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

Deep within Mount Buzhou, the rosy glow gradually faded.

The innate spiritual root on the cliff, with its vines twining like a dragon, possesses an inner radiance. It sways gently in the wind, exuding a Daoist charm that makes one's heart tremble.

The seven gourds on the vine are of different colors: purple-gold, purple-red, purple-white, purple-blue, purple-yellow, purple-black, and purple-green, corresponding to seven top-grade innate spiritual treasures that are about to mature.

Around the cliff valley, figures moved about, their presence filling the air.

The Three Pure Ones arrived first, standing atop the clouds on the east side.

Lao Tzu stands in the center, his gray robe dusting off his face, his expression serene, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Yuanshi is on the left, wearing a black and yellow Taoist robe, holding a jade ruyi scepter with three treasures, and his expression is reserved.

Tongtian sat on the right, wearing a green robe and carrying a sword, his eyebrows raised in a triumphant air.

"This vine bears seven gourds, three of which are destined to be with my brothers."

Yuanshi spoke, his voice like a jade chime, "Purple gold, purple yellow, and purple black, belong to Kunlun. The rest... you may take them yourselves."

There was silence in the valley.

The clouds in the west parted, and Jieyin and Zhunti arrived riding on golden lotuses.

Jieyin clasped his hands in prayer and said, "Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, the Lingbao is naturally formed, and its destiny is determined by fate. How can its ownership be decided with a single word?"

Zhunti smiled broadly, his gaze sweeping over the seven gourds, lingering particularly on the purple-green gourd: "I believe that purple-green gourd is destined for my Western Paradise. As for the rest, it depends on fate."

"By chance?"

Yuanshi snorted coldly, the jade ruyi gleaming with clear light. "This is Mount Buzhou, formed from the spine of Pangu. We, the Three Pure Ones, are the true lineage of the Father God's primordial spirit. The spiritual treasures here should naturally be our priority. This is the law of Heaven, and also the law of cause and effect."

"What a powerful principle of cause and effect!"

A crimson-gold light pierced through the air as Taiyi and Dijun landed side by side, followed by powerful demons such as Kunpeng, Jimeng, and Yingzhao.

Taiyi gently spun the Chaos Bell in his palm, his cold gaze sweeping over the Three Pure Ones before finally settling on the Purple-White Gourd: "The Purple-White Gourd contains the sharpness to slay immortals, and is in harmony with the Dao of my Chaos Bell. It should belong to the Demon Clan."

He paused, then looked at the purple-green gourd: "The purple-green gourd attracts demons and gathers fortune, which is beneficial to the great cause of the demon race, and should also belong to the demon race."

At the same time, he turned his gaze to Zhunti, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, is this gourd destined for the West? I think it's more destined for the demon race."

Zhunti's smile remained unchanged: "Fellow Daoist Taiyi, matters of destiny cannot be forced."

"Then let's each use our own methods," Taiyi said coldly.

"What a fine example of 'each relying on their own methods'!"

Blood gushed forth, the Styx River surged forth on waves of crimson, Yuan Tu held his twin swords, A Bi, at his sides, his scarlet eyes sweeping over the purplish-red gourd, a greedy glint in them.

"The crimson gourd, capable of scattering souls and slaying gods, perfectly aligns with my path of slaughter. I shall take this."

"Fellow Daoist Styx is quite direct."

Nuwa and Fuxi emerged from the clouds on the south side, their divine power flowing and the Eight Trigrams disc rising and falling.

Nuwa's eyes were clear as she looked at the purple-green gourd and said softly, "This gourd is destined for me; it should be mine."

Fuxi stood beside him, using the Bagua compass to deduce the secrets of heaven, his brows slightly furrowed, and said no more.

"Heh heh, everyone's going to rob us?"

Zhu Rong's booming voice rang out, and twelve powerful figures emerged from the depths of Buzhou Mountain. They were the twelve ancestral witches, led by Di Jiang.

Dijiang stepped into the valley, his gaze sweeping over the gourd vines, his voice like muffled thunder: "This vine grows on Mount Buzhou, and belongs to my Wu tribe. All seven gourds belong to my sister!"

He pointed to Houtu.

Houtu stood beside her brothers, her expression calm. The golden dragon scissors at her waist revealed their hidden sharpness. She frowned slightly upon hearing this, but did not refute it.

"Dijiang, apart from Houtu, none of your Wu clan cultivates the primordial spirit or uses spiritual treasures. What use are so many gourds to you?" Yuanshi said coldly.

"Whether it's useful or not is a matter for our clan." Dijiang grinned, revealing his white teeth. "But if outsiders want to take anything from Butzhou Mountain, they'll have to get past our fists first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve Ancestral Witches' blood and qi erupted, forming a continuous mass, like ten thousand divine mountains collapsing, causing the spiritual energy in the valley to stagnate.

The Three Pure Ones remained expressionless, their pure light shining forth as they withstood the oppressive force.

The demon race, amidst the shifting stars and the gentle chimes of the Chaos Bell, did not yield.

The River Styx and the Sea of ​​Blood churned, and the Yuan Tu Abi roared.

The two Western figures were protected by golden lotuses, and Buddhist light was faintly visible.

Nuwa and Fuxi created the Dao, and the Eight Trigrams plate stabilized the void.

The atmosphere in the valley instantly became tense!

"Fellow Daoists, why argue?"

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun descended from the clouds on the west side. The earth script, with its profound earthly Daoist charm, was accompanied by auspicious and celebratory clouds.

Hongyun smiled gently and smoothed things over, saying, "The spiritual treasure is nearing completion, and its destiny will unfold naturally. At that time, each of us can use our own methods to obtain it. Arguing now will only damage our harmony."

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun has a good heart." Yuanshi glanced at him, his tone indifferent, "I'm afraid some people don't have enough affinity with the Dharma. If they try to defy the heavens to obtain treasures, they will only invite calamity."

His words carried a threat.

Hongyun's smile froze slightly, a hint of darkness flashed in her eyes, and she did not reply.

Zhen Yuanzi frowned slightly, the Earth Book floating in his palm, subtly protecting the red clouds.

The valley returned to silence.

Only the swaying gourd vines, imbued with inner radiance, exude an increasingly rich Taoist charm.

On the surface of the seven gourds, the light flowed faster and faster, and faint Daoist runes appeared and disappeared.

It's almost ready!

All eyes were fixed on the gourd on the vine.

The three auras of purity are connected, and their clear light is emitted and exhaled, locking onto the three gourds of purple-gold, purple-yellow, and purple-black.

The Taiyi Chaos Bell spun gently, its crimson-gold divine flames burning in its eyes as it stared intently at the two gourds, one purple-white and the other purple-green.

Styx's blood-red eyes trembled slightly, and Yuan Tu Abi locked his killing intent onto the purple-red gourd.

Nuwa's creative power flowed and resonated subtly with the purple-green gourd.

The two Western figures turned their golden lotuses around, their gazes wandering over the seven gourds, lingering especially on the purple and green gourds.

The Wu tribe members were filled with a surge of energy. Di Jiang crossed his arms, his face cold and stern, clearly determined to deliver a punch to anyone who dared to make the first move.

Zhen Yuanzi used the Earth Book to protect himself, with red and auspicious clouds swirling around him. The two retreated to the edge, clearly not intending to be the first to compete, but if the opportunity arose, they would not let go.

Time slips away bit by bit.

At noon on the ninth day, the sun was blazing.

The gourd vine suddenly trembled!

boom--!!

Seven dazzling rays of light shot up from the seven gourds and pierced the heavens!

Purple-gold, purple-red, purple-white, purple-blue, purple-yellow, purple-black, purple-green!

Seven colors intertwine, illuminating the heavens; the Daoist essence, like the sea, permeates the four directions.

It's ripe!

Almost at the instant the light surged forth—

"Let's do it!"

Several sharp shouts rang out simultaneously!

The light from the Three Pure Ones surged dramatically, directly engulfing the three gourds of purple-gold, purple-yellow, and purple-black.

The Great Unity Chaos Bell resounded, and crimson-gold light swept towards the two gourds, one purple-white and the other purple-green.

The Styx River surged with bloody waves, and Yuan Tu's sword light slashed towards the crimson gourd.

Nuwa's creative energy, like a ribbon, coiled around the purple-green gourd.

The two Western figures transformed their golden lotuses into palms and grabbed at the purple-green gourd.

The Wu Clan members' blood and qi surged. Di Jiang unleashed a punch, causing space to collapse. He was about to pull the entire gourd vine and all seven gourds into his palm!

Just as the various supernatural powers were about to touch the gourd vine—

A sudden change occurred high in the heavens!

Rumble—!!

Purple clouds stretched for 30,000 miles in the east, golden lotuses appeared out of thin air, the imperial edict of the Great Dao echoed silently, and the vast heavenly might descended like a galaxy, enveloping the entire Buzhou Mountain!

All supernatural powers, magical abilities, and vital energy were solidified, annihilated, and dissipated under the might of Heaven!