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

Meng Chuan traveled through the chaos, heading towards the Purple Cloud Palace.

Chaotic and hazy, boundless and limitless.

The air currents rolled and tore like billions of gray pythons, with earth, water, fire and wind appearing intermittently, transforming into a violent vortex that shredded everything.

With time and space in chaos and all directions lost, only the faint light of the Daoist aura of Zixiao Palace guides all beings.

Meng Chuan stood on the edge of the primordial barrier, gazing into the distance.

Many figures were already struggling forward amidst the chaos.

Most of them are Golden Immortals.

Some people summoned acquired spiritual treasures to protect themselves, and the light of these treasures flickered uncertainly under the impact of the airflow.

Some manifest a thousand-foot-tall Dharma form, yet in the chaos, they sway like a lone boat.

Several people, traveling in formation, managed to maintain their balance.

Even so, many early-stage Golden Immortals with unstable foundations were still swallowed by the vortex, their screams abruptly ceasing as their bodies and souls were annihilated.

In the early stages of the Golden Immortal realm, one could barely be considered a powerful figure in the prehistoric world at that time—the Dragon-Han Tribulation and the conflict between Dao and Demon had destroyed too many powerful individuals.

But in this chaotic outer world, it is like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Meng Chuan withdrew his gaze and took a step forward.

With his cultivation level as a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he does not need the protection of a spiritual treasure.

This chaotic path, which would be a matter of life and death for even a Golden Immortal in the early stages, was nothing more than a leisurely stroll for him.

He was not fast, but extremely steady, covering a thousand miles in a single step, traversing the chaos.

Along the way, he saw more Golden Immortals struggling to move forward.

An old Taoist priest with white hair presented a tortoise shell covered in cracks, his face pale and his eyes filled with despair.

As Meng Chuan passed by, he casually flicked his wrist, sending a wisp of pure light from the Primordial Golden Cauldron to stabilize the tortoise shell.

The old Taoist priest was taken aback. Looking up, he saw the figure in the green robe had already vanished a thousand miles away. He quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, senior!"

Meng Chuan did not turn around.

He also witnessed a Golden Immortal fighting fiercely over a strange, randomly passing chaotic object, only to perish in the ensuing gust of air, and the object vanished without a trace.

Another demon immortal appeared, revealing his true form as a thousand-foot-long azure phoenix. His wings withstood the chaotic gale, feathers flying everywhere and blood dripping from his wounds, yet he stubbornly pressed forward.

The myriad forms of life make the pursuit of truth difficult.

Meng Chuan remained unmoved and continued on his way.

The deeper you go, the more violent the chaotic currents become, and the more turbulent the spacetime becomes.

There are very few people in the early stage of Golden Immortal. Those who can get here are at least in the middle stage of Golden Immortal, or in the early stage of Golden Immortal who possess great treasures.

But Meng Chuan's speed actually increased.

Because ahead, a figure that truly caught his attention appeared.

It was an old man with a simple and ancient face, dressed in a yin-yang Taoist robe, riding the wind, with an air of otherworldly elegance.

Wherever it passed, the chaotic air currents naturally parted, and the earth, water, fire, and wind calmed down, as if even chaos itself made way for it.

Lao Tzu.

The foremost of the Three Pure Ones, a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Meng Chuan's gaze narrowed slightly, but he did not approach, only nodding in greeting from afar.

Laozi seemed to sense something, turned his head and looked over. His gaze lingered on Meng Chuan for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Then, he regained his composure, nodded slightly, and continued on his way.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chuan met Yuan Shi.

With his hands behind his back and his head held high, Yuanshi walked forward in the Jade Pure Immortal Light, illuminating the chaos.

His face was dignified, and his aura was flowing with Daoist energy; he was a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

As Meng Chuan passed by, Yuan Shi's gaze fell upon him.

First came doubt, then disbelief and shock, and finally a chilling gloom.

He hadn't forgotten the old grudges from Kunlun.

Back then, he was just a junior True Immortal, but in just a few thousand years, he has already attained the Great Luo Realm?

Such a speed of cultivation is simply terrifying!

A cold glint flashed in Yuanshi's eyes, but he ultimately did not retaliate.

This is the road to Zixiao Palace. The Daoist Ancestor is about to preach, so it is not advisable to cause trouble.

He snorted coldly, turned his head away, and refused to look at Meng Chuan again.

Meng Chuan remained calm, but a sense of vigilance had already arisen in his heart.

Yuan Shi is a narrow-minded and vindictive person; one must be careful in the future.

After traveling a while longer, a clear and melodious sword cry came from ahead.

A streak of azure sword light tore through the chaos, covering a thousand miles in an instant.

Amidst the gleaming light of the Qingping Sword, a young Taoist priest stood with his hands behind his back, his brows sharp and piercing – it was none other than Tongtian.

Tongtian also saw Meng Chuan.

He was taken aback, and with a flash of sword light, he was already a hundred feet in front of Meng Chuan.

"Young... Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan?"

Tongtian looked Meng Chuan up and down, his surprise growing stronger. "It hasn't been that long since we last met, and you've already attained the Great Luo realm?"

He remembered clearly that when they first met at Kunlun Mountain, Meng Chuan was only a True Immortal. Although he had some good fortune and obtained the Qiankun Ruler, he was still no different from an ant in his eyes.

But now...

Great Golden Immortal!

How many years has it been?

All told, it's only been a little over four thousand years.

Tongtian himself was transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, with a profound foundation. His transformed form was that of a Great Luo Immortal, but he has only reached the mid-stage of the Great Luo Immortal realm so far.

Meng Chuan, whose innate Dao physique had no special background, actually broke through from True Immortal to Great Luo in such a short time!

This can no longer be explained by "extraordinary talent".

"I've managed to make a breakthrough by sheer luck; I apologize for making you laugh, Fellow Daoist Tongtian," Meng Chuan said, cupping his hands in a calm tone.

"Just luck?" Tongtian shook his head, his admiration deepening. "If this is just luck, then 99% of the cultivators in the prehistoric world could just find a block of tofu and smash their heads against it."

He is straightforward; he appreciates what he appreciates and dislikes what he dislikes, never hiding his feelings.

Meng Chuan's ability to cultivate to the Great Luo realm in such a short time, regardless of the means he used, proves that his temperament, opportunities, and perseverance are all top-notch.

Meng Chuan was slightly taken aback. Tofu already existed in the prehistoric world at this time?

"Fellow Daoist, have you come here to hear the Dao Ancestor preach?" Tongtian asked.

"Indeed." Meng Chuan nodded. "I suppose you feel the same way, fellow Daoist?"

"Of course," Tongtian laughed. "The Dao Ancestor's ascension to sainthood and the exposition of the Primordial Great Dao is an unprecedented event in the creation of the world; how could we miss it?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Now that you have attained the Great Luo realm, if you have the time in the future, you are welcome to come to Kunlun to discuss the Dao with me."

This is clearly an act of goodwill.

Meng Chuan cupped his hands again: "Thank you, fellow Daoist. I will definitely visit you and seek your guidance in the future."

Tongtian laughed heartily, said no more, and with another flash of sword light, disappeared into the distance.

Meng Chuan watched him leave, feeling a warmth in his heart.

Among the Three Pure Ones, Laozi is inactive, Yuanshi is narrow-minded, and only Tongtian is genuine and open-minded, making him a truly worthy friend.

move on.

Deep within the chaos, the number of cultivators gradually increased, and each of them possessed a powerful aura, at least at the Taiyi level, with many others at the Daluo level.

Meng Chuan met Di Jun and Tai Yi.

The two walked side by side.

Emperor Jun was dressed in a golden robe, with a majestic face, surrounded by phantom stars, and exuded a vast and powerful aura.

Taiyi was dressed in crimson gold armor, looking heroic and upright, and held an ancient-looking small bell in his hand.

The bell is engraved with the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind, and the aura it emits causes the surrounding chaos to tremble slightly.

The Chaos Bell!

It is widely recognized as the foremost of the three great treasures created at the beginning of time, a treasure that combines both offense and defense!

Meng Chuan's gaze lingered on the small bell for a moment, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

At this time, Taiyi was still living in seclusion on the Sun Star. His cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, but with the Chaos Bell, he was probably already one of the top combat forces in the current prehistoric world.

According to the normal history of the primordial world, in the future great calamity of the Lich King, this person was a ruthless individual who single-handedly withstood several Ancestral Witches and caused the heavens and earth to change color.

After reaching the peak of Quasi-Saint, he was recognized as "the number one attacker below Saints", which shows his bravery!