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

Deep within the Pangu Palace, the chaotic energy dissipated.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, his body exuding a restrained Daoist aura. The Daoist patterns beneath his skin had changed from pale gold to dark gold, and as they flowed, it seemed as if chaotic phantoms were being created and destroyed.

Mid-stage Quasi-Saint!

After seven thousand years of arduous cultivation, relying on the ultimate foundation of his early Quasi-Saint stage, and with the help of the fragments of the Chaos Pearl, the Great Dao of Power has finally taken another step forward.

This breakthrough was much more low-key than when he first entered Quasi-Saint realm...

He had mastered the control of his own power to a high degree, and fearing that he would make too much noise and disturb others, he suppressed the restless, transformative power within his body.

At this moment, he could clearly feel how terrifyingly strong he was!

The Primordial One from seven thousand years ago, he can now fight three people at once, and it's like beating his own son!

Once you reach the Quasi-Saint level, every breakthrough in a minor realm is the result of accumulated experience and gradual progress.

In particular, proving one's path through the laws requires one to explore and progress on one's own, unlike the Three Corpses which are aided by Hongjun's teachings.

Now that Hongjun no longer preaches, even quasi-saints who have severed their three corpses must comprehend the Dao on their own based on what they have heard in the past, and their advancement is equally difficult.

Otherwise, Emperor Jun and Taiyi of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court would not still be at the late Quasi-Saint stage.

Meng Chuan slowly stood up, his divine sense sweeping over the ancestral land of the Wu tribe.

Houtu was still in seclusion in the deepest meditation room, her Daoist aura as thick and heavy as the earth's membrane. A purple-black gourd hung above her head, and the Nine Heavens Breath Soil transformed into specks of starlight that entered her brow...

In the other eleven secluded cultivation sites, the energy surged to the heavens. Where Dijiang was located, the space was distorted like a vortex. The illusory image of the River of Time beside Zhujiuyin solidified by three-tenths. The auras of the other Ancestral Witches were also significantly stronger than they were seven thousand years ago.

"They're all still in seclusion..."

Meng Chuan muttered to himself, his gaze piercing through the palace walls, looking towards the boundless sky beyond Mount Buzhou.

In the blink of an eye, more than 35,000 years have passed since I arrived in this primordial world.

I wonder how much time has passed on Blue Star, and whether he will be forcibly teleported back soon?

She didn't even know if she could stay until Houtu became the ultimate saint of the Earthly Dao, and witness the rise of the Earthly Dao and its rivalry with the Heavenly Dao.

Although the tunnel is now in its initial stages, it is far from being formally established.

The number of living beings in the primordial world is still too small compared to the Lich War in the original timeline. Although many beings die every day, the merit of the Great Dao that can be obtained by establishing the Earthly Path at this time is absolutely limited and cannot be raised to a level that can contend with the Heavenly Dao.

They might be suppressed and absorbed by the Heavenly Dao as soon as they emerge.

The best time is after Nuwa created humans and the number of creatures in the primordial world increased dramatically.

When the war between the Lich and the Demon race fully begins, and when the Demon race forges the Witch-Slaying Sword to deal with the countless humans slaughtered by the Lich race.

At that time, countless vengeful spirits will be born in the primordial world, and the underground passage will be re-established. A massive amount of Great Dao merit will descend, and the underground passage will reach its peak upon its birth, becoming a path below the Great Dao that can rival the Heavenly Dao.

Houtu naturally became the Supreme Sage of the Earthly Path, controlling the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the Netherworld, standing shoulder to shoulder with Hongjun, who had merged with the Heavenly Path!

By then, even if Hongjun saw through their scheme, he would have no chance to suppress the underground passage and Houtu.

At the same time, that scene from seven thousand years ago uncontrollably resurfaced...

The primordial spirit of Hongyun disintegrating in the pillar of crimson light, the trembling spine of Zhen Yuanzi as he hoarsely questioned him, the indifferent dissipation of Hongjun's illusory image, and the arrogant and cold gaze of Yuanshi when he held the banner and confronted him.

"Heh..." A cold smile appeared on Meng Chuan's lips.

Hongjun decreed that the witches and demons must not wage war to the death for ten thousand years.

However, it was never said that Meng Chuan could not "discuss and debate the Dao" with Yuan Shi.

Now that he's broken through, he'd feel restless if he didn't go and mess with Yuanshi!

That bastard Yuanshi, seven thousand years ago, with the cultivation of a late-stage Quasi-Saint and wielding a partially refined Pangu Banner, barely managed to fight him to a draw when he was in the early-stage Quasi-Saint realm...

Now that the Pangu Banner has been completely refined, it is perfect for use as a whetstone.

"Yuanshi, you'd better have already reached the late-stage perfection of Quasi-Saint, otherwise it's too boring..."

Meng Chuan took a step forward and his figure disappeared into the ancestral land of the Witch Clan.

Kunlun Mountain, the ancestral vein of all mountains, with its pure air soaring to the sky.

The Sanqing Temple is hidden deep in the mountains, and ordinary creatures rarely find it.

But today, a calm yet clear voice, echoing for millions of miles around, shattered the tranquility of this sacred place:

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, seven thousand years ago you sought me out to discuss the Dao, but the discussion was interrupted for some reason."

"The Pangu Banner, the supreme treasure you obtained at the beginning of creation, was not fully refined at the time, but it must have been completely refined by now..."

"Today I have come again to seek your counsel and discuss the Dao. Do you dare to accept?"

The last four words were spoken with a slightly rising tone, carrying an undisguised sarcasm.

Do you dare to accept?

The Kunlun Mountains fell silent for a moment.

The next moment, countless divine thoughts rose from all directions, sweeping towards the source of the sound with surprise and uncertainty—

On the sea of ​​clouds outside the main peak of Kunlun, a figure in a green robe stood with his hands behind his back. No aura was leaking from him, yet the void in that area was naturally distorted and the light was deflected.

"It's Xiao Mengchuan!"

"He actually came to Kunlun to challenge Yuanshi, one of the Three Pure Ones and a direct disciple of the Daoist Ancestor, to a duel?"

"Seven thousand years ago... could it be the battle where Hongyun perished? I heard that Yuanshi fought Mengchuan with the Pangu Banner, and the battle ended in a draw!"

"Is Meng Chuan here to avenge himself? But didn't he win back then?"

"What do you know! The rumor I heard is that back then, Yuanshi held back Fellow Daoist Mengchuan, which led to Hongyun's death at the hands of the demon race. Although he didn't lose that battle, he was still frustrated! Now he's here to get his revenge!"

"This is going to be good! Let's go to Kunlun!"

"I heard of Meng Chuan's great name more than ten thousand years ago, during the battle for the gourd at Buzhou Mountain... When he broke through to the Quasi-Saint level, he resonated with the will of the Great God Pangu!"

Streams of light rose from all corners of the primordial world, converging towards Kunlun.

Great Luo Golden Immortals ride the clouds, Taiyi Golden Immortals wield treasures, and some even tear through the void to descend directly!

Many of them were once disciples of the Dao at Zixiao Palace and are now prominent figures in the prehistoric world.

With the death of Hongyun, the Dao Ancestor decreed that the war between the Wu and Yao tribes should cease, and the primordial world had been silent for too long.

Now that Meng Chuan has come to challenge Yuan Shi, the "personal disciple of the Dao Ancestor," who would want to miss such a spectacle?

Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi was meditating under the ginseng fruit tree, the Earth Book floating on his lap, when he suddenly heard Meng Chuan's voice coming from the far west. He was startled at first, then stroked his beard and laughed.

Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan... has this been a breakthrough?

A hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

Seven thousand years have passed, and he has never forgotten the scene of Hongyun's tragic death. However, he knows that he is not strong enough to settle scores as easily as Meng Chuan.

Now that Meng Chuan has broken through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, his immediate action to provoke Yuan Shi is so decisive and responsible that it has somewhat dissipated the resentment in Yuan Shi's heart.

Such a grand display is likely because they fear Yuanshi Tianzun will be too afraid to accept the challenge...

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head and chuckled.

He also knew Yuanshi's temperament very well:

That fellow is fond of noodles; if challenged to a duel in private, he might be able to use his seclusion as an excuse to decline.

But now Meng Chuan's voice has spread for millions of miles, and all the great powers in half of the prehistoric world have heard it. If Yuan Shi keeps his distance and doesn't come out, where will he put his face as the true successor of Pangu and the direct disciple of the Dao Ancestor?

"Very well, let's go watch the battle and support Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan!"

He put away the Earth Book, took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the void.