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

From the Southern Wilderness to the Eastern Sea, the Qiankun Ruler cleaves open the void, and the power of the Mysterious Immortals flows endlessly.

This time, with the Xuanxian cultivation level and the assistance of the Qiankun Ruler, the time spent traveling was far less than that of traveling from Kunlun to the Southern Wilderness, but it was still quite long.

The main problem is that the prehistoric world is just too vast!

Standing on the shore of the East China Sea, Meng Chuan was greeted by a truly boundless expanse of sea, where the water and sky met in a vast expanse of azure blue.

The waves surged, and the air was filled with the stench and saltiness of the sea.

In stark contrast to the harshness of the Southern Wilderness, this place is rich in water, and beneath its vastness lies endless depth.

Meng Chuan took a deep breath and stepped into the sea.

The magic power naturally dispelled the barrier, causing the water to flow downwards.

The ocean floor is another world.

Dark, silent, and with immense pressure.

The coral reefs stood like a forest, shimmering with a faint fluorescent light.

As the fish swam by, they scattered in alarm upon touching the spiritual light emanating from Meng Chuan.

Further in, it becomes a true no-man's land.

There was no light, no sound, only eternal stillness and terrifying water pressure.

An ordinary True Immortal would likely have their physical body crushed instantly upon reaching this point.

Even a Xuanxian (a type of immortal) needs to constantly circulate their magical power to resist.

Meng Chuan's divine sense spread out slowly like a net.

The Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, now scattered throughout the East China Sea, number twenty-four in total. Although each pearl is merely an ordinary innate spiritual treasure, each contains the essence of a particular water realm, and they resonate with each other.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, communicating with the Qiankun Ruler and the Hunyuan Golden Bucket.

The Qiankun Ruler contains the principles of space and has a faint connection with the Dinghai Pearl, which also possesses the wonders of space.

The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron possesses a righteous and upright Daoist aura, which can help him discern anomalies in spiritual energy.

"Southeast, 30,000 li away."

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, his figure transforming into a pale golden light, breaking through the dark seawater, and sped away.

The first Sea-Stabilizing Pearl was hidden in the lava interlayer of an underwater volcano, enveloped in subterranean fire. It would have been extremely difficult to discover without the help of the Qiankun Ruler.

It is guarded by a giant fire-poison crab at the early stage of the Xuanxian realm, with a hard shell and claws capable of breaking gold and splitting stone.

Meng Chuan did not use any magic weapons or magical power; he relied solely on his physical body to withstand the attack. He shattered the shell with three hundred punches, took the pearl, and left.

The second one was submerged in the silt and sand at the bottom of a deep trench, surrounded by a group of ghost-faced jellyfish skilled in attacking the soul.

The pure light shone from the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, causing all evil to flee and jellyfish to scatter in droves.

The third one was embedded in the skull of an ancient sea monster.

Though the sea beast is dead, its lingering resentment remains, transforming into a vengeful spirit that commands the skeletons to attack.

Meng Chuan's qi and blood were as strong as yang; with a single punch, the vengeful spirit shrieked and vanished.

The fourth one, the fifth one...

Search, fight, collect.

Time loses its meaning in the deep sea.

One year, ten years, a hundred years...

Meng Chuan traversed the dark, lightless seabed, crossed ancient battlefields, ventured into the lair of ferocious beasts, and delved deep into the fissures of the earth's veins.

Countless battles were fought.

His opponents included ferocious sea beasts, spirits who cultivated water magic, and cultivators like himself who came to search for treasure.

Some cultivators saw him traveling alone and sensed the aura of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl. They were tempted by greed and joined forces to kill him.

Meng Chuan did not use the Golden Dragon Scissors. Instead, he used the Qiankun Ruler to create a void illusion and the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron to suppress his magical power. Then, he relied on his profound skills and physical body to fight in close combat. With his late-stage Xuanxian cultivation, he killed three early-stage Jinxian in succession, and the rest fled in horror.

The blood stained the seawater red, but was quickly diluted by the undercurrents.

The more battles one engages in, the more proficient one becomes in using spiritual treasures, and the more refined one's own cultivation becomes.

With each surge of magical power, the five elements within his chest became increasingly solidified, showing a subtle tendency to merge and unite, ultimately returning to their origin.

The bottleneck in the later stages of the fourth stage of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art gradually loosens under the repeated flushing of Qi and blood.

The tenth, the eleventh...

After an unknown number of battles, Meng Chuan, whose cultivation had reached the peak of the Profound Immortal realm, sat cross-legged in an underwater cave, consuming and refining the demon core of a late-stage Golden Immortal demon he had just killed.

A surge of powerful demonic energy flowed into his body and was frantically refined by the profound technique.

boom!

A tremor, as if the heavens and earth were being created, seemed to emanate from within his body. The five-colored vortex suddenly contracted and condensed, eventually merging into one, transforming into a chaotic cloud of misty energy that hovered above his dantian, slowly rotating and generating its own Daoist aura!

His magical power surged and underwent a qualitative change. Although the total amount did not increase, it became more refined and profound, faintly revealing a trace of immortal golden nature!

The Five Elements Return to Their Origin!

Golden Immortal Stage 1, Success!

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, his gaze flashing like lightning, illuminating the dark seabed, before quickly receding.

Its aura grew increasingly mellow and profound, blending seamlessly with the surrounding seawater.

carry on.

The sixteenth... the eighteenth...

His cultivation level soared rapidly!

His fighting style is becoming increasingly concise and sharp!

The Qiankun Ruler measures the void and determines directions!

The Primordial Golden Cauldron protects one's body and purifies all dharmas!

The Golden Dragon Scissors, if they are not used, will surely kill!

The number of Golden Immortal-level beings who died at his hands was already countless.

He had nearly reached the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, and even several early-stage Taiyi Golden Immortals had fallen to him.

Its infamous reputation gradually spread.

There is a rumor deep in the East Sea that there is a primordial Dao body who travels alone on the seabed, seeking out the pearl that emits the aura of the water realm's origin. He is ruthless and possesses powerful spiritual treasures. No one in the Golden Immortal realm can rival him, and he can even defeat ordinary Taiyi!

A group of monks attempted to hunt him down, but were all slaughtered instead.

There were old demons who had set traps, but he used his Golden Dragon Scissors to cut the traps and the demon's lair to pieces.

Of course, the East Sea is not without powerful beings capable of suppressing Meng Chuan—those are all remnants of the dragon race who survived the initial calamity of the Dragon Han Dynasty and have been terrified.

Because they were powerful enough, Meng Chuan was completely unaware when his divine sense swept over him...

However, they sensed the aura emanating from the bone fragment on Meng Chuan's body.

The first bone fragment given by Houtu bears her mark...

It exudes the mark of the Ancestral Witch of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm!

After the initial calamity of the Dragon and Han dynasties and the struggle between the Dao and the Demon, the Wu clan was poised to become the new protagonist of the world. How could they dare to provoke an ancestral witch who could represent the entire Wu clan?

Unless you're tired of living.

Meng Chuan was naturally unaware of all this.

A thousand years have passed like flowing water.

Meng Chuan himself couldn't remember how many battles he had experienced or how many seas he had crossed.

All he knew was that he had collected twenty-three Dinghai Pearls.

The twenty-three precious pearls resonated and floated in the dantian, forming a hidden array. The spatial Daoist aura they emitted naturally pushed aside the surrounding seawater, creating a waterless domain.

And his cultivation, nurtured by the Daoist essence of the Spirit Pearl through repeated bloody battles, naturally progressed, allowing him to enter—

Peak Golden Immortal!

The five vital energies in the chest are perfectly aligned and converge, and the three flowers on the top of the head have already appeared as illusory images.

Once the time is right, the three flowers will gather at the top, the foundation of immortality will be completely solidified, and one will truly step into the Taiyi realm.

At this moment, his blood and qi were like an ancient dragon, his magical power was like a vast starry sea, and his divine sense could cover tens of thousands of miles of sea.

The three magical treasures operated with perfect skill and worked in seamless coordination.

"With my current cultivation level, I can kill anyone below the late stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm without a powerful spiritual treasure to protect them!"

Meng Chuan stood on the edge of the seabed cliff, his mind clear.

This confidence comes from a thousand years of bloody battles.

But the last Dinghai Pearl has never been found.

He traversed almost all the known uninhabited areas of the East China Sea, and even ventured into the edges of several dangerous places inhabited by powerful demons at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, but still found nothing.

That bead seemed to have vanished from the East China Sea.

Just as Meng Chuan was about to explore the deeper parts of the sea—

boom--!!

An indescribable, irresistible, and overwhelming pressure swept across the entire primordial world without warning!

Heaven and earth resound together, all paths harmonize!

The sun and moon shine together, and the stars shift their positions!

The waters of the four seas boiled, and Mount Buzhou trembled!

All living beings, regardless of their cultivation level or location, were involuntarily shaken and felt an urge to prostrate themselves in worship...

That was not the oppression of power, but the absolute crushing of life level and Dao status.

It was as if a supreme being had awakened from an endless, ancient slumber, announcing his return to the primordial world.

Meng Chuan let out a muffled groan, his magical power surging around him, almost causing him to kneel down.

He gritted his teeth, circulated his profound energy, and used the clear light of the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron to protect his spiritual platform, barely managing to stand firm. He looked up at the sea surface—though he was buried deep in the seabed and couldn't see anything.

But he already knew the answer in his heart.

Hongjun has become a saint.

Hongjun Daoist, who went into seclusion to study the Jade Tablet of Creation after the conflict between Dao and Demon, today, as the first sage of the primordial world, declares the perfection of the Heavenly Dao.

"What was bound to happen has finally happened."

Meng Chuan muttered to himself.

Hongjun's ascension to sainthood signifies that the primordial world has officially entered the era of saints.

This also means that the sermons at Zixiao Palace are about to begin.