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

Di Jun and Tai Yi also noticed Meng Chuan.

Before the first lecture at Zixiao Palace, the status of a Great Luo Golden Immortal was still very prestigious.

Their gazes swept over each other; Di Jun nodded slightly, while Tai Yi merely glanced at him briefly before looking away.

At this time, they were still cultivating in seclusion on the Sun Star. They had not been elected as leaders of the demon race, nor had they established a Heavenly Court. They did not yet have the titles of "Demon Emperor" or "Eastern Emperor".

After the sermon, the demon race was to be integrated. It wasn't until the three sermons ended and the Treasure Dividing Cliff was completed that the conflict between the witches and demons intensified. Hongjun issued an edict ordering the demon race to take charge of the heavens, and only then did they formally establish the Heavenly Court.

Meng Chuan then saw Nuwa and Fuxi.

Nuwa, with a human body and a snake tail, is sacred and solemn, exuding the charm of creation, making her approachable.

Fuxi, dressed in a white robe, was refined and gentle, holding a Bagua compass to deduce the secrets of heaven.

Both of them are at the early stage of the Great Luo realm, with profound Dao foundations and harmonious auras, indicating limitless potential for the future.

Further ahead, there is Zhen Yuanzi, holding a book on the ground with a kind face, and Hongyun, with a simple and honest smile surrounded by auspicious clouds.

The Earth Book dispersed the Qi of Earth, creating a pure land amidst the chaos.

This magical treasure is formed from the membrane of heaven and earth, and its defense is unparalleled.

In the future, this person will be known as the "Ancestor of Earthly Immortals," and with the help of the Earth Book, he will be recognized as "the best in defense below the level of a sage."

Hongyun smiled kindly at him.

Meng Chuan's heart skipped a beat... What a pity about this kind old man.

He said nothing more and continued on his way.

A streak of blood-red light pierced through the chaos at an extremely fast speed.

The old man in the blood-red robe had a sinister face and a chilling killing intent, with the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords hanging at his waist.

Ancestor of the Styx River.

The sea of ​​blood will never dry up, and the River Styx will never die!

He later founded the Asura Cult and established the Blood Sea Cult. With the Blood Sea Origin and billions of Blood God Children, he was one of the most indestructible beings in the prehistoric world—above the level of a saint, survival was paramount.

Styx's gaze lingered on Meng Chuan for a moment, especially on the murderous aura of the God-Slaying Spear, before accelerating and disappearing in front of him.

Afterwards, Meng Chuan saw the demon master Kunpeng transform into a roc spreading its wings, covering tens of thousands of miles in an instant;

The Western Guide and Cundi walked on golden lotuses, their faces filled with suffering;

There were also many unfamiliar faces, some with a gloomy aura, others with an imposing presence; none of them were ordinary people.

The sermons at Zixiao Palace gather the most outstanding beings from the primordial world.

Meng Chuan stopped hesitating and sped forward.

……

After an unknown period of time, the chaos ahead cleared up.

An ancient Taoist palace hangs quietly in the center of chaos; it is not large, yet it is like the source of all Tao.

We've arrived at Zixiao Palace.

Hundreds of cultivators were already outside the palace gates, whispering in twos and threes.

The Three Pure Ones stood at the forefront, while Di Jun, Tai Yi, Nuwa, Fuxi, Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, Styx, Kunpeng, Jieyin, and Zhunti also took their places, waiting for the gate to open.

Meng Chuan sat cross-legged in a secluded corner to regulate his breathing.

He could feel many eyes on him, this unfamiliar Luo—curious, inquisitive, surprised, and wary.

But his heart remained calm, waiting only for the palace gates to open and for the first sage of the primordial world to expound the Great Dao of Hunyuan.

Yuan Shi's gaze swept over them coldly once more, a chill passing through them.

Tongtian smiled at him and transmitted his voice, saying, "Fellow Daoist, just wait patiently. You will surely gain something from the Dao Ancestor's sermon."

Meng Chuan nodded slightly, no longer paying attention to the external disturbances.

The palace gates were nearly full of three thousand guests.

Meng Chuan sat cross-legged in the corner, but his mind was not completely at peace.

Four thousand years of arduous cultivation, slaying the dragon in the East Sea, and wandering alone in chaos—all can be faced with composure…

Only here, an irrepressible anticipation, like a delicate vine, entwines my heart.

Will she come?

Probably...

After all, she was the only Ancestral Witch who had cultivated the Primordial Spirit!

Just as the time for the sermon was about to expire and the aura was gradually solidifying, from the depths of chaos, several imposing figures carrying the aura of the wild land broke through the air currents and descended fiercely!

"They're here!"

Meng Chuan's heart trembled violently.

The leader was tall and slender, barefoot and dressed in hemp clothing, with his black hair loosely tied up with a bone hairpin, and his brows and eyes were as calm as a deep ancient pool.

Houtu.

Beside her were four other ancestral witches:

With a face like a yellow sac, red like cinnabar fire, six legs and four wings, and a chaotic, faceless form, it is the space ancestor witch whose speed is second only to Dijiang;

The one with the head of an animal and the body of a human, covered in red scales, with fire snakes piercing his ears and riding on a fire dragon, is Zhu Rong, the ancestral god of fire.

The one with a tiger's face, covered in golden scales, with wings growing from his shoulder blades, a snake piercing his left ear, and riding two dragons, is Ru Shou, the ancestor of metal.

The one with a python's head and a human body, covered in black scales, standing on a black dragon, and with a green python wrapped around his hands, is Gonggong, the ancestral sorcerer of water.

The four Ancestral Witches unleashed their powerful aura, their domineering and tyrannical pressure forcing dozens of Taiyi and Golden Immortals around them to retreat repeatedly, their faces turning pale.

All of them were at the late stage of the Great Luo realm, and were Ancestral Witches who focused on cultivating the physical body and did not value the primordial spirit, possessing extremely vigorous blood and qi!

Their arrival was like a boulder thrown into a lake, instantly drawing all eyes to them.

The Three Pure Ones glanced sideways, Di Jun and Tai Yi looked solemn, and Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, and others also cast inquiring glances.

Only Meng Chuan's gaze was fixed on one person.

Four thousand years.

She hasn't changed at all.

She was still barefoot, dressed in hemp clothing as before, and the bone hairpin in her hair seemed to be the same one from back then.

However, the Dao aura around him became increasingly profound and solid. Standing in the chaos, he seemed to be connected to the primordial earth, unshakable.

Mid-period of the Great Luo Dynasty.

Meng Chuan understood.

Among the twelve Ancestral Witches, only she possessed a primordial spirit, enabling her to comprehend the Great Dao.

With four thousand years of history, and with this foundation and mindset, it is not surprising to break through to the middle stage.

As if sensing his gaze, Houtu turned her head slightly, her gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Meng Chuan in the corner.

A faint, almost imperceptible ripple appeared in his calm eyes.

She saw him.

I saw the light in his eyes, suppressed for four thousand years, suddenly shining like a spark.

She also saw the restrained yet powerful aura of a Great Luo Immortal surrounding him, and the Daoist essence of the two spiritual treasures deep within her dantian that were closely connected to her...

Four thousand years, from Earth Immortal to Great Luo.

Such speed was something she had never witnessed in her long life.

She nodded slightly.

Meng Chuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart and was about to get up—

"when--!!"

The clear, melodious sound of the bell emanated from within the Purple Cloud Palace, resounding through the chaos and suppressing all other noises.

As the bell tolled, chaos subsided, and all things returned to order.