She gritted her teeth and urged all her magical power. The Xuanhuang Daoist aura soared into the sky, transforming into a thick barrier that barely withstood the suppression of the Chaos Bell.

"Is Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, all there is to her?"

Taiyi stood in mid-air, holding the Chaos Bell, his eyes cold and indifferent.

"If this is all you've got, then today... it ends here."

He made a hand seal, and the Chaos Bell vibrated again.

Thump—!

This time, the bell sound condensed into a solid pillar of crimson gold light, which fell from the bell mouth, ignoring the Xuanhuang barrier, and struck Houtu directly between the eyebrows!

Where the beam of light passed, space and time were annihilated, and all things vanished!

Houtu's pupils contracted sharply as she fully activated the Golden Dragon Scissors to defend herself. At the same time, she formed hand seals, and the Xuanhuang Daoist aura around her condensed into an ancient shield, blocking in front of her.

clang--!!

The crimson beam of light slammed into the shield, causing it to tremble violently and countless cracks to appear on its surface.

Houtu let out a muffled groan, a trace of pale golden blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. Her body flew backward, crashing through layers of chaos before she could barely regain her footing.

She knelt on one knee, supporting herself with her hand, her face pale. The golden dragon scissors at her waist had dimmed and flew back into her hand, their bodies trembling slightly, clearly indicating that they were badly damaged.

"It seems I overestimated you."

Taiyi slowly put away the bell, his gaze indifferent, looking down at Houtu.

"The junior you taught shattered my Chaos Bell with a god-slaying spear three thousand years ago... I originally thought that someone who could teach such a person must have extraordinary abilities."

"In no mood……"

He shook his head, his tone calm, yet every word was like a knife.

"That's all there is to it."

The powerful onlookers remained completely silent.

On the demon side, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and others wore smug expressions.

The powerful rogue cultivator had a complex expression, showing sympathy, sighs, and even schadenfreude.

The two Western figures, Jieyin and Zhunti, had expressions of distress, but a barely perceptible glint flashed in Zhunti's eyes.

Houtu slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her expression remained calm, but a hint of coldness flashed deep in her eyes.

She gripped the golden dragon scissors tightly, about to speak—

"You dare hurt her?"

A cold, calm voice, seemingly emanating from the deepest depths of the netherworld and carrying a chilling killing intent, rang out without warning in the chaos.