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

The valley was deathly silent.

Yuan Shi's face turned ashen.

He knew all too well that if that god-slaying spear that had once shattered the Chaos Bell were to truly strike him... in his current state, he would have absolutely no chance of survival!

It should be noted that although Taiyi's cultivation level is not as high as his, his defense is definitely superior thanks to the Chaos Bell.

Even so, he was severely injured by Meng Chuan's punch.

If Meng Chuan were to wield the God-Slaying Spear, how terrifying would its sharpness be?

This thought was cold and clear, gnawing at his last shred of dignity like a venomous snake, and further eroding his instinct for survival.

While the face of the true Pangu lineage is important, what use is face if one loses one's life?

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood and humiliation within him, and glanced at Laozi out of the corner of his eye, secretly transmitting his voice: "Elder brother...give me a way out."

The voice was extremely hoarse.

Laozi's eyes flickered slightly, and he finally sighed inwardly. He looked at Yuanshi and slowly said, "Second brother, step down. Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan's emergence from seclusion has overwhelmed the entire audience, which shows that these six gourds are more destined for him."

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi's spirits lifted. He looked at Meng Chuan, his voice cold and hard, but no longer as aggressive as before: "Since you've spoken, elder brother, I'll give you this gourd. Otherwise, I'll definitely test the sharpness of your God-Slaying Spear!"

He spoke with great bravado, but everyone could hear the underlying weakness beneath his tough exterior.

Meng Chuan looked at Yuan Shi and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, carrying an undisguised sarcasm and indifference.

He couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge the other person, as if even glancing at them was a waste of time.

He slowly holstered his gun.

The God-Slaying Spear transformed into a dark red stream of light and disappeared into the space between the eyebrows.

The terrifying killing intent and force field that had locked onto the Primordial One also dissipated.

Yuan Shi felt a sense of relief. His back was already soaked with cold sweat, but he forced a cold and arrogant expression on his face, snorted, and turned his face away.

Meng Chuan ignored him and turned his gaze to Tongtian.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian."

He spoke, his voice calm, a stark contrast to his earlier tone, "You are my friend. Of these six gourds, I'll give you one; you can choose whichever you like."

Tongtian was taken aback, clearly not expecting Meng Chuan to do this.

He glanced at Meng Chuan, then at his two elder brothers, especially Yuan Shi's unpleasant expression, and grinned, his eyes flashing with emotion and openness.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, you're truly a friend!"

He waved his hand without hesitation, pointing directly at the floating purple-gold gourd, "I want this gourd! It contains profound secrets of alchemy, which align with my elder brother's path. It's a perfect gift for him to help him refine elixirs and comprehend the Dao!"

Having said that, he reached out and beckoned. The purple-gold gourd transformed into a stream of light and fell into his palm, trembling slightly before being calmed by his profound and pure immortal light.

Tongtian turned around and handed the gourd to Laozi.

"Elder brother, here you go!"

Laozi looked at the purple-gold gourd before him, then at Tongtian's open and honest smiling face. After a moment of silence, he finally reached out and took it, nodding slightly to Meng Chuan: "Thank you, fellow Daoist."

Meng Chuan waved his hand: "No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank your third brother. This is a gift from me to him."

He was not surprised at all by Tongtian's choice.

Tongtian was loyal and devoted to his brother, showing him complete devotion.

That is precisely why his later fate is all the more regrettable.

After seeing off the Purple Gold Gourd, Meng Chuan looked at Hou Tu beside him.

Eyes facing each other.

He reached out, took the gourd that was entirely purplish-black and contained chaotic energy, and handed it to her.

"This gourd contains primordial chaos, the origin of all things. By using it to comprehend the evolution of chaos, you may gain a deeper understanding of the laws of earth. Furthermore..."

He paused, then lowered his voice slightly, "This gourd has excellent defense and can protect you completely."

Houtu gazed at the purplish-black gourd before her, then looked up at Meng Chuan's calm eyes, a slight stirring in her heart.

She knew he was telling the truth, and she understood the concern behind his gift of the gourd.

After a moment of silence, she reached out and took it.

The gourd felt warm and smooth to the touch, with a chaotic aura flowing through it. It was similar to the fragment of the Chaos Pearl she had given to the other party before, giving her a vague understanding of the connection between chaos and the earth.

"...Thank you." She said softly, putting the gourd away.

Meng Chuan shook his head and turned his gaze to Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi on the other side.

Hongyun was pale and weak. The attack by Kunpeng had seriously injured him, but his eyes were full of gratitude and joy.

With the Earth Book protecting his body, and the Daoist charm of Wu Earth deep and serene, Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and smiled as he saw Meng Chuan looking over, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun."

Meng Chuan took the purplish-red gourd, which was as red as jade and contained the faint image of a soul wailing—that is, the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Red Gourd that Hong Yun obtained in the original trajectory—and handed it to him.

"This gourd is most suitable for you; I give it to you for self-defense. The primordial world is treacherous; having an extra magical treasure means having an extra chance of survival."

Hongyun was stunned. He stared at the purplish-red gourd that exuded an alluring Daoist charm yet also made his heart tremble. He dared not take it for a moment.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, this item is far too precious, this humble Daoist..."

"Take it." Meng Chuan interrupted, his tone calm but unquestionable. "If you consider me a friend, you don't need to refuse."

Hongyun opened her mouth, looked at Meng Chuan's calm and firm gaze, and then at Zhen Yuanzi's encouraging eyes beside her. Finally, she nodded heavily and accepted the gift with both hands.

"Fellow Daoist's generous gift, Hongyun...will be forever grateful!"

As soon as he got his hands on the gourd, a purplish-red light flowed around it, subtly blending with the auspicious clouds surrounding him. The soul-dispersing power that used to make one tremble with fear also became much gentler.

Meng Chuan nodded, then took the purple-yellow gourd—the Water-Fire Gourd—and handed it to Zhen Yuanzi.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, this gourd contains a water and fire Qilin. Although it does not originate from the same source as your Earth Dao, the five elements generate and restrain each other, and the water and fire clash, which may nourish the earth and benefit your Dao. Moreover, this gourd combines offense and defense, and its wonderful uses are endless."

Zhen Yuanzi accepted the gift without hesitation, cupping his hands in gratitude and saying, "I am deeply grateful for your kindness, fellow Daoist. Wuzhuang Temple will forever remember this favor."

Four of the six gourds were divided up in an instant.

Laozi obtained purple gold, Houtu obtained purple black, Hongyun obtained purple red, and Zhenyuanzi obtained purple yellow.

Jieyin and Zhunti watched with twitching eyelids, and seeing that the gourds were dwindling, they finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan!"

Jieyin stepped forward, his face contorted with even greater anguish, his voice filled with compassion and earnestness, "The West is barren, and spiritual treasures are scarce. These two gourds in your possession, fellow Daoist, are destined for the West, could you perhaps...?"

"No." Meng Chuan interrupted without even looking at them, his voice calm but resolute, "These two gourds have no connection with the West."

Zhunti's smile froze, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. He forced a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken. Fate is determined by Heaven; how can it be decided by your words alone? We in the West..."

"So noisy!"

Meng Chuan raised his eyes, his gaze as cold as ice.

An invisible force field suddenly pressed down, silencing Zhunti from saying anything more.

Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions changed, the golden lotus beneath their feet flickered, barely resisting the force field. They dared not say another word, their eyes almost overflowing with resentment and unwillingness.

Meng Chuan ignored him and looked down at the two gourds in his hand.

The purple and white gourd, with its sharp edge that can slay immortals, was originally obtained by Taiyi and later passed on to Lu Ya. During the Investiture of the Gods period, the phrase "Please turn around, treasure" became famous throughout the world.

The purple-green gourd, with the power to summon demons, was originally a creation of Nuwa. Shaking it can summon all the demons in the world.

Both of these items are crucial treasures for the future of the demon race.

Having forged a deep bond with Houtu and the Wu tribe, he naturally did not want them to fall into the hands of the demon tribe, thus bolstering the enemy's power.

Keep it for yourself; even if you don't need it, it's better to bring it back to Earth as a treasure than to give it to the enemy.

"These two gourds belong to me, Meng Chuan!"

He flipped his hand and put away the two gourds, his voice echoing across the surrounding area, "Anyone who disagrees is welcome to come and take them!"