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

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

On this day, deep within the Pangu Palace, a vast and profound Daoist aura suddenly soared into the sky!

The earth trembled, and Mount Buzhou resonated with it!

Houtu has emerged from the pass!

Meng Chuan rushed to the front of the hall and saw a barefoot figure in hemp clothing slowly walking out of the hall.

Houtu's aura was even more profound and weighty than before her seclusion, with Xuanhuang Daoist charm flowing around her, as if she had merged with the entire earth.

When she saw Meng Chuan, she paused slightly, a faint warmth appearing in her eyes.

"You've made a breakthrough."

"Hmm." Meng Chuan nodded, "Mid-stage Quasi-Saint."

He looked at her and suddenly asked, "And you? How are you feeling?"

Houtu remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised her hand. A ball of dark yellow light condensed in her palm, as if bearing the weight of an entire land, profound and vast, yet also possessing a gentleness that embraces all things.

"Mid-stage Quasi-Saint, perfected."

She said softly, "We're just one opportunity away from the later stages."

Meng Chuan suddenly realized: "So you broke through a long time ago, and were even striving for the late stage of Quasi-Saint."

Although both follow the path of laws, the law of force is all-encompassing and much more difficult to prove than the law of earth.

The spear he used to nearly kill Yuanshi four thousand years ago employed the power of time and space.

"Okay." He nodded. "Then let's wait for that opportunity to come."

The other ancestral witches who had not gone into seclusion gathered around to offer their congratulations.

Upon learning the results of Meng Chuan's two sparring matches with Yuanshi and Tongtian, Houtu's eyes couldn't help but gleam with admiration.

……

Two thousand years after Houtu left the pass.

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, the Palace of Nuwa.

A five-colored ray of light shot into the sky, and the aura of creation permeated the thirty-three heavens, with countless living beings paying homage.

Nuwa broke through to the late stage of Quasi-Saint.

Immediately afterwards, the illusory image of the Eight Trigrams in the Fuxi Palace soared into the sky, evolving into all phenomena of heaven and earth.

Fuxi also broke through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

In the Heavenly Emperor's Palace, Di Jun suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with brilliance.

He rose, his imperial robes fluttering, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.

However, he did not immediately order his troops to march out. Instead, he turned around and took a step towards Kunlun.

……

Kunlun Mountain, the sacred site of the Three Pure Ones.

Yuanshi meditated and comprehended the Way of the Sage.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What brings the Demon Emperor to my Kunlun?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Di Jun's figure appeared outside the dojo.

He straightened his imperial robes, his expression solemn, and bowed respectfully: "Emperor Jun of the Demon Clan requests an audience with Fellow Daoist Yuanshi."

He was the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan and the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court, but he dared not be arrogant in front of the Dao Ancestor's personal disciple and the future Sage.

After a moment of silence, the door slowly opened.

Yuanshi sat upright on his cloud bed, his face indifferent, his gaze cold: "What brings the Heavenly Emperor to Kunlun?"

His tone was distant.

He has always looked down on the demon race, those creatures with fur and horns, born from eggs and moisture. If Di Jun hadn't already been recognized by the Dao Ancestor as the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court, he wouldn't have even bothered to meet him.

Di Jun, unconcerned by Yuan Shi's attitude, smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist Yuan Shi, I won't beat around the bush. The demon race will soon send troops to the witch race to annihilate those barbarians, and incidentally—eliminate Meng Chuan!"

Upon hearing the name "Meng Chuan," Yuan Shi's pupils constricted sharply, and his expression instantly turned cold.

Three thousand years ago, outside Kunlun, above the sea of ​​clouds, he was publicly crushed by Meng Chuan. If his elder brother and third brother hadn't spoken up, he would have almost lost his life on the spot!

That was the shame of his entire life!

"You've come here to ask me to take action?"

Yuanshi sneered, "You're probably going to make a wasted trip—our teacher has ordered that the Three Pure Ones are not allowed to interfere in the conflict between the Lich King and the Demon King."

Di Jun remained calm and composed: "I am not here to invite you to interfere in the conflict between the Lich King and the Demon King."

Yuanshi frowned: "Then what are you doing here?"

"I just remembered that the Demon Queen Nuwa is your fellow disciple. She will also be going to war with the army this time. The Witch Clan is arrogant and domineering; if anyone tries to harm her..."

Di Jun paused, then looked at Yuan Shi meaningfully, "As Nuwa's senior brother, if you are merely going to oversee the battle and protect your junior sister, it shouldn't be considered interfering in the conflict between the Lich King and the Demon King, right?"

Yuan Shi was taken aback, then his eyes lit up!

He pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "The Heavenly Emperor's words... make sense. If I go to protect my junior sister, who dares to say I'm disobeying my master's orders?"

Di Jun smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Then I will first thank you on behalf of Empress Nuwa. Without further ado, please follow me."

Yuanshi rose, about to leave with Dijun—

"Second brother, wait!"

A figure in a green robe strode out from the void and blocked Yuanshi's path.

Tongtian's face was grim, his gaze sharp as swords, piercing Yuanshi: "Second brother, where are you going?"

Yuan Shi's expression turned slightly cold: "Third brother, do I need to report to you where I'm going?"

"I don't care where you go. But if you get involved in the lich war, then I will interfere!"

Tongtian's voice was cold and hard, "Our master has ordered that the Three Pure Ones are not allowed to interfere in the conflict between the Lich King and the Demon King. Second Brother, have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten."

Yuanshi sneered, "But I'm not interfering in the war between the Lich and the Demons. I'm just going to discuss the Dao with my junior sister Nuwa. If she encounters danger on the Lich-Demon battlefield, it's reasonable for me, as her senior brother, to step in and protect her, isn't it?"

"Discussing the Way?"

Tongtian, enraged, laughed coldly. "Second brother, do you take me for a three-year-old? You clearly intend to use this opportunity to attack Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan and the Witch Clan!"

"So what if it is?"

Yuan Shi's face darkened. "Meng Chuan has humiliated me so much, am I supposed to just swallow my anger? Third brother, I won't stop you from befriending him. But don't stop me either!"

"you--"

Before Tongtian could speak further, Yuanshi interrupted him impatiently, saying, "I already asked my elder brother telepathically, and he also thinks what I did was fine and not disobeying our teacher. If you don't believe me, go ask him yourself!"

Tongtian was startled, then abruptly turned his head to look into the depths of Kunlun.

A figure in a gray robe slowly emerged from the void.

Lao Tzu's expression was calm, his gaze indifferent, as if everything was irrelevant to him.

"Elder brother, you—"

"Third brother," Laozi interrupted him, his voice calm but authoritative, "let your second brother go."

Tongtian was stunned.

He looked at Lao Tzu's calm and expressionless face and suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

"Elder brother...you know perfectly well that Second Brother is trying to indirectly intervene in the conflict between the Lich King and the Demon King because he harbors resentment towards Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, yet you still want to let him go?"

Lao Tzu remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I believe he will know what he's doing."

"Sense of proportion?!"

Tongtian pointed at Yuanshi, his voice laced with suppressed anger, "If he truly had any sense of propriety, he wouldn't have deliberately restrained Fellow Daoist Mengchuan ten thousand years ago, causing Hongyun's tragic death! If he truly had any sense of propriety, he wouldn't have knowingly violated the Master's prohibition and still found excuses to interfere in the conflict between the Lich King and the Demon King!"

"Third Brother!" Yuanshi's face turned ashen. "That's enough!"

"Not enough!" Tongtian stepped forward, the Qingping Sword already humming in his hand, the Four Swords of Zhuxian appearing behind him. "If you dare to step out of Kunlun today, I will—"

"Then what?"

Laozi swayed and stood in front of Tongtian.

His expression remained calm, but his eyes held an undeniable authority. "Third brother, step back."

Tongtian's hand, gripping the sword, had knuckles that were white from clenching it.

He looked at Laozi, then at Yuanshi, and suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with sorrow.

"Very well...very well. Second brother, go ahead. But I'll say this here—"

His voice carried from afar, resolute: "If Second Brother truly intends to kill Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, don't blame me for disregarding brotherly affection!"

Yuanshi's expression changed slightly. He snorted coldly and ignored him, transforming into a stream of light with Dijun and disappearing into the horizon.

Lao Tzu stood there, watching Tongtian's departing figure, remaining silent for a long time before finally letting out a sigh, turning around and disappearing into the depths of Kunlun.