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

The girl's voice was calm, yet it carried a very faint, almost imperceptible, subtle emotion.

Meng Chuan was taken aback and turned to look at her.

Her expression remained calm, her gaze fixed ahead, as if she hadn't said those words.

But Meng Chuan clearly saw a subtle ripple in her eyes.

A thought stirred within him, and he transmitted his voice, "I have no intention of admiring their appearances; I'm just reminded of something."

"What is it?" the girl asked telepathically, still not looking at him.

"They are the primordial deities born from the moon, Xihe and Changxi."

Meng Chuan explained telepathically, "After the three lectures at Zixiao Palace, the conflict between the Wu and Yao tribes intensified. Hongjun will allow the Yao tribe to rule the heavens and the Wu tribe to govern the earth. At that time, the Yao tribe will establish the Heavenly Court, with Di Jun as the Heavenly Emperor and Demon Emperor, Taiyi as the Eastern Emperor, Nuwa as the Nuwa Empress, Fuxi as the Fuxi Emperor, and Kunpeng as the Demon Master..."

"These two from the Taiyin Star will marry Dijun and become the Heavenly Queens of the Demon Clan. Xihe will give birth to ten Golden Crows, namely the Ten Golden Crow Princes."

"The ten golden crows emerged simultaneously, scorching the heavens and boiling the seas, causing widespread devastation to the primordial world. The great shaman of the Wu tribe, Kuafu, chased the sun and died; Yi shot down the suns, igniting a full-scale war between the Wu and Yao tribes… Ultimately, both sides perished, exiting the stage of the primordial world!"

Houtu's delicate body trembled.

She finally turned to look at Meng Chuan, her gaze calm yet turbulent.

"So... the Lich War is destined to be unavoidable? Even without the Ten Golden Crows, would something else trigger a deadly battle?"

Faced with her "clear-headedness," Meng Chuan remained silent for a moment before transmitting his voice: "Under the Great Calamity, all are pawns. The Heavenly Dao intends for the Wu and Yao races to decline and make way for those who come after. Countless 'coincidences' and 'accidents' will then push the two races toward confrontation and a life-or-death struggle."

"The matter of the Ten Golden Crows is only one aspect. Even if it weren't, there would have been other triggers."

"Unless... you step out of the game and become the player!"

"And planning the tunnel is your, and the witch clan's, only way to survive!"

"Absolutely no mistakes are allowed!"

Houtu remained silent, but the heaviness in her eyes deepened.

She looked at Xihe and Changxi, her eyes filled with a complex emotion.

The two women seemed to sense something and looked over as well.

Xihe's gaze was cool and clear. She met Houtu's eyes for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Chang Xi then gave Hou Tu a gentle smile.

Unbeknownst to them, their original destiny would have made them irreconcilable enemies with the quiet girl before them, and would have led to the destruction of their respective races.

Heaven is merciless, and fate plays tricks on people.

At this moment, the demons had already approached.

Taiyi's gaze was icy as he swept over Meng Chuan, paused on Houtu, and finally landed on Dong Wanggong and west Wangmu, a hint of coldness flashing across his eyes.

"Eastern King Duke and Western Queen Mother, you two seem to be in quite a good mood, getting rather close to the Wu tribe."

Taiyi's voice was flat, but it carried an undisguised sarcasm.

The Eastern King Duke remained unmoved: "Fellow Daoist Taiyi, you are mistaken. Before the Purple Cloud Palace, all are guests listening to the Dao Ancestor's teachings; why distinguish between sorcerers and demons? What is wrong with this humble Daoist discussing the Dao and making friends with Fellow Daoist Mengchuan?"

The Queen Mother of the West calmly replied, "Fellow Daoist Taiyi, you are meddling too much."

Taiyi narrowed his eyes slightly, and crimson-gold divine flames flickered.

Di Jun pressed down on his arm, shook his head slightly, looked at the Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother, and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoists, take care of yourselves."

Having said that, he said no more and led the demons toward the palace gate.

As Kunpeng passed by Ran Deng, he gave him a cold glance.

Randeng's face turned slightly pale. He quickly lowered his head and took several steps back, hiding behind the Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother, as if afraid that the demons would notice that he had talked with Meng Chuan.

The Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother remained calm and unconcerned about the threat posed by the demon race.

They were the heads of the male and female immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, leading the scattered immortals of the primordial world, and held a transcendent status.

As long as they don't openly antagonize the demon race, the demon race won't dare to easily harm them.

The demons arrived at the palace gate and each found a place to stand quietly.

Taiyi and Dijun stood at the very front, facing the Three Pure Ones from afar.

Xihe and Changxi stood slightly behind Emperor Jun, their expressions calm.

Kunpeng, Jimeng, and other powerful demons stood at the rear.

The atmosphere was subtle before the palace gates.

The Three Pure Ones, the Demon Clan, Meng Chuan and Hou Tu, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, Dong Wang Gong and west Wang Mu... several forces are vaguely forming a standoff.

The other independent cultivators all kept their distance, unwilling to get involved.

Just then, the palace gates burst open.

The two Daoist boys, Haotian and Yaochi, walked out side by side and stood by the door.

"The palace gates are open. Please come inside to hear the teachings."

First, the three pure ones step inside.

The demons followed closely behind.

Meng Chuan and Hou Tu exchanged a glance and walked side by side.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Dongwanggong, Xiwangmu, and others entered one after another.

Burning Lamp followed at the back, head bowed and eyes downcast, as if he were just an inconspicuous ordinary listener.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the scene remained unchanged.

The ground is neither gold nor jade, while the starry sky above flows.

The vast Taoist aura enveloped the entire area.

At the very front, the six prayer cushions remain unchanged.

Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti each took their seats.

Behind them, the powerful figures took their places in turn.

Meng Chuan and Hou Tu found a spot near the front and sat down side by side.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun sat down slightly behind them.

The Eastern King and the Western Queen Mother sat on the other side.

Styx sat in the same spot he had in the first and second lectures.

The demons sat opposite, subtly vying for power with the witches.

The lamp was huddled in a corner, completely inconspicuous.

On the high platform, the figure of the Dao Ancestor had not yet appeared.

But the primordial Daoist aura that transcends all things has already spread out, causing everyone to hold their breath and wait patiently.

Meng Chuan slowly exhaled and composed himself.

His gaze swept across the entire area, lingering on Hongyun for a moment before turning to Kunpeng in the demon race camp.

In the original timeline, it was Kunpeng who, after giving three lectures at Zixiao Palace, joined forces with the Styx River to attack Hongyun, resulting in Hongyun's death and dissipation.

However, this time, Styx is destined not to collude with them.

"This time, Styx is on my side, and you are destined to fail."

He withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes to calm himself.

Beside her, Houtu slowly closed her eyes, as calm as an ancient well.

The Zhen Yuanzi Earth Book floats and sinks in the palm of my hand, the Daoist rhyme of Wu Earth flowing through it.

Red clouds and auspicious clouds transform into celebratory clouds, ethereal and otherworldly.

The Eastern King Duke possesses a restrained and introspective Daoist aura, while the Western Queen Mother's Yin energy is deep and concentrated.

On the opposite side, the Taiyi Chaos Bell rang softly, Dijun deduced the Hetu and Luoshu, and the Kunpeng's demonic aura was obscure...

Everyone is waiting.

We await the appearance of the Dao Ancestor to expound the Way of the Sage.

We await that final sermon, destined to reshape the entire primordial world.

Meng Chuan knew that the real storm would come after this sermon.

Hongjun has merged with the Dao, the position of saint is about to be established, and a great calamity is about to begin...

He, Houtu, the Wu tribe, and the underground world will also fight for a chance to survive in that storm that sweeps across the world, betting that they can go from being pawns to "chess players"!

He will never allow the regrets of the past to repeat themselves.

I will never allow Houtu to be reborn into the cycle of reincarnation, forever alone.

We will never allow the blood of the Wu tribe to stain the land and the ethnic group to perish.

I will never allow myself to return to Earth with endless regret!

no way!

Meng Chuan opened his eyes and looked at the high platform. In the depths of his eyes, it seemed as if chaos was opening up, and the Great Dao of Power was roaring silently!

Within the Purple Cloud Palace, the Taoist aura gradually intensified.

The phantom of Dao Ancestor Hongjun slowly condensed on the high platform.

The third lecture at Zixiao Palace is about to begin.

And the wheel of fate of the primordial world will slowly turn in this final sermon, sailing toward an unknown, yet destined, magnificent future.

Meng Chuan slowly closed his eyes.

Calm your mind and concentrate.

We await the Dao Ancestor Hongjun to begin his discourse, awaiting that moment destined to shake the ages—the Way of the Sage!