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

Within the Purple Cloud Palace, the Daoist aura was as vast as the sea.

Three thousand guests held their breath and gazed at the high platform.

The stage was empty, with only the invisible Daoist energy flowing through it, as vast as the sky and as deep as the abyss.

At one moment, a subtle Daoist aura rippled through the air.

A blurry figure appeared silently on the high platform.

Its appearance and form were unseen; only a primordial aura, encompassing all things and transcending all paths, permeated the entire area.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun arrived quietly!

"This time, after three thousand years, we will discuss the path of the Quasi-Sages..."

The sound was calm, like water dripping on a stone, yet it clearly penetrated the depths of every living being's heart.

"Above the Great Luo is the Quasi-Saint. A Quasi-Saint has already glimpsed the path of Hunyuan and can be called a half-step Hunyuan."

"To become a Quasi-Saint, one must understand one's own obsessions and sever the Three Corpses. The Three Corpses are the Good Corpse, the Evil Corpse, and the Obsession Corpse. Only when the Three Corpses are completely eradicated and the Dao Heart is clear can the Three Corpses be united, allowing one to attempt to break through to the Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, which is also the realm of a Saint..."

"To sever a corpse, one must rely on an innate spiritual treasure. The higher the grade of the spiritual treasure, the stronger the corpse will be, and the more solid its foundation will be in the future."

"This time, I will first explain the method of slaying the benevolent corpse..."

The Dao Ancestor's voice was neither hurried nor slow, each word like the imperial pronouncement of the Great Dao, expounding the profound mysteries of the Quasi-Saints.

The palace was silent, with only the sound of Taoist chanting echoing through the air.

Some people suddenly realized, some frowned, some scratched their heads, and some were completely absorbed.

Meng Chuan's mind sank into the sound of the Dao.

The method of severing the three corpses is indeed profound. By severing the three corpses, one's Dao heart becomes clear and one comes closer to the Heavenly Dao, thus one's cultivation can greatly advance, and one can step into the Quasi-Saint realm.

But... this is not his path.

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique is a method of proving the Dao through force.

Do not sever the three corpses, do not cultivate merit, only cultivate yourself, break through all laws with one force, and prove the primordial state with one force!

The Daoist Master's teachings on the way of severing the corpse can be used as a reference and verification, but cannot be copied verbatim.

He needs to walk his own path.

Beside her, Houtu also closed her eyes and listened quietly.

She is the ancestral witch of the earth, cultivating the way of the earth, possessing great virtue and bearing all things. She also follows the path of proving the way through the laws, which conflicts with the way of severing the three corpses.

Like Meng Chuan, the method of dismembering corpses was useless to her; it could only be used as a reference, not copied exactly.

The laws that prove the Way also have their own distinctions. Meng Chuan followed the law of force, while Hou Tu followed the law of earth.

Time flowed slowly within the sound of the Dao.

The first hundred years.

Lao Tzu opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright.

He rose and bowed to the platform.

"Please, Dao Ancestor, bear witness."

A ray of clear light flew out from between his brows, landed on his head, and transformed into a phantom that was identical to him, but with a kind face and auspicious aura.

Good corpse!

Laozi flipped his hand and took out a black tortoise shell—a top-grade innate spiritual treasure that he had nurtured for many years, containing the Daoist principles of Yin and Yang.

"cut!"

As the word was uttered, the phantom of the benevolent corpse merged with the black tortoise shell, eventually solidifying completely and transforming into an old man dressed in a yin-yang Taoist robe, holding a tortoise shell. He bowed to Laozi and turned into a clear light that entered his brow.

Laozi's aura surged dramatically, his Daoist principles became perfectly integrated and sublimated, and a vast pressure surpassing even the Great Luo realm naturally emanated from him.

From then on, he became the first among the three thousand guests of Zixiao to attain the half-step Hunyuan realm.

Quasi-Saint stage, achieved!

"Fellow Daoist Laozi, you actually took the lead in severing your own corpse!"

"Truly worthy of being the true descendant of Pangu, the head of the Three Pure Ones!"

……

Amidst whispers of amazement, Lao Tzu slowly sat down, his aura deep and profound.

The third century.

The starlight around Di Jun suddenly shone brightly, and the Hetu and Luoshu appeared from the top of his head, evolving the movement of the stars in the heavens.

His aura rose steadily, breaking through the bottleneck of the late-stage Great Luo realm and officially stepping into the peak of the Great Luo realm.

Starlight, like a waterfall, enveloped him, making him appear even more majestic.

The fifth hundred years.

Houtu's body was enveloped in a mysterious and ethereal Daoist aura, which resonated subtly with the ground beneath her feet, resonating with the ground of the Zixiao Palace.

She opened her eyes, and the illusory images of the earth and mountains flashed by in her vision. Her aura was deep and heavy, like a mountain, and she officially stepped into the peak of the Great Luo realm.

She looked at Meng Chuan beside her, and Meng Chuan also looked at her.

Their eyes met, and they both saw calmness and determination in each other's eyes.

The 900th anniversary.

Behind Nuwa, a divine phantom with a human body and a snake tail solidified, its aura of creation as rich as water, transforming into auspicious clouds that enveloped her head.

Her aura reached its peak and she ascended to the highest level of the Great Luo realm.

The 1100th year.

Zhen Yuanzi held the Earth Book in his hand. The Daoist aura of the Earth element was as heavy as a mountain. The illusory images of the earth veins in the book flowed, and the aura was perfect. He stepped into the peak of the Great Luo realm.

The 1200th century.

Hongyun was surrounded by auspicious clouds that transformed into celebratory clouds. His smile was honest and his eyes were clear. He then broke through to the peak of the Great Luo realm.

The two looked at each other, both showing joy.

The 1400th anniversary.

Yuanshi rose and bowed to the high platform.

"Please, Dao Ancestor, bear witness."

A beam of celestial light shone from between his brows, and a phantom figure, resembling him but with a dignified face and icy eyes, appeared.

Evil Corpse!

Yuanshi flipped his hand and took out the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi.

"cut!"

The illusory image of the evil corpse merged with the Ruyi, solidified, and transformed into a Taoist priest dressed in a dark yellow robe with a cold and stern face. He bowed to Yuanshi and disappeared into the space between Yuanshi's eyebrows.

The primordial energy surged, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light transformed into auspicious clouds and golden lamps, illuminating the void.

Quasi-Saint stage, achieved!

As he sat down, his gaze swept over Meng Chuan, a hint of barely perceptible arrogance flashing in his eyes.

The 1500th anniversary.

Tongtian laughed and stood up.

"Dao Ancestor, even your disciple shall be executed!"

A sword aura shot up from between his brows, and a phantom figure appeared, resembling him but with a spirited and fierce demeanor.

Obsessive Corpse!

Tongtian raised his hand, and the Qingping Sword flew out.

"cut!"

The obsessive corpse merged with the sword, solidified, and transformed into a Taoist priest in a green robe carrying a sword, his sharpness fully revealed. He grinned at Tongtian and disappeared into his brow.

His aura surged, three sword flowers bloomed above his head, and sword energy soared into the sky, stirring up the Daoist principles.

Quasi-Saint stage, achieved!

The 1800th century.

Both Jieyin and Zhunti reached the peak of the Great Luo realm.

The two were connected by their breaths, with golden lotuses blooming beneath their feet, yet their faces remained filled with suffering.

The 2100th year.

The Fuxi Bagua Plate evolved the secrets of heaven, its energy harmonious and unified. Following Nuwa, it also broke through to the peak of the Great Luo realm.

The 2400th century.

The Kunpeng's aura rose obscurely, reaching the peak of the Great Luo realm.

He sat at the edge of the demon camp, his cold gaze sweeping over the red clouds, then glancing warily at Meng Chuan before closing his eyes and remaining silent.

The 2600th century.

Taiyi opened his eyes.

The wound on his chest inflicted by the God-Slaying Spear had been entangled with the principles of slaughter, hindering its healing.

At this moment, under the influence of the Dao Ancestor's profound teachings, that wisp of the Dao of Slaughter was slowly refined and absorbed!

Destruction precedes construction!

Taiyi roared and rose, the Chaos Bell flew out from the top of his head, and the sound of the bell echoed.

A bright crimson-gold light shone from between his brows, and a phantom figure, resembling him in appearance but brimming with fighting spirit and burning eyes, appeared.

Evil Corpse!

"cut!"

The illusory image of the evil corpse merged with the Chaos Bell—not as a vessel, but as a guide drawn by the bell's primordial aura, condensing into an illusory image of a figure in crimson-gold armor holding a small bell, which then entered the space between its brows.

In an instant, Taiyi's aura surged wildly!

His chest wound had completely healed, and crimson-gold divine fire burned fiercely around him. The Chaos Bell responded with a soft chime, and the power he exerted far surpassed that of an ordinary quasi-saint!

Quasi-Saint stage, achieved!

Taiyi opened his eyes, his gaze as bright as two suns, coldly sweeping towards Meng Chuan's location.

The murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised.

Congratulations, Second Brother!

Emperor Jun was overjoyed and clapped his hands in laughter.

The morale of the demon race was greatly boosted!