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

Di Jun's expression darkened. He stepped forward, and the illusory images of the Hetu and Luoshu appeared, with the stars of the heavens revolving, barely resisting the pressure.

His eyes showed apprehension, and he said in a deep voice, "Dijiang, this is in front of Zixiao Palace, the place where the Dao Ancestor preached. Do you intend to make a move here?"

"So what if it's the place where the Dao Ancestor preached!" Zhu Rong roared, his flames scorching the sky.

"If you don't give us an explanation today, don't blame us for annihilating your demon race!"

Black water surged beneath Gonggong's feet: "Hand over Taiyi!"

The air was thick with murderous intent, ready to erupt at any moment.

The atmosphere in front of the palace gates suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

The powerful beings all retreated, and the Three Pure Ones, the two Western beings, Zhen Yuanzi, and others also watched intently.

Di Jun's face was grim. He glanced at Taiyi, who was healing beside him, and then looked at the eleven Ancestral Witches opposite him, whose murderous aura soared to the sky. He knew that if things were not handled properly today, blood would surely spill at the palace gates.

But handing over Taiyi is absolutely impossible.

Just then—

"Eldest brother, fellow brothers."

Houtu took a step forward and stood between the two sides.

This place is the Daoist ancestral temple. If we truly anger that person, the situation may be difficult to resolve.

She looked at Dijiang and the others, and gently shook her head: "I'm fine. It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

"Sister!" Zhu Rong exclaimed urgently, "That bastard..."

"Taiyi is more seriously injured than me," Houtu interrupted, her gaze falling on Taiyi.

Taiyi opened his eyes and met her gaze, his face turning even paler.

"Although I am injured, Taiyi was severely wounded by his spear, and his Dao foundation was damaged. He is ten times more seriously injured than I am. It is still unknown how much of what I preach will he be able to understand."

She did not mention Meng Chuan's name, but referred to him as "he".

But among everyone present, who didn't know who "he" was?

Countless gazes turned to Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan remained calm, took a step forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Hou Tu.

The ancestral witches, including Dijiang, looked at him with a mixture of realization and scrutiny, which then turned into approval.

"good!"

Dijiang nodded slowly, his voice like muffled thunder.

"We have heard that you severely injured Taiyi with a single spear thrust amidst the chaos, avenging my sister. The Witch Clan will remember this act."

He turned to Di Jun and said coldly, "This time, out of consideration for Hou Tu and Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, we will let it go for now. But if there is a next time... the entire Wu Clan will fight the Demon Clan to the death!"

Di Jun's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "The tyranny of the Witch Clan is known throughout the primordial world. My Demon Clan will remember what happened today."

"Write it down then!" Zhu Rong scoffed.

Dijiang waved his hand, looked at Meng Chuan, and said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, after the second lecture at Zixiao Palace, I will personally come to fetch you and Houtu back to the Wu Clan. The Wu Clan will surely repay you handsomely!"

Having said that, he didn't linger any longer, gave Houtu a slight nod, and turned to leave.

The other ten Ancestral Witches followed closely behind, transforming into ten long rainbows of blood and qi that tore through the chaos and disappeared.

It came suddenly and left just as quickly!

The palace gates returned to calm, but the oppressive undercurrents were becoming increasingly clear.

Countless eyes fell on Meng Chuan, filled with scrutiny, apprehension, solemnity, and calculation...

He severely injured Taiyi with a single shot, forced Dijun to retreat, and possessed overwhelming combat power!

Given his relationship with Houtu, he will surely help the Wu tribe.

The Witch Clan has greatly increased its strength!

Meng Chuan could feel the weight of those gazes, but he remained calm and simply turned his head to look at the person beside him.

Houtu also looked at him, her gaze calm, but deep within it was a very faint, almost imperceptible gentleness that vanished in an instant.

As time went by, the three thousand guests gradually gathered, and the lowest level of cultivation was Taiyi Golden Immortal.

This time, unlike before when most attention was focused on the Three Pure Ones... more people were scrutinizing Meng Chuan!

This innate Dao body was previously unknown.

After the lecture, thanks to the protection of the ancestral witch Houtu, his name spread throughout the primordial world, but most people only regarded him as a vassal of the witch clan...

It wasn't until more than three thousand years ago, when he fought to a draw with Taiyi, who was in the same realm and wielded the Chaos Bell, using the God-Slaying Spear, that everyone realized how extraordinary and terrifying he was!

A few days ago, he used the complete God-Slaying Spear, along with fragments of the Chaos Treasure, to severely injure Taiyi!

Despite the various gazes sweeping from all directions, Meng Chuan remained unmoved. He had long since grown accustomed to waiting before the palace.

Kunpeng also rushed over from the Northern Sea.

This future demon master originally intended to join the camp of Di Jun and Tai Yi, but upon hearing on the way that Meng Chuan had seriously injured Tai Yi, he hesitated.

Upon seeing Meng Chuan and Hong Yun's familiarity in front of the palace gates, his face immediately darkened, which only strengthened his resolve to join the demon race and take Di Jun Tai Yi as his supreme ruler!

Meng Chuan also saw Kunpeng. When the lecture ended years ago, Kunpeng was still half a step away from the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm. He never expected that Kunpeng would break through two realms and enter the late-stage of the Great Luo realm!

The speed of a Kunpeng in the late stage of the Great Luo realm is absolutely unmatched among its peers. Even now, he has no confidence in catching up with it.

Of course, he was not afraid.

Upon seeing the Kunpeng, Meng Chuan couldn't help but realize that he was not a person from this primordial world.

He comes from Earth, and when the time comes, he will be forcibly teleported away!

"I wonder... how much longer I can stay in this primordial world..."

"Hopefully, I can stay until the end of the three lectures..."

"At that time, I will help Hongyun change her fate and form a karmic bond... Given Zhen Yuanzi's friendship with her, and considering that I also have some dealings with Zhen Yuanzi now, borrowing the Earth Book should not be difficult."

"Once the Book of Earth is in hand, it can help her... establish a complete underground passage and achieve the status of a Primordial Saint of the Underground Passage!"

At some point, Meng Chuan looked at the girl beside him, his gaze gentle, yet carrying a hint of... faint reluctance.

In the blink of an eye, several more days have passed.

"The palace gates are about to open."

The girl beside him spoke softly.

Meng Chuan followed her gaze.

The two ancient palace gates were slowly opening inwards.

A mystical aura filled the air, and the Taoist spirit flowed through the air.

The two Daoist boys, Haotian and Yaochi, walked out side by side and stood by the door.

"The palace gates are open. Please come inside to hear the teachings."

The three thousand guests did not hesitate and entered in turn.

The Three Pure Ones took the lead and were the first to enter.

Nuwa, Fuxi, Dijun, Taiyi, Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, Styx, Kunpeng, Jieyin, Zhunti, and others followed closely behind.

Meng Chuan and Hou Tu exchanged a glance, walked side by side, and entered the palace gate.

The moment you pass through the palace gate, a vast and profound Daoist aura washes over you.

It was still that same training ground, the ground neither gold nor jade, with the starry sky above.

However, the three thousand guests present this time possessed a far stronger aura than during the previous lecture.

At the very front, the six prayer cushions remained unchanged, with Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti each seated.

Behind them, the powerful figures took their places in turn.

Meng Chuan and Hou Tu found a spot near the front and sat down side by side.

Although the eleven ancestral witches have departed, the might of the witch clan and the strength of Mengchuan have been deeply etched into the hearts of every living being.

Meng Chuan slowly exhaled, composed himself, and looked up at the high platform.

The stage was empty; the Dao Ancestor had not yet appeared.

But that primordial Daoist aura that transcends all things has permeated the entire area, inspiring awe and calming the mind of all beings.

The second lecture at Zixiao Palace is about to begin.

What I am about to say is the way of the quasi-sage.

The Gate of Primordial Chaos has slowly opened.

Meng Chuan could feel that Hou Tu's aura beside him had also calmed down, and her gaze was fixed on the high platform, focused and concentrating.

He stopped thinking about it and focused all his attention on perceiving the Daoist rhythm.