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

"Lord Mengchuan, if you have something to attend to, you may leave first... Although the damage to the teleportation array here is not serious, it will probably take ten to fifteen days to repair it."

Feng Wu noticed that Meng Chuan wanted to leave and quickly said something.

Hearing this, Meng Chuan nodded, said goodbye to Feng Wu, and then flew alone towards the ancestral land of the Wu clan at Buzhou Mountain.

After many years, walking on the vast and desolate land again, he felt a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, with a huge, blazing sun hanging overhead, casting its warm rays.

He scanned the area with his divine sense and confirmed that the blazing sun was none other than a golden crow he had never seen before. It was likely the last remaining golden crow after the ten were shot down.

Lu Ya!

As for why the other party was so honestly making contributions to the prehistoric world, he had no idea.

He looked down and saw rolling mountains, lush and green, covered with all sorts of exotic flowers and plants.

"I'm back..."

He muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the distance.

Mount Buzhou remains majestic, standing like a pillar supporting the sky, connecting heaven and earth.

The mountain was entirely grayish-brown, with countless deep ravines and cracks covering its surface, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes it had endured over countless years.

Meng Chuan's divine sense swept towards Buzhou Mountain like an invisible tide, engulfing every inch of the ancestral land of the Wu tribe.

Within the ancestral land, there was no trace of Houtu, nor any aura of the other ancestral witches.

Those palaces and courtyards are still as bustling as ever, but only a group of great shamans and many shaman warriors remain to maintain the operation of the ancestral land.

"As expected, he's not here..."

Meng Chuan muttered to himself, not entirely surprised by this.

He remembered that before he left the prehistoric world, he had planned the great plan of establishing the independent underground tunnels with Houtu and eleven ancestral witches.

If the underworld were to become independent, his suggestion to Houtu was to establish an underworld, with Dijiang as the Emperor of Fengdu and the other ten ancestral witches as the Ten Kings of Hell, to manage the operation of the underworld and establish a complete system of reincarnation.

If the plan succeeds, the ancestral witches should naturally be in the underworld, rather than remaining in the ancestral land.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan moved and prepared to head towards the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The entrance to the underworld should, in theory, be located over there.

However, just as he was about to set off—

A familiar divine thought swept down from beyond the sky, like an invisible sword, precisely locking onto his location!

That divine thought carried surprise, scrutiny, and a hint of complex emotions.

Meng Chuan suddenly stopped, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He recognized the owner of this divine thought—

"Taiichi?"

He tentatively extended his divine sense to meet the other divine sense, and they collided in the void.

"Meng Chuan?!"

A similarly surprised response came from that divine thought.

The next moment, a figure flew rapidly from the horizon and appeared in front of Meng Chuan in the blink of an eye.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a long golden robe, with a dignified face and an air of arrogance about him.

He was tall and exuded a scorching and domineering aura, like a walking sun.

It was none other than the Demon Emperor of the Eastern Court—Taiyi!

He looked at Meng Chuan, his gaze filled with a complex and indescribable expression. After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"Meng Chuan, you've finally come up with something."

His tone carried a hint of emotion, a hint of apprehension, and a faint trace of resentment.

Meng Chuan looked at Taiyi in front of him, feeling somewhat surprised as well.

"Taiichi, you're still alive?"

Meng Chuan blurted out, his tone filled with undisguised surprise.

Taiyi's face darkened, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

What does "You're still alive" mean?

That sounds like a curse to his death.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his displeasure, and his gaze swept over Meng Chuan, suddenly revealing a meaningful smile:

"Meng Chuan, I never expected that even your disciples have attained the Primordial Chaos Realm and become Saints, while you yourself have not yet attained the Primordial Chaos Realm."

His tone carried a hint of schadenfreude and mockery.

He could tell that Meng Chuan's current cultivation level was still at the peak of Quasi-Saint.

Although he follows the path of the Law of Power, his aura is as deep as the sea, and he is much stronger than when he was in the late stage of Quasi-Saint, but he has not yet taken the final step of proving the Dao of Hunyuan.

However, Meng Chuan was suddenly stunned after hearing Taiyi's words.

"My disciple? Has he attained the Primordial Dao?"

He frowned, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes. "You mean... Yan Qing? She became a saint?"

His tone was clearly one of shock and confusion.

Taiyi was stunned by his expression.

"you do not know?"

He looked Meng Chuan up and down as if he were a monster. "Have you been in seclusion all these years?"

He simply couldn't understand it.

Yan Qing, the girl who claimed to be Meng Chuan's personal disciple, was no ordinary saint.

She is an existence on par with Hongjun Daozu, who embodies the Heavenly Dao, and Houtu, the Sage who represents the Earthly Dao.

Humanity is the ultimate virtue!

Who in the entire prehistoric world doesn't know this?

But Meng Chuan, as his master, seemed completely unaware of the situation.

Tai opened his mouth, about to say something, when just then—

Another divine thought suddenly rose from the depths of the ancestral land of the Witch Clan!

That divine thought, like a sleeping giant awakening, carried a vast and majestic aura and instantly swept over Meng Chuan and Tai Yi's location.

Immediately afterwards, a deep yet excited voice came from the depths of the earth, echoing throughout the world:

"Brother Meng Chuan?! You're back?!"

The voice was filled with barely concealed excitement and joy!

Upon hearing this voice, Meng Chuan immediately smiled.

He recognized the voice.

Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

The moment Dijiang's voice came, Taiyi's expression changed drastically!

Without hesitation, he transformed into a golden light and rapidly retreated towards the horizon, disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

The speed was so fast, as if he was afraid that Dijiang would attack him.

Meng Chuan watched Taiyi's departing figure, shook his head, and did not stop him.

He knew that the feud between the witch and demon races could not be resolved overnight.

Soon, a figure rose into the sky from the direction of the ancestral land of the Witch Clan and flew towards Meng Chuan.

He was a burly middle-aged man with a resolute face, exuding a calm and dignified aura.

He wore a jet-black imperial robe embroidered with intricate netherworld patterns, a flat-topped crown, and a long, jet-black sword at his waist, its scabbard covered in mysterious runes.

It was the attire of the Great Emperor of Fengdu in the underworld!

"Brother Dijiang!"

Upon seeing Dijiang again after many years, Meng Chuan felt an indescribable sense of familiarity and couldn't help but call out.

Di Jiang flew up to Meng Chuan, looked at him, and smiled.

He reached out and patted Meng Chuan hard on the shoulder:

"Good lad, you're finally back!"

His voice was filled with genuine joy.

However, the smile on his face quickly faded.

He looked at Meng Chuan with a complex expression in his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"What a pity...you're back too late..."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan's smile froze instantly.

"Brother Dijiang, what makes you say that?"

He quickly asked, a bad feeling welling up inside him.

Dijiang sighed, and instead of answering directly, he said:

"Let's talk in the underworld... I'll also have Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi and Fellow Daoist Styx come over."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a force of spatial law enveloped Meng Chuan, causing the two of them to disappear from their original spot instantly.