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

Congratulations, Brother Mengchuan!

Eleven ancestral witches, including Zhu Jiuyin, Gonggong, Qiangliang, and Xuanming, also spoke, their eyes filled with sincere praise and affection.

Dijiang grabbed Meng Chuan's shoulder tightly and growled, "Brother Meng Chuan, let's join forces today and drive these thieving bastards out! If you ask me, those remaining six gourds, being born on our Wu Clan's territory, should belong to you and Houtu!"

Meng Chuan returned the greeting with clasped hands to each of the Ancestral Witches: "I was able to attain the half-step Hunyuan realm this time entirely thanks to the assistance of the essence and blood of all of you Ancestral Witches. I will remember this kindness in my heart."

"We're all family, no need for formalities!"

Dijiang and the other ancestral witches waved their hands and laughed.

Meanwhile, on the Sanqing side, Tongtian, unable to contain himself any longer, stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "Fellow Daoist Mengchuan, congratulations on breaking through! When I recover to my full strength, I will definitely fight you with all my might to see whether my Qingping Sword is sharper or your Dao of Power is stronger!"

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, I am ready to serve you at any time."

Meng Chuan nodded to Tongtian. He had always admired this straightforward and pure-hearted fellow Daoist.

Then, he looked at the six gourds with a hint of doubt.

In my memory, after the second lecture at Zixiao Palace, the gourd vine was born and was supposed to bear seven gourds.

There were only six here, and one has already been taken?

He glanced at Dijiang, then used telepathy to ask the question that had been bothering him, and quickly received an answer.

It was actually taken away by Hongjun.

"It seems that this is the Heavenly Emperor Gourd in the hands of Hongjun's gatekeeper and the future Heavenly Emperor Haotian."

Meng Chuan thought to himself.

Finally, his gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the barefoot figure in hemp clothing, standing quietly in place.

Houtu also looked at him.

Eyes facing each other.

The battlefield was noisy, and all the gazes seemed to have drifted away at that moment.

Only the wind from Mount Buzhou brushed against the stray hairs on her forehead and the hem of his blue robe.

It felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like an eternity.

"You've emerged from quarantine?"

She asked softly, her voice calm, yet seemingly a little gentler than usual.

"Um."

Meng Chuan responded, his gaze lingering slightly on her.

The trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his paler complexion, the dim gleam of the golden dragon scissors at his waist, and the barely concealed suppressive aura of the Chaos Bell within his aura...

The injury wasn't serious, but it was definitely an injury.

Injured by the Chaos Bell!

The calm on Meng Chuan's face slowly faded.

In an instant, a chilling coldness, like an undercurrent beneath a polar glacier, silently spread from the depths of his eyes.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield before finally settling on the figure in crimson-gold armor, wielding the Chaos Bell, with a somber expression.

Demon race, Taiyi!

"Taiyi."

Meng Chuan spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

It was bland, yet carried a chilling indifference.

"This time, you won't be able to take even a single gourd with you..."

He paused, then his voice suddenly turned sharp, almost emphasizing each word:

"I said it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from his spot.

It's not about traversing space, it's pure speed!

It was incredibly fast, incredibly heavy!

Wherever it passed, the void was torn apart by pure power, leaving a straight, pitch-black crack that could not be healed for a long time.

His target was the purple-white gourd that was suspended in mid-air and was being subtly drawn by the Taiyi Qi – the Immortal-Slaying Gourd!

"You dare!"

Taiyi's expression changed drastically. He let out a fierce shout, and the Chaos Bell resounded loudly. Billions of chaotic streams of energy fell down, forming a thick barrier in front of him. At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the gourd.

however--

Meng Chuan didn't even use the God-Slaying Spear.

He simply raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and punched the chaotic barrier.

The fist was thrown, but silently.

Only when the fist passed through did the space shatter and annihilate like thin paper, revealing the chaotic void behind it.

The Great Way of Power encompasses all things and can also destroy all laws!

This punch embodied all his cultivation from proving the Dao through force and entering the Quasi-Saint realm, as well as his understanding of the laws formed from the essence and blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and even more so, the icy rage in his heart.

Bang--!!

The barrier of chaos failed to hold it back for even a moment, bursting open like a bubble!

The force of the punch remained undiminished, striking the Chaos Bell that Taiyi had hastily erected.

clang---!!!

An unprecedentedly terrifying bell tolled suddenly!

This time, it was no longer the vast Dao sound that suppressed all things and established the order of the universe, but rather a painful wail as if a bell had been struck by a brute force!

The bell trembled violently, and the Dao patterns on its surface flickered wildly, showing signs of disintegration.

"puff--!!"

Taiyi was struck head-on by an ancient divine mountain. He was sent flying backward like a meteor, his chest caved in, and the sound of his bones cracking was as dense as popping beans. A mouthful of crimson blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs gushed out!

The Chaos Bell flew out of his hand, its mournful sound fading as its light dimmed.

His body crashed violently into the valley below as he flew backwards.

Rumble, rumble—!!

The earth shook and mountains trembled, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky!

The entire area surrounding Buzhou Mountain seemed to tremble violently from the impact.

A terrifying, bottomless crater, over a thousand feet in diameter, appeared in the center of the valley, its cracked edges stretching for hundreds of miles.

Even worse off were several rogue cultivators, including Great Luo Golden Immortals, who were watching nearby and had no time to dodge. They were grazed by Taiyi's flying body and exploded into several clouds of blood mist before they could even scream, their bodies and souls destroyed.

The entire room fell silent!

You could hear a pin drop!

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, revealing the bottom of the deep pit.

Taiyi lay at the bottom of the pit, his armor shattered, his flesh mangled, and a fist-shaped mark running through his chest, revealing his pale gold bones and internal organs.

His aura was extremely weak, with only his pair of crimson-gold eyes fixed on the sky, filled with endless humiliation, resentment, and indescribable horror.

One punch...

Just one punch!

The opponent didn't even use that infamous God-Slaying Spear.

He then severely injured Houtu, who was at his peak and could fight her to a standstill, and who could overpower ordinary mid-stage Quasi-Saints with the Chaos Bell, and blasted him into the ground.

This is... a quasi-saint who proves the Dao through force?

Is this the absolute dominance of the Great Way of Power?

All the powerful beings present, whether they were the Three Pure Ones, the two Western beings, Styx, Nuwa and Fuxi, or the demon race, or even Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun on the periphery, all had their expressions change drastically or their minds shaken.

Some of the weaker Grand Luo cultivators were so frightened that their legs went weak and they almost collapsed to the ground.

"Meng Chuan... I am exhausted... Your victory was dishonorable!"

From the deep pit, Taiyi's hoarse voice came out, filled with resentment and a forced attempt to maintain his dignity.

He knew, of course, that this argument was untenable.

Both sides had suffered heavy losses in the previous battle with Houtu, so Meng Chuan's move at this moment did indeed seem like an attempt to take advantage of the situation.

However, Meng Chuan did not use the God-Slaying Spear.

He knew very well that even in his prime, wielding the Chaos Bell, he would be no match for Meng Chuan at this moment, and the God-Slaying Spear in his hand.

The law of force is far superior to the law of earth!

The God-Slaying Spear is far superior to the Golden Dragon Scissors!

The opponent and Houtu are both at the early stage of Quasi-Sainthood who have attained enlightenment through the laws. If Houtu can fight him to a draw, it will be no difficult for Meng Chuan to defeat him.

This realization chilled him to the bone, yet he had no choice but to put on a brave face.