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

Buzhou Mountain is the ancestral home of the Wu tribe.

Inside the Pangu Palace, Meng Chuan returned and briefly recounted the events of the Blood Sea.

"The Styx River has sworn to complete the formation within a thousand years."

The ancestral witches breathed a sigh of relief.

With the Styx's cooperation, many troubles are saved.

"Houtu," Meng Chuan looked at her, "how is the refining of the purple-black gourd and the Nine Heavens Breath Soil going?"

"It has been initially refined." A purplish-black gourd appeared in Houtu's palm, with chaotic energy flowing around it. "I have gained a deep understanding of 'bearing' and 'evolution'. The Breath Soil has also been integrated, and the essence of the earth has increased by thirty percent."

Meng Chuan nodded: "Over the next thousand years, you will need to completely refine both of them and bring your condition to its peak."

"A thousand years later, the embryonic form of reincarnation will evolve into the sea of ​​blood, laying the foundation. The movements must be subtle, so as not to attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun."

"I understand," Houtu nodded solemnly.

"I will also go into seclusion for the next thousand years."

Meng Chuan looked at Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin, "Please, you two Ancestral Witches, use the laws of space and time, along with the fragments of the Chaos Pearl, to distort and conceal the heavenly secrets surrounding the ancestral land. Before the nascent form of reincarnation is established, we must not allow the Heavenly Dao to detect anything amiss."

"Don't worry!" Di Jiang grinned, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Anyone spying, I'll tear them to pieces!"

Zhu Jiuyin nodded slowly, and a pale golden flame ignited in his Eyes of Time—burning the source and confusing the secrets of heaven.

Meng Chuan said no more and entered the quiet room.

With the God-Slaying Spear across his knees and fragments of the Chaos Pearl hovering above him, he began to adjust his state, thoroughly integrating the Great Dao of Power, the insights gained from the blood essence of the Ancestral Witch, and the Dao of Chaos, pushing himself towards the perfect early stage of Quasi-Saint.

……

In the primordial era, years were not recorded.

A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The earth was at peace.

At Kunlun Mountain, Laozi opened his eyes occasionally and deduced the secrets of heaven, only to find that the direction of Buzhou Mountain was shrouded in mist and difficult to discern.

He frowned slightly, but did not delve into it—the blood and qi of the witch clan were inherently disruptive to the natural order, so it was not unusual.

On the Western Vulture Peak, Jieyin and Zhunti devoted themselves to cultivation.

Taiyi is in seclusion to heal his injuries on the Sun Star, while Dijun is deduceing the Zhou Tian Star Battle Formation.

At the edge of the Blood Sea, the Styx River mobilized billions of Blood God Children to secretly set up an array.

The array patterns were hidden deep beneath the sea of ​​blood, their crimson light restrained and not leaking out in the slightest.

The millennium is almost over.

Deep within Buzhou Mountain, Meng Chuan and Hou Tu emerged from the pass at the same time.

Meng Chuan's aura was deep and profound, having reached the peak of the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

Houtu's body was filled with the flow of Xuanhuang Daoist energy, and her skin revealed the luster of the Breath of Earth. The laws of earth were also perfected, and her understanding of "bearing" and "evolution" touched the essence.

"It's time," Meng Chuan said softly.

"Yes." Houtu nodded.

The two stepped out of the Pangu Palace side by side.

Outside the hall, eleven ancestral witches, their blood and qi connected, formed a battle formation. Their killing intent was contained, yet their power was as heavy as a mountain.

"Walk."

Meng Chuan used his Qiankun Ruler to cleave through the void, carrying Houtu as he stepped inside. The ancestral witches, including Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, followed closely behind.

A dozen or so figures silently disappeared into the void and headed towards the sea of ​​blood.

Halfway there, Zhu Jiuyin's Eye of Time ignited, its pale golden flames spreading and erasing the group's traces into the river of time.

Dijiang tore through space, creating layers of void folds.

Meng Chuan summoned a fragment of the Chaos Pearl, and the aura of chaos descended, enveloping everyone.

Triple isolation—time, space, and chaos.

Even a sage would find it difficult to detect without careful investigation.

On the edge of a sea of ​​blood.

The River Styx was already waiting.

Upon seeing the crowd arrive, he hurriedly went to greet them.

"The formation is complete," he whispered, pointing to the area below the sea of ​​blood.

Deep within, crimson array patterns flowed, connecting the netherworld, guiding the souls of the dead, and differentiating between good and evil, yet their radiance was contained and did not leak outwards.

"Not bad." Meng Chuan nodded and looked at Houtu.

Houtu stepped forward and stood in the center of the formation.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

His body was enveloped in a mystical aura of the Dao, the purple-black gourd at his waist emitted a faint aura of chaos, the Nine Heavens Breath Soil in his palm shone with a mysterious light, and the ancestral earth essence within his body slowly burned, transforming into pure earth mother energy.

The three elements merged, evolving behind her into an extremely blurry, seemingly ephemeral, earthen membrane—not a complete manifestation, but merely a rudimentary framework.

Her hands formed a mudra, her voice low and resonant, echoing only in this isolated area:

"The tunnel is incomplete; we are now establishing its prototype."

"With the virtue of our land, we bear the cycle of reincarnation."

"Based on my origins, we evolve the framework."

"The Great Way is the mirror, the Earthly Way... is opened."

The last sentence was as soft as a whisper.

Om-! !

The blurry, illusory image of the earth's membrane trembled slightly, as if it had subtly resonated with a certain rule deep within the primordial earth.

But the movement was minimal, like a pebble dropped into the sea, causing only a ripple before being concealed by the triple barrier.

At the same time, the guiding and diverting array set up by the Styx River quietly began to operate.

In the sea of ​​blood, some ordinary, confused souls were drawn by an invisible force into the formation, then silently dispersed into the depths of the underworld—they did not enter the cycle of reincarnation, but merely tested the path and laid out their trajectory.

The whole process took no more than ten breaths.

Houtu withdrew her hand, and the illusory figure behind her dissipated.

Her face was slightly pale, clearly indicating that she had expended a lot of energy, but her eyes remained calm.

"The framework is in place, and the access channels are in place."

She said softly, "When the time is right, we can truly evolve into reincarnation and complete the underground passage."

Meng Chuan nodded and looked at the Styx River.

"The formation needs to be maintained, and the channels need to be nurtured. They must not be interrupted, and they must not be leaked."

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist," Styx said solemnly, "This formation is already connected to the source of the Blood Sea, and it will never be severed unless the Blood Sea dries up."

"Um."

Meng Chuan said no more and looked at the ancestral witches.

"Return."

The group quietly withdrew, just as silently as they had arrived.

The sea of ​​blood returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Only Styx stood on the shore, gazing at the hidden array operating deep within the sea of ​​blood, a fire of ambition quietly burning in his scarlet eyes.

Asura Clan... Earthly Saint...

He licked his lips, his body turned into blood, and he disappeared into the sea.

……

Buzhou Mountain, the ancestral land.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon their return.

"The basic structure has been established, and the framework has been completed."

Meng Chuan slowly began, "The pathways to the underground passage have been laid, and the foundation has been quietly established. Now, all that remains is to nurture it. After the three lectures at Zixiao Palace, the time will be ripe."

"Hongjun... probably hasn't noticed, has he?"

Zhu Jiuyin's Eyes of Time dimmed slightly, indicating that he had clearly consumed a considerable amount of energy.

"Probably not."

Meng Chuan looked up at the sky. "With triple isolation, the movement is extremely subtle. If he doesn't deliberately investigate, he'll hardly notice anything. Even if he does notice something unusual, he'll just assume it's a change in the Blood Sea itself, or a disturbance in the blood energy of the Witch Clan."

That's good.

The ancestral witches were relieved.

"Next," Meng Chuan said slowly, "is to wait for the right opportunity."

"After the three lectures at Zixiao Palace, Hongjun will merge with the Heavenly Dao. At that time, the foundation of the Earthly Dao will be established, and the path of reincarnation will be solidified. Even if he is the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, it will be difficult for him to detect any clues."

"When the time is right, Houtu will be able to complete the cycle of reincarnation, perfect the Earthly Dao, and become the Supreme Saint of the Earthly Dao!"

"And before that..."

He looked at the crowd.

"Silence is needed, and dormancy is necessary. The conflict between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan can be slowed down but not extinguished. The status quo must be maintained, and the Heavenly Dao must not be allowed to discover that the Witch Clan has the intention to 'transcend the game'."

"Understood." Dijiang nodded emphatically. "Appear normal on the surface, but secretly lay the groundwork."

"Um."

Meng Chuan said no more and looked at Hou Tu.

Houtu also looked at him, her gaze calm, yet deep within it seemed as if countless mountains and rivers were silently flowing.

A thousand-year plan, its initial form is taking shape.

The cunning strategy has now been truly put into action.

And above the nine heavens, in the Purple Cloud Palace.

The blurry figure slowly opened its eyes, its gaze piercing through the void, sweeping across the sea of ​​blood and over Mount Buzhou.

The sea of ​​blood still churned with filth, while Mount Buzhou continued to exude its vital energy as usual.

He remained silent for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes.

Everything was normal, with nothing unusual.

Meanwhile, in various parts of the prehistoric world, a host of powerful beings emerged from seclusion.

It's because less than a thousand years have passed since the three lectures at Zixiao Palace!