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

During the Investiture of the Gods period, the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron was a treasure bestowed upon the Three Immortal Maidens by the Shangqing Tongtian Sect Master, one of the Three Pure Ones.

The Three Immortals of Sanxiao used this battle to capture Lu Ya Dao Ren and Yang Jian, take away the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect and many disciples, and eventually even alarmed the Sage himself to intervene!

In my memory, this magical treasure first came into the hands of Hongjun, who then placed it at the Treasure Distribution Rock, where it was obtained by Tongtian...

Does this mean he's thwarted Hongjun's plans?

It's likely that his arrival here created a "butterfly effect," leading Houtu to discover this treasure first.

He never expected that the so-called training guided by Houtu, the opportunity given to him casually, would actually be a top-grade innate spiritual treasure that would make the great powers of the prehistoric world fight tooth and nail for it!

My heart was pounding uncontrollably, a mixture of exhaustion from surviving the ordeal, disbelief and shock, and a burning sensation...

The surprise was so great, it was almost dizzying!

But the monster's roar outside the hall was already close at hand, the shadows completely engulfed the entrance, and the foul wind rushed into the hall first.

Meng Chuan abruptly shook his head, forcefully suppressing his turbulent emotions.

The power in his dantian was nearly exhausted, and his meridians felt empty and painful, but the vast qi and blood forged in the first revolution of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art still surged endlessly in his limbs and bones, and the power contained in his muscles, bones and skin remained solidified.

Exhaustion of magical power is a major taboo for cultivators, as it will cause them to lose all their supernatural abilities and make it difficult to fight for a long time. However, this physical body is still a genuine peak Earth Immortal physique!

He took a deep breath, and as his chest heaved, a deep, thunderous echo reverberated from the depths of his flesh.

The wounds on his body, tainted by the filth and deathly aura, were slowly squeezing out black energy as his flesh and blood writhed spontaneously, and the pale golden blood began to radiate vitality and heal.

There was no time to be shocked, no time to think it through.

Meng Chuan's gaze locked onto the hazy light on the altar, and he took a step forward!

boom! !

Fine cracks appeared on the stone slabs on the ground.

Without using any magical power, relying solely on the explosive force of his physical body, he shot towards the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron like an arrow released from a bow!

Although its speed was not as swift as a flash of light when its magic was at its peak, it was still faster than a galloping horse, carrying an indomitable and domineering momentum!

Behind them, in the shadows of the palace entrance, the one-armed skeletal behemoth roared and squeezed half its body into the hall, its back locked by eerie green soul fire. More evil creatures swarmed in, and a stench of death instantly filled the hall.

Meng Chuan seemed oblivious to the danger behind him, his eyes fixed only on the approaching clear light.

Ten zhang, five zhang, three zhang...

Just as my fingertips were about to touch the warm, clear light—

"roar!"

The skeletal behemoth's intact bony arm, accompanied by a fierce whistling sound, swept down from behind him like a giant bone hammer!

Wherever it passed, the air exploded, and the rotten beams and pillars were swatted away by the strong wind, scattering dust everywhere.

If you hide, all your previous efforts will be in vain, and you will be surrounded!

If one does not dodge and instead takes the blow head-on, even an Earth Immortal would be injured, or even sent flying, losing the opportunity to seize the treasure.

In the flash of lightning, Meng Chuan's eyes flashed with a fierce, blood-red light!

He neither dodged nor evaded; his forward momentum only increased. At the same time, he twisted his waist and turned his hips, pouring all his strength, will, and even the last bit of potential deep within his depleted magical power into his right fist.

The fist was dull, yet heavy as a mountain. Faint golden patterns were faintly visible beneath the skin. Instead of defending, the fist countered the sweeping giant bone arm, striking head-on with a punch!

Attack with attack, strength with strength!

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique has never feared a head-on collision!

Fist and massive arm collided with a deafening roar!

Thump—!

An extremely muffled roar exploded in the hall, and a visible shockwave spread out in a ring, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.

The massive momentum of the skeletal behemoth charging forward was momentarily halted, and a dense network of cracks exploded on its dark gold bone arm, which was comparable to refined gold, centered on the point where its fist struck!

Meng Chuan shuddered violently, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he forced down the surging blood and qi.

Using the force of the impact, his body spun rapidly like a top, dissipating most of the impact. At the same time, his left arm extended like a serpent, his five fingers spread wide, and with a resolute intent, he grabbed at the Hunyuan Golden Bucket on the altar, which was shimmering with clear light!

Upon acquiring the spiritual treasure, a warm, calming, and pure energy flowed into my arm, washing away fatigue and suppressing my turbulent blood and qi.

At the same time, a vast, ancient, and all-encompassing spiritual treasure aura surged into his sea of ​​consciousness upon contact!

Behind him, the skeletal behemoth roared in fury, and more evil creatures swarmed forward, their claws and stench already touching his back.

Meng Chuan gripped the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, turned abruptly, and used it to shield himself. He looked at the surging dark tide, a blood-stained, fierce smile spreading across his lips.

Next, we'll either use this top-grade innate spiritual treasure to turn the tide in a desperate situation...

Either we are completely swallowed up by this filth along with it!

The whistling wind from the bony arm and the stench of the approaching evil creature seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier the moment Meng Chuan grasped the Hunyuan Golden Bucket.

The so-called barrier is the clear light that spontaneously flows from this ancient square cup in my hand. It spreads like water, and wherever it passes, the yin and death energy melts away like ice and snow meeting the sun!

The nearest evil creatures collided with the clear light, and before they could even let out a scream, they turned into green smoke and dissipated.

The skeletal behemoth with its severed arm froze at the edge of the clear light, its bone claws poised to strike mid-strike. The eerie green soul flames flickered wildly, revealing an instinctive fear that prevented it from advancing even an inch further.

Meng Chuan knelt on one knee beside the altar, his left hand supporting him on the ground, his right hand gripping the Hunyuan Golden Bucket tightly, panting heavily.

Pale golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the pale stone slab and spreading into a small wet patch.

His internal magical power was almost depleted, and his meridians felt empty and painful. Only the golden vortex deep in his dantian was still stubbornly spinning, breathing in and out the warm and peaceful pure spiritual energy coming from the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron.

This aura was completely different from the masculine power he had generated from cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique; it was softer and more profound, like the earth receiving nourishment, allowing all things to grow.

Wherever it passed, the churning blood and qi were calmed, and the stubborn yin and death qi in the wounds were gradually removed and purified.

He lowered his head to look at what was in his hand.

The square-shaped vessel is simple and unadorned, neither made of gold nor jade, and has a warm, smooth feel to the touch, with natural flowing patterns on its surface.

Upon closer inspection, the patterns seem to be constantly changing, sometimes like clouds and water, sometimes like stars, encompassing all things, and merging into one.

Just holding hands like this brings peace of mind and eliminates all distracting thoughts.

During the Investiture of the Gods period, this top-grade innate spiritual treasure once cut off the three flowers on the heads of the twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and sealed the five qi in their chests, making it extremely fierce!

But holding it in my hand now, I only feel its balanced and peaceful nature, without a trace of hostility.

The hall fell into a deathly silence!

A clear light enveloped a three-zhang-wide area centered on Meng Chuan, beyond which swirling gray-black mist and countless scarlet eyes filled the surrounding landscape.

The evil creatures growled anxiously, but none of them dared to cross the line!

The skeletal behemoth flickered with soul fire, slowly retracted its bone arm, took two steps back, then turned and pushed aside the evil creature at the entrance of the palace, disappearing into the depths of the mist with heavy steps.