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

Let's go back to the moment when Yan Qing first arrived in the prehistoric world.

She found herself standing in a vast wilderness.

The sky was a strange blood red, as if covered by a thin veil of blood.

In the distance are rolling mountains, barren and devoid of vegetation, leaving only a dry, blood-red landscape.

The air was filled with the smell of blood.

"This is... the primordial world?"

Without any hesitation, Yan Zhou immediately crushed the bone fragment given to him by his teacher.

Click!

The bone fragment shattered upon impact, transforming into a soft white light that stretched out in a certain direction and disappeared into the distance.

Then, she stood still and waited.

All around was quiet, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the wilderness.

Before she came, her teacher told her that the primordial world was full of dangers, and that even a celestial being's cultivation level was nothing more than an ant here!

She was quite lucky; the place she landed in seemed to be relatively remote, and she didn't encounter any fatal dangers right away.

Not long after, a ripple appeared in the void ahead.

A soft light shone from the ripples, and the light coalesced into a slender figure.

It was a woman.

She wore an elegant white dress, her long hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, her face was stunning, and her temperament was gentle.

She stood there in the void, without any aura emanating from her, yet the surrounding world seemed to quiet down.

Yan Qing quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully, saying, "Yan Qing greets Senior Houtu."

Houtu's gaze fell on her, and she sized her up for a moment.

Her gaze was gentle, without a trace of sharpness, yet Yan Qing felt as if everything about her had been seen through—from her cultivation level to her physical constitution, from her temperament to her origins, nothing was overlooked.

"What is your relationship to him?" Houtu asked.

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze brushing against your ear.

But Yan Qing knew that this seemingly gentle woman was one of the most powerful beings below the level of a saint in this prehistoric era, and also the person her teacher longed for.

She quickly replied, "I am a direct disciple of my teacher, and I have come here on his orders..."

At this point, she took out a jade slip from her bosom and respectfully handed it over with both hands: "This is a letter that my teacher asked me to deliver to the senior."

Houtu took the jade slip and probed into it with her divine sense.

Her expression was calm at first, but as she read the contents of the jade slip, her eyes gradually softened, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a genuine joy.

She put away the jade slip, looked at Yan Qing, her gaze softening slightly: "Is he... alright?"

Yan Qing nodded quickly: "The teacher is very good."

Houtu nodded slightly. "Since you are his disciple, then come with me."

Immediately afterwards, Yan Qing followed Hou Tu to the ancestral land of the Wu tribe!

In the days that followed, Yan Qing stayed in the ancestral land of the Wu tribe to cultivate.

She was flattered and overwhelmed by the warmth and care shown to her by the ancestral witches.

She knew that all of this was because of the teacher's face.

She did not become arrogant because of this.

She kept her teacher's instructions in mind, diligently cultivated herself, and never overstepped the bounds.

She addressed Houtu as "senior" and never used that term casually.

She treated every ancestral witch with utmost respect, and never put on airs in front of the great witches or ordinary witch warriors, even though she was Meng Chuan's disciple.

She devoted all her energy to cultivation and cherished every day.

Her performance made Houtu and the Ancestral Witches increasingly satisfied with her.

The days passed by.

Yan Qing's cultivation in the ancestral land of the Wu tribe progressed rapidly.

With her Celestial Immortal cultivation as a foundation, the rich spiritual energy of the ancestral land of the Witch Clan, and the guidance of Houtu and the Ancestral Witches, her cultivation level increased rapidly, as if she had taken a rocket ride.

Until this day-

The world has changed drastically!

Yan Qing was in seclusion in a secret chamber cultivating when he suddenly sensed an extremely astonishing aura descending from the sky!

Outside, in the sky, golden rays of merit cascaded down like a waterfall!

When Yan Qing arrived above the ancestral land of the Witch Clan, he could see a figure slowly rising from the center of the radiant light of merit—

It is indeed "Hou Tu"!

A loud and majestic Daoist sound resounded throughout heaven and earth, reaching the ears of every primordial being:

"Under the Great Dao, the Heavenly Dao is flawed, therefore the Earthly Dao must stand!"

"Today, Houtu, the ancestral witch of the Wu tribe... establishes the Earthly Path for the souls and vengeful spirits of the primordial world, and becomes the Supreme Saint!"

"From this day forward, the Earthly Path stands alone... sharing the power of the Primordial Great Dao with the Heavenly Dao!"

As these Daoist chants resounded, the entire primordial world was shaken!

The aura of Houtu was rising at an incredibly exaggerated speed!

The Law of Earth: Ultimate Perfection!

First, one must attain the Primordial Dao, then become the spokesperson for the Earthly Dao, representing the Earthly Dao and sharing the power of the Great Dao with the Heavenly Dao!

The ultimate sacred path is complete!

A moment later, Houtu's aura had risen to a level that Yan Qing could not comprehend!

As Yan Qing gazed at the figure bathed in the light of merit, an indescribable sense of awe welled up within him.

Is this the moment the teacher wanted me to witness?

The demon race's Heavenly Court, led by the Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, and all the powerful demons changed color!

The six Heavenly Saints, standing above their respective dojos, gazed towards the Netherworld Blood Sea, feeling their very souls tremble...

What did Houtu do?!

How come she seems to be just as terrifying as their Daoist master now?!

at the same time--

Beyond the thirty-third heaven lies the Purple Cloud Palace.

This ancient palace, suspended in the chaos, has been the most sacred and supreme place in the primordial world ever since Hongjun Daozu merged with the Heavenly Dao.

Normally, Zixiao Palace is always quiet and peaceful, with chaotic energy flowing slowly around the palace and the Daoist charm naturally spreading.

But today, that tranquility has been broken.

Deep within the Purple Cloud Palace, a figure who had sat cross-legged for countless years slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes revealed a rare hint of gloom.

Hongjun Daozu!

He sensed the aura surging from the depths of the primordial land—an aura so vast and powerful that it was in no way inferior to the Heavenly Dao!

typical!

Houtu, the Wu tribe, has been plotting to achieve independence through underground tunnels!

He didn't even notice!

Now, taking advantage of the opportunity of the independence of the earth, Houtu has become a saint in one fell swoop, and even directly crossed the threshold of sainthood and stepped into the realm of supreme sainthood, which is enough to be on par with him!

To be on par with the Way of Heaven?

What a perfect example of being on par with the Heavenly Dao!

Hongjun's face was so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

After merging with the Heavenly Dao, he had already considered the Primordial Great Dao as his own.

But now, the tunnels are independent!

This means that from now on, the Primordial World will no longer be solely dominated by the Heavenly Dao.

The underground passage will be on equal footing with him, sharing the authority of the Primordial Great Dao!

Hongjun stood up.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the chaotic energy, emanating a suffocating pressure.

He spoke, his voice low and cold, echoing through the empty Zixiao Palace:

"A proper tunnel...good! Very good!"

"Houtu...Wu Clan...Mengchuan...Nether River...Zhen Yuanzi...Very well!"

He pronounced each name slowly, as if he were chewing on something.

His gaze pierced through the walls of Zixiao Palace, through the thirty-three heavens, through layers of void, and landed on the primordial land—on the figure bathed in the light of merit.

Houtu!

She seemed to sense something, raised her head, and glanced in the direction of Zixiao Palace.

Their gazes met in the void.

There were no sparks, no sound.

But at this moment, all living beings in the primordial world felt an indescribable sense of oppression—

It was as if two supreme beings were confronting each other across the void!