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

Wild world.

In a courtyard in the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, Meng Shanhe was sitting under an old locust tree, holding a book he had brought from Earth, reading it with great interest.

Wang Xiulan was busy in the vegetable garden next door, holding a small hoe in her hand, loosening the soil in a row of vegetables.

The scene was so peaceful and serene that even Meng Chuan, who had just returned, was reluctant to break it.

Wang Xiulan was the first to discover him.

She looked up and saw her son standing at the courtyard gate. She was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Chuan'er? You're back? Come in quickly!"

Meng Shanhe also put down his book, looked up at him, and his eyes showed joy.

Meng Chuan walked into the yard, squatted down beside his mother, and looked at her work, smiling, "Mom, why are you growing vegetables yourself?"

Wang Xiulan waved her hand: "I'm just idling around anyway. The soil here is good, and the vegetables grown here are sweeter than those from Earth. Besides, I feel more at ease eating what I grow myself."

Meng Chuan smiled and didn't say anything more.

He knew that his parents were used to being busy, and they would feel uncomfortable if they had free time.

At this moment, Meng Xiaoyu hurried out of the house. Seeing Meng Chuan, her eyes lit up: "Brother! You're back? Is everything done?"

Meng Chuan nodded: "It's done."

Meng Xiaoyu noticed the strange look deep in his eyes, her smile faltered slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, she finally asked, "Brother... are you... leaving?"

Her voice was soft, but carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

A Great Dao Saint can only stay in the Primordial World for one month, something Meng Chuan had already told Meng Xiaoyu before.

Meng Chuan nodded: "Mm."

The atmosphere in the courtyard instantly quieted down.

Wang Xiulan put down her small hoe, and Meng Shanhe also put down his book. Both of their eyes fell on Meng Chuan.

"When are you leaving?" Meng Shanhe asked, his voice as calm as ever, but the fingers gripping the spine of the book tightened slightly.

"Ten days later," Meng Chuan answered truthfully.

"When are you coming back?" Wang Xiulan asked, her voice a little tense.

Meng Chuan answered honestly, "I don't know."

That time was unfamiliar to him; he knew nothing about it.

Wang Xiulan's eyes reddened, but she held back her tears.

She lowered her head, continuing to tend to the vegetable seedlings in her hands, her voice choked with emotion: "Then...then when you get over there, take good care of yourself..."

Looking at his mother's trembling shoulders, Meng Chuan felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

He stepped forward, gently put his arm around his mother's shoulder, and whispered, "Mom, don't worry. I'll take good care of myself. And before I leave, I'll arrange everything here."

Wang Xiulan nodded without saying anything.

Meng Shanhe also stood up, walked up to Meng Chuan, and patted him hard on the shoulder: "Don't be reckless out there, staying alive is the most important thing."

His voice remained calm, but a complex light flickered in his deep eyes.

That was pride, reluctance to part, and a father's blessing to his son.

For the next few days, Meng Chuan stayed in the ancestral land of the Wu tribe.

He accompanied his parents on a walk in the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, listening to them talk about the interesting things that happened in the prehistoric times;

He guided Meng Xiaoyu in her cultivation and helped her stabilize her early Quasi-Saint realm.

He taught Lin Wan'er and Zhao Lingxuan, answering their questions about cultivation;

He also visited Xiao Yan and Luo Feng, had a few drinks with them, and reminisced about his time at Lanxing School.

When he had nothing to do, Meng Chuan would go to Kunlun Mountain to "play" with Yuan Shi.

In the Jade Void Palace, Yuanshi sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, his face pale and his breath weak.

He went through an extremely difficult time during this period.

When Meng Chuan's figure appeared outside the Jade Void Palace, Yuan Shi's body stiffened abruptly, and a hint of barely concealed fear flashed in his eyes.

"Meng...Meng Chuan...what are you doing here again?!"

His voice trembled slightly.

Meng Chuan looked at him and smiled slightly: "Since I have nothing else to do, I'll keep you company for a while longer."

Yuan Shi's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He wanted to resist, to escape, but he could do nothing in front of Meng Chuan.

Moments later, his body exploded.

After being resurrected, he slumped onto the cloud bed, drenched in sweat, his breathing rapid and disordered.

These days, every single day, Meng Chuan appears in the Jade Void Palace and kills Yuan Shi again and again.

Sometimes it's fewer times, sometimes more times, and sometimes when I'm in the mood, I might even play dozens or hundreds of times.

The Primordial One went from initial anger and resentment to fear and despair, and finally to numbness and collapse.

He tried begging for mercy, tried to hide, tried to escape from Kunlun Mountain, but nothing worked!

Meng Chuan always manages to find him!

Each time he was killed, the real experience of death was clearly etched into the depths of his soul.

The pain, the fear, the helplessness tormented him day and night like a nightmare.

Seven days later, when Meng Chuan reappeared in the Jade Void Palace, Yuan Shi didn't even look up at him.

He simply curled up in the corner of the cloud bed, his body trembling slightly, uttering some incoherent murmurs.

His eyes were empty and unfocused, as if they had lost their focus.

Looking at him like this, Meng Chuan couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

A dignified Heavenly Saint, one of the Three Pure Ones transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, was actually killed by him and reduced to this state...

"It seems they've truly lost their nerve."

Meng Chuan lost interest and did not make another move, then turned and left Yuxu Palace.

Two days before setting off, Meng Chuan first went to Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea.

Inside Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Leader had already prepared spiritual wine and fruits, as if he knew he was coming.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, please have a seat."

The Tongtian Sect Leader greeted him with a smile, his tone as cheerful as ever.

Meng Chuan sat down opposite him, picked up his wine glass, and took a small sip.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, I will be leaving in two days."

He got straight to the point.

The smile on the Tongtian Sect Leader's face froze for a moment, then returned to normal: "So fast?"

Meng Chuan nodded: "The Primordial Great Dao only gave us one month. Judging by the timeline, it's about time."

The Tongtian Sect Leader sighed and raised his wine cup: "Then I will use this cup of wine to wish Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan a safe journey."

The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, after I leave, please take good care of my family and friends."

Meng Chuan put down his wine glass, looked at the Tongtian Sect Leader, and spoke solemnly.

The Tongtian Sect Leader nodded and replied solemnly, "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, rest assured. As long as I, Tongtian, am here, I will not allow your family and friends to suffer the slightest grievance."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan felt reassured and cupped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you."

After leaving Jin'ao Island, Meng Chuan went to Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain.

He and Zhen Yuanzi sat down under the ginseng fruit tree. Zhen Yuanzi personally brewed a pot of tea, the aroma of which filled the air and was very refreshing.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, the road ahead is unknown, so please be careful in everything you do."

Zhen Yuanzi pushed a cup of tea in front of Meng Chuan, his tone sincere.

Meng Chuan picked up the teacup, took a gentle sniff, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, after I leave, please take good care of my family and friends."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, rest assured. Although I am not very talented, I can still protect a few people."

After leaving Wuzhuang Temple, Meng Chuan went to the Netherworld Blood Sea.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, you've arrived."

The Styx Ancestor rarely showed a smile, though that smile was more like a grimace.

Meng Chuan nodded, and was then ushered into the hall and seated.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, I will be leaving the Primordial World in two days. I will need to trouble you to take good care of my family and friends."

Ancestor Styx nodded: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, rest assured. As long as I, Styx, remain in the Primordial World, I will never allow your family and friends to be harmed."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan felt a weight lifted from his heart.

With these three sages looking after him, plus the eleven ancestral witches including Dijiang of the Wu tribe, his family and friends should be safe in the prehistoric world.