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

"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy—!!"

Following Laozi's words, Tongtian's voice rang out just as the spear tip was about to touch Yuanshi's brow.

Almost the instant his words fell—the God-Slaying Spear stopped.

The spear tip stopped steadily an inch in front of Yuanshi's brow.

No, not even an inch!

It was almost touching the skin, yet it didn't pierce it at all.

The gun remained motionless, as if it had been nailed there from the very beginning, rather than suddenly stopping after a devastating attack.

Yuan Shi could even feel the chilling killing intent of the spear tip touching his brow, but it receded like a tide at the last second.

Beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

The scene was completely silent.

All the onlookers, whether they were quasi-saints hidden in the void or great Luo and Taiyi figures watching from afar, stared wide-eyed and gaped, as if someone had grabbed their throats.

They all felt the power of that shot!

That was a deadly shot powerful enough to kill a late-stage Quasi-Saint!

But Meng Chuan stopped just as the shot was about to hit.

"Such a powerful shot... how did he manage to stop it?"

Someone murmured, their voice hoarse.

"This was definitely not done at full strength, otherwise they wouldn't have stopped so easily."

"How could he crush Yuanshi, who wields the Pangu Banner, without even using his full strength?"

"The Great Way of Power... This is the Great Way of Power?!"

A wave of discussion arose, filled with disbelief, amazement, and awe.

Randeng gasped, his gaze towards Meng Chuan filled with even greater awe.

The Queen Mother of the West's beautiful eyes gleamed. After a long while, she gently exhaled, her voice trembling slightly: "She proved the Dao with force, a mid-stage Quasi-Saint, yet she could crush the late-stage Quasi-Saint Yuanshi who wielded the Heaven-Opening Treasure... and even had some strength left over."

She paused, then said, word by word, "With Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan's current strength, he is likely to be unmatched below the peak of Quasi-Saint!"

Upon hearing this, everyone around nodded in agreement, and no one objected.

Peak Quasi-Saint?

Looking across the primordial world today, below Dao Ancestor Hongjun, no one has yet reached that realm.

Even Laozi, the first of the Three Pure Ones to reach the late stage of Quasi-Saint, is still in the late stage of Quasi-Saint.

The peak of Quasi-Saint is the true ultimate level below Saint.

Meng Chuan, with his mid-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation, was praised by the Queen Mother of the West as "hardly matched below the peak of Quasi-Saint," which is an extremely exaggerated compliment.

At this moment, Meng Chuan slowly holstered his gun.

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

He looked at Yuanshi, whose face was pale and whose forehead was covered in cold sweat, and a perfectly timed apology appeared on his face. His tone was overly sincere: "Oh dear... Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, I'm so sorry."

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his smile gentle, yet his voice carried clearly for miles around: "Fellow Daoist, you are truly too strong. I had to use all my strength to deal with you, and it almost led to a catastrophe..."

"If it weren't for Brother Laozi and Fellow Daoist Tongtian speaking up in time, I might not have been able to stop myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Everyone's expressions became subtle.

A full-scale response?

He almost lost control?

At that distance, he stopped so easily, without even harming Yuanshi in the slightest...

Is this what you call being unable to stop?

Are you sure you're not kidding us?

wrong!

Is this some kind of joke about Yuan Shi?!

"puff--!!"

Some people couldn't help but laugh out loud, then quickly covered their mouths.

Many others wore strange expressions, their gazes towards Yuan Shi filled with a mixture of pity and mockery.

Who was Yuan Shi?

Pangu, the true lineage of the Three Pure Ones, was personally taught by the Dao Ancestor. He has always been reserved and arrogant, looking down on everyone else.

But today, he was publicly "humiliated" by Meng Chuan!

While saying things like "You're too strong" and "Give it your all," everyone could hear the unspoken meaning:

Fellow Daoist, you are utterly useless. I could kill you without even using my full strength. If it weren't for the sake of your elder brother and third brother, you would surely be dead today!

Why can't Yuanshi understand?

His face turned from white to green, then from green to red, and then from red to purple. He trembled all over, and a sweet taste rose in his throat. He clenched his teeth and swallowed the mouthful of blood back down.

He stared intently at Meng Chuan, his eyes filled with such venomous resentment that they seemed almost tangible. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

What else is there to say?

We lost!

A complete and utter defeat!

In front of many prominent figures in the prehistoric world, he was absolutely crushed by a cultivator whose cultivation level was one realm lower than his own!

The other party even showed him mercy and spared his life.

Just as Yuanshi was getting angry and embarrassed, Laozi, understanding his situation, stepped forward and stood in front of him, nodding slightly to Meng Chuan with a calm expression that revealed neither joy nor anger.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan's strength is astonishing; I admire him."

He paused, his voice still calm, yet carrying an undeniable air, "In this exchange of sparring, my second brother has lost."

After saying that, without waiting for Meng Chuan's response, he turned around, rolled up his sleeves, and, along with Yuan Shi, whose face was ashen and whose body was stiff, transformed into a beam of light and disappeared into the depths of Kunlun.

Meng Chuan watched Laozi and Yuanshi's departing figures, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Hongjun did not appear from beginning to end.

There were warnings, but no action was taken to stop it.

It was as if the death of his personal disciple was none of his concern, since he had already merged with the Heavenly Dao.

After merging with the Heavenly Dao, is one truly so devoid of emotion and desire?

They don't even care about the life or death of their own disciples?

Meng Chuan had a thought in his mind, but he didn't delve into it.

His decision to hold back was made after careful consideration.

First, we must give Tongtian face.

Tongtian was on good terms with him. He was straightforward and frank, and was one of his few friends in the prehistoric world.

If Tongtian were to kill his brother in front of him, even if he disliked Yuanshi, he would inevitably distance himself from him.

Secondly, he didn't want to make an enemy of Lao Tzu.

After Nuwa created humans and became a saint through merit, the Three Pure Ones will all establish their own religions and become saints.

Making a deadly enemy of a future saint in advance is just as unwise as abandoning a friendship with another saint.

As for whether leaving Yuanshi behind would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains, Meng Chuan was not worried.

Even if Yuanshi hadn't returned to Blue Star when he became a saint, he could have easily stayed in the ancestral land of the Witch Clan.

The twelve ancestral witches formed the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation," condensing the true form of Pangu, capable of fighting sages and unafraid of the Primordial Beginning.

Besides, if Yuanshi really wanted to deal with him after becoming a saint, Tongtian, with his personality, certainly wouldn't sit idly by.

Moreover, everyone could see clearly what happened in today's battle—

He, Meng Chuan, only spared Yuanshi's life out of respect for Laozi and Tongtian!

This cause and effect, Lao Tzu must accept, and Tongtian must also accept.

Of course, Lao Tzu was just an aside; he only believed in Tongtian (the highest heaven).

After the Three Pure Ones become saints, even if Laozi disregards this cause and effect and tries to stop Tongtian when Yuanshi attacks him, there is still the Wu Clan to rely on.

At that time, even Lao Tzu might not be able to stop Tongtian!

After becoming a saint, Tongtian, relying on the Zhuxian Sword Formation, possessed combat power that was absolutely unmatched by Hongjun.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan!"

Tongtian's voice rang out, carrying his usual cheerfulness and enthusiasm.

He strode over, his face full of sincere smiles. "Thank you for your mercy earlier, fellow Daoist, for sparing my second brother's life. I will remember this kindness."

Meng Chuan waved his hand: "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, you flatter me. How could I, having known you for so long, harm your brother's life in front of you?"

Tongtian grinned, not bothering with formalities, then his eyes blazed with fighting spirit: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, now that your sparring with your second brother is over, isn't it time for us to spar?"

He paused, then added, "Fellow Daoist, you must have expended a lot of energy just now. Would you like to rest for a few days?"

Meng Chuan shook his head: "No need."

He spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something trivial, "I was basically unharmed in the battle just now."