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

A figure slowly walked from the horizon.

His steps were unhurried, as if he were strolling leisurely, but every step he took made the whole world tremble.

It was Meng Chuan!

He stood atop Mount Sumeru, looking down at the Great Thunderclap Temple below, his gaze calm and revealing no emotion.

"Jieyin, Zhunti."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout Mount Sumeru: "It's time to settle our scores."

The Guide Daoist took a deep breath, stood up, clasped his hands together, and said with a pained expression, "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, my fellow disciple and I are willing to apologize to you for all the mistakes we made in the past, and we will leave ourselves to your disposal."

He adopted a very humble attitude.

Daoist Zhunti quickly stood up and bowed, saying, "Fellow Daoist Mengchuan, we know we were wrong. We will do anything you ask if you can calm down."

Meng Chuan looked at the two of them in this posture, but only sneered.

"You admit your mistakes? You don't admit your mistakes, you're just afraid!"

His voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling undertone.

Upon hearing this, both Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions froze.

Meng Chuan stopped wasting words with them.

He raised his hand and slapped down.

A terrifying force, like the sky collapsing, crashed down upon the Guide!

The guide's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly activated his golden body, and a huge golden Buddha phantom appeared behind him, attempting to block the palm strike.

However, in the face of Meng Chuan's absolute power, his golden body was as fragile as paper.

boom--!!

The golden Buddha phantom shattered with a deafening roar!

The Guide's body exploded instantly under the crushing force, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated into the air.

A moment later, the light condensed, and the figure of the Guide reappeared.

His face was as pale as paper, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

Just a moment ago, he truly felt the taste of death.

That pain, that fear, that feeling of helplessness...

It was a thousand times more terrifying than he had imagined!

"Is this... what death feels like?"

The guide muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

He lived for countless millennia, experiencing countless trials and tribulations, yet he never truly experienced death.

But today, he experienced it firsthand.

That feeling terrified him from the depths of his soul.

When Zhunti Daoist saw the tragic state of Jieyin, his face also turned pale.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Meng Chuan looked at Jieyin without a trace of pity in his eyes.

Then, he made his move again.

This time, his target is Zhunti.

The same palm strike, the same force, the same result.

Zhunti Daoist's body exploded with a bang.

A moment later, he came back to life, his face even more pale than Jieyin's.

His body was trembling, and his soul was trembling.

The agony of that kind of death nearly drove him to the brink of collapse.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan... have mercy..."

The Daoist Zhunti spoke, his voice hoarse and trembling, "We... truly know we were wrong..."

His tone was pleading.

The dignified Heavenly Saint, the second leader of the Western Sect, was now begging for mercy from Meng Chuan like a humble beggar.

The Guide Daoist also spoke up: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan... as long as you can calm down, my fellow disciples and I will do anything you ask..."

His voice also carried a pleading tone.

In order to survive, and to avoid experiencing the pain of death again, they were willing to temporarily set aside all dignity.

Looking at the two of them like this, Meng Chuan's eyes flashed with disdain.

"A Heavenly Saint? Immortal and indestructible?"

He sneered, "Nothing special!"

Then, he killed Jieyin and Zhunti twice each.

Each time, they were made to truly experience the pain of death.

Each time, their fear intensified.

When Meng Chuan finally stopped, Jieyin and Zhunti were already slumped on the ground, trembling all over and pale.

Their eyes were filled with fear.

That fear was deep in my bones and etched into my soul.

"I've got it."

Meng Chuan looked at the two of them and said calmly, "If you dare to provoke me again, it won't be as simple as just dying a few times."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the sky above Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin and Zhunti slumped to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Their hearts were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, and a deep-seated fear.

……

When Nuwa returned to the Demon Court, the Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were standing side by side in the hall, their faces solemn.

They naturally sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the direction of Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea—

That aura surpassed even the Heavenly Dao Saints and the Earthly Dao Saints, and seemed to make the entire prehistoric world tremble!

When Nuwa's figure landed in the Lingxiao Palace, Dijun hurriedly stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting: "Empress Nuwa, that aura..."

His voice carried a hint of trepidation, as he sought confirmation from the other party.

Taiyi stood to the side, his eyes fixed on Nuwa, waiting for her answer.

Nuwa looked at the two of them and nodded: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan has already attained the Primordial Chaos and become a Great Dao Saint."

Although they were mentally prepared, Di Jun and Tai Yi still couldn't help but change their expressions when Nuwa said those words!

The expressions of the high-ranking members of the Demon Court behind them also changed.

After a long while, Di Jun finally came to his senses, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

"Proving the Dao to its primordial state... proving the Dao through force... he actually took that step..."

His voice was filled with bitterness, shock, and overwhelming fear.

Taiyi's face was as pale as paper.

It's important to know that he and Meng Chuan had quite a few conflicts back then, whether it was the conflict caused by Houtu, or his attack on Meng Chuan after the three lectures at Zixiao Palace, or even his alliance with others against Meng Chuan during the Lich War...

Those things are fine if Meng Chuan doesn't dwell on them, but if he does...

"Nuwa..."

Taiyi spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Meng Chuan has become a Great Dao Saint... surely he wouldn't hold a grudge against the past and attack me, would he?"

His tone carried a mixture of hope and trepidation.

Nuwa glanced at him and shook her head again: "It's hard to say."

Taiyi's expression instantly turned even more unpleasant.

"What if he really attacks me? Would Nuwa protect me?"

He asked again, his voice tinged with urgency.

Nuwa smiled wryly, "I can't protect her."

She paused, then continued, "Although we haven't seen him make a move after his breakthrough, judging from the aura he exuded after breaking through... let alone me, even if I joined forces with all the Heavenly Dao Saints, plus the Earthly Dao Saints Zhen Yuanzi and Styx, I'm afraid we wouldn't be his match."

"Even a teacher who has reached the level of the Heavenly Dao would likely be far from being his match!"

Upon hearing this, Taiyi's face fell completely!

Cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Even Nuwa said she couldn't protect him, so wouldn't he just have to wait to die?

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the other demon race Great Saints were also feeling threatened.

Kunpeng stood in the corner, his face even more grim than Taiyi's.

His grudge against Meng Chuan back then was no small matter!

Hongyun's death can be said to have been orchestrated by him!

If Meng Chuan wants to settle old scores, he will definitely be the first to be targeted!

"It's over... it's over..."

Kunpeng muttered to himself, his body trembling violently, his heart filled with fear.

He never imagined that the boy who was only a late-stage Quasi-Saint before his disappearance could have reached this point today!

……

The ancestral home of the Wu tribe.

Unlike the gloomy atmosphere in the Demon Court, this place was filled with jubilation.

When that terrifying aura came from the direction of Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea, the great shamans who remained in the ancestral land stopped what they were doing and looked up in that direction.

Their faces showed expressions of shock and ecstasy.

"It's Lord Meng Chuan... he has truly attained the Primordial Dao!"

Xing Tian gripped his axe and shield tightly, threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Hahaha! Good! Very good!"

Da Yi stood to the side, a rare smile on his face: "He proved his Dao through force! After Pangu, he is the first!"

Gonggong was so excited he trembled: "I knew it! I knew Lord Mengchuan would succeed!"

Chi You, Kua Fu, Jiu Feng...

One by one, the great shamans spoke up, expressing their excitement and admiration.

Many of them had fought alongside Meng Chuan in the Lich War and witnessed his strength and courage firsthand!

Now that Meng Chuan has attained the Primordial Dao, they are genuinely happy for him!

Deep within the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, in a courtyard nestled against the mountains and beside the water, Meng Chuan's family and friends were all discussing the same matter.

Meng Shanhe and Wang Xiulan stood in the courtyard, looking at the strange celestial phenomenon in the direction of the East China Sea that had not yet completely dissipated, their faces filled with bewilderment and worry.

"That direction... is that where Chuan'er is in seclusion?"

Wang Xiulan tugged at her husband's sleeve, her voice tinged with anxiety, "That commotion just now...was it Chuan'er who made it?"

Meng Shanhe frowned and remained silent, but the worry in his eyes betrayed his feelings.

Just then, Meng Xiaoyu strode out of the house, her face filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Dad! Mom! My brother did it!"

Her voice trembled slightly, "He has attained the Primordial Dao!"

Meng Shanhe and Wang Xiulan exchanged a glance, both looking somewhat bewildered.

"What does 'attaining the Dao of Hunyuan' mean?"

Wang Xiulan couldn't help but ask.

Meng Xiaoyu then realized that her parents didn't understand the cultivation system of the prehistoric world, and quickly explained, "Attaining the Dao of Hunyuan is the same as becoming a saint! It's the same principle as becoming a Great Emperor on our Blue Star!"

"The Emperor?!"

Xiao Yan happened to walk out of the courtyard next door and, upon hearing Meng Xiaoyu's words, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "You mean... Meng Chuan... he's now a Great Emperor level expert?!"

His voice was filled with unbelievable shock!

Luo Feng followed closely behind, gasping in astonishment: "And, he's a Great Emperor who follows the path of the Law of Power?"

Meng Xiaoyu smiled and nodded: "That's right! To attain the Primordial Dao through the Law of Power is called a 'Great Dao Saint' in the prehistoric world, and in our land, he's the Great Emperor of Power!"

"Oh My God……"

Xiao Yan plopped down on a stone bench in the courtyard, completely stunned. "Meng Chuan... my classmate, my buddy... he actually became an emperor?"

Your Majesty!

That's someone who stands at the very top of the entire universe's pyramid!

Luo Feng took a deep breath, trying to calm the shock in his heart: "The Emperor of Power... the Law of Power... the head of the Three Thousand Laws... this guy is getting more and more monstrous!"

Lin Wan'er and Zhao Lingxuan also came out of their respective rooms. After hearing Meng Xiaoyu's explanation, they were both so excited that they couldn't speak.

They were Meng Chuan's personal disciples. Their teacher had attained the Primordial Dao, so they were naturally happy for him!

Yan Qing's parents stood to the side, their faces also filled with excitement.

Although they didn't quite understand what a Great Emperor or Hunyuan meant, they knew that after Mr. Meng Chuan became a Great Emperor, he would be sent to the place where his daughter had gone, and there was hope that he would reunite with his daughter.

Their daughter is trapped in the wilderness and hasn't returned to Earth; they must be very worried about them.

If Mr. Meng Chuan could reunite with his daughter, he could tell her that they are doing well now and there is no need for her to worry.

They will wait for her to come back.

……

After leaving Mount Sumeru, Meng Chuan went to Mount Kunlun.

Inside the Jade Void Palace, Yuanshi sensed Meng Chuan's aura reappear, his body stiffened abruptly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Meng Chuan... what else do you want?!"

He looked at Meng Chuan, his voice carrying a hint of bravado but underlying weakness.

Meng Chuan did not answer, but made another move.

This time, he killed Yuanshi three times.

Each time, it made Yuan Shi experience the pain of being worse than dead.

After three times, Yuanshi collapsed onto the cloud bed, drenched in sweat, his face as pale as paper, and his breathing rapid and disordered.

His eyes were filled with fear and resentment.

Meng Chuan stepped forward, grabbed Yuan Shi's hair, and dragged him off the cloud bed like a dead dog.

"What...what are you going to do?!"

Yuanshi was terrified and struggled desperately, but his struggles were meaningless in Meng Chuan's hands.

Meng Chuan did not answer, but simply dragged him towards the outside of Yuxu Palace.

Yuan Shi was dragged along by Meng Chuan, stumbling and bumping along the mountain path of Kunlun Mountain, looking utterly disheveled.

Countless disciples of the Chan Sect were stunned by what they saw.

Their sect leader, the lofty and supreme Yuanshi Tianzun, was being dragged along like a dead dog?!

This is an absolute disgrace!

But none of them dared to step forward to stop him, and could only watch helplessly as Meng Chuan dragged Yuan Shi away.

Vice-leader Randeng hid in a corner, trembling with fear!

At first, Yuan Shi didn't take it seriously.

He felt that Meng Chuan would at most kill him a few more times and humiliate him.

Since the Heavenly Saint is immortal and indestructible, Meng Chuan can't do anything to him.

However, when Meng Chuan dragged him to the interdimensional teleportation array hidden deep in the mountains, Yuan Shi's expression finally changed.

He could sense that the teleportation array contained an extremely powerful spatial law.

Is this an interdimensional teleportation array?

"Meng Chuan... what are you going to do?!"

There was a hint of panic in Yuanshi's voice.

Meng Chuan looked at him and sneered, "What for? Of course, I'm trying to see if I can take you away from the prehistoric world."

His voice was calm, yet it sent a chill down Yuanshi's spine.

"If I take you away from the primordial world, away from the protection of the primordial heavenly Dao, and then kill you... you probably won't be able to revive, right?"

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi's face turned deathly pale!

"No...you can't do that!"

The voice of the Primordial Beginning was filled with unprecedented fear: "Meng Chuan! You can't! I am a Heavenly Saint! I am the embodiment of Pangu's primordial spirit! You can't do this to me!"

He struggled desperately, trying to break free from Meng Chuan's control...

But his struggles were futile in the face of Meng Chuan's absolute power!