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

Meng Chuan paused, glancing sideways.

The Styx Ancestor had arrived ten feet away at some unknown time, his blood-red robe billowing, the Yuan Tu A Bi sword at his waist trembling slightly, and his scarlet eyes fixed intently on him—

More precisely, they were staring at the remnant of the God-Slaying Spear deep within his dantian.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, what is it?" Meng Chuan asked calmly.

"Let's not beat around the bush." ​​Styx licked his lips, a glint of greed in his eyes. "You possess the remains of the God-Slaying Spear. And the other half of that spear is in my possession."

His voice was low and chilling: "This spear is the treasure born of the Demon Ancestor Rahu, unparalleled in its killing power, but its power has been greatly reduced after it was broken. Only by reassembling it can its true power be revealed."

"Fellow Daoist, cultivation is not easy. How about you give this broken spear to me?" A bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes. "If you are unwilling... your life may be in danger."

The threat was made without any attempt to conceal it.

The Styx River is a primordial god-demon born from slaughter, and it is wicked and ruthless.

If it weren't for the fact that this is Zixiao Palace, they would have already taken action to seize it by force.

The reason for speaking kindly at this moment is simply to avoid creating unnecessary complications.

He had his own confidence—his cultivation was at the late stage of the Great Luo realm, and with the help of Yuan Tu A Bi, dealing with the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm would be a piece of cake.

Meng Chuan's eyes turned slightly cold.

The remains of the God-Slaying Spear have been completely refined and are now in harmony with my own killing principles. It is an important trump card, so how can I give it up?

As for the threat...

What is there for him to fear from a mere late-stage Great Luo?

"What if I say no?" Meng Chuan asked slowly.

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless." Styx revealed his killing intent, and his body erupted with blood-red light. Yuan Tu Abi was drawn half an inch from its sheath, and terrifying killing intent locked onto Meng Chuan!

"Once you leave Zixiao Palace, the chaos will be your final resting place."

However, before he could finish speaking—

"He is mine."

A calm, clear, yet authoritative female voice rang out from not far away.

Hou Tu took a step forward and was already beside Meng Chuan, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

Barefoot on the ground, his hempen robe fluttered slightly.

Her calm eyes looked at the River Styx, devoid of joy or sorrow, yet possessing a massive, overwhelming pressure that seemed to weigh down the heavens and earth!

"You're going to hurt him?"

Styx's expression changed, and the blood-red light around him was momentarily suppressed by this oppressive force.

He was then startled to realize that, without his noticing, the four ancestral witches—Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and Ru Shou—had silently surrounded him, trapping him inside.

Although the four Ancestral Witches did not cultivate their primordial spirit and could not suppress others with their Daoist aura like Houtu, their pure and domineering aura was like four ancient volcanoes erupting with a roar!

The qi and blood surged into the sky, stirring up the remaining Daoist energy within the palace!

As Zhu Jiuyin's four wings fluttered slightly, the surrounding air seemed to freeze in time.

Zhu Rong was engulfed in flames, which burned away the void.

Beneath Gonggong's feet, black water surged, and a chilling aura permeated the air.

Ru Shou's body was surrounded by dazzling golden light, its sharpness unmatched.

Four late-stage Grand Luo Ancestral Witches who cultivate only the physical body and not the primordial spirit, plus Houtu, who cultivates both the primordial spirit and the physical body and has also reached the late-stage Grand Luo!

Five against one!

Styx's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

No matter how arrogant he was, he wouldn't dare say he could simultaneously withstand the combined attack of five Ancestral Witches.

Moreover, Houtu had just broken through to the Dao, and her profound Daoist aura gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, this is a private matter between me and Fellow Daoist Mengchuan..." Styx forced a laugh.

"His affairs are my affairs." Houtu interrupted him, her voice calm but resolute. "If you touch him, you will be making an enemy of my Wu clan."

Styx's throat was dry, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

He could feel that the aura of the five ancestral witches had completely locked onto him.

The slightest disturbance will be met with a thunderous strike!

"Ah... misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

Styx laughed twice, the blood-red light around him receded, and the Yuan Tu Abi was sheathed.

"I was just joking, how could I really harm Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan? Since Fellow Daoist is a disciple of the Ancestral Witch Houtu, then let's drop this matter, let it drop..."

He spoke as he backed away, his eyes scanning the five men warily.

Seeing that no one was stopping him, Styx suddenly transformed into a blood-red light, pushing his speed to the limit, and fled hastily outside the palace, disappearing in an instant.

His disheveled state was a stark contrast to his earlier arrogant and threatening demeanor; he was a completely different person.

Once her aura had completely dissipated, Houtu withdrew her oppressive aura and looked at Meng Chuan.

The four ancestral witches also withdrew their energy. Zhu Rong grinned: "That little blood snake, it slipped away quickly."

Zhu Jiuyin looked at Meng Chuan and said in a deep voice, "Kid, you've got quite a knack for causing trouble."

Meng Chuan cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, ancestral witches, for your help."

"No need for thanks. Since Houtu has spoken, we naturally side with her." Gonggong waved his hand, not taking it to heart.

Ru Shou said to Hou Tu, "Sister, the matter is settled, it's time to go back. Our elder brother is still waiting for us at Buzhou Mountain."

Houtu nodded and said to Meng Chuan, "Minghe is a vengeful and ruthless man. Although he has retreated today, he will surely seek revenge in the future. You... be careful."

"I understand." Meng Chuan looked at her. The awkwardness of not seeing each other for four thousand years quietly melted away at this moment. "Thank you."

Houtu shook her head slightly, said no more, and turned to leave with the four Ancestral Witches.

"Houtu".

Meng Chuan suddenly spoke.

Houtu paused, turned around to look at him.

"It's been many years," Meng Chuan said slowly, gazing into her calm eyes, "How have you been?"

Houtu remained silent for a moment, then nodded gently: "It's alright."

"I..." Meng Chuan paused, "Now that I've reached the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, perhaps... I'm qualified to visit you at the ancestral land of the Wu tribe on Buzhou Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, who were standing nearby, looked over with strange expressions.

A hint of amusement seemed to appear on Zhu Jiuyin's chaotic, faceless face.

Houtu's eyes rippled slightly as she met Meng Chuan's calm and resolute gaze, and finally nodded gently.

"When you wish to come, bring the first bone fragment I gave you, and you will be able to travel freely throughout the ancestral land of my Wu tribe."

Having said that, she did not linger. She and the four Ancestral Witches transformed into five streams of light, rushed out of Zixiao Palace, and disappeared into the chaos.

Meng Chuan stood there, gazing in the direction they had gone. After a long while, a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

He looked down at his palm.

The first bone fragment, which she had always kept close to her and which was given to her by Houtu, was radiating a warm and gentle feeling.

The first sermon at Zixiao Palace has come to an end.

He has successfully entered the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm. In this primordial world, he finally has a foothold!

Next-

Meng Chuan looked out at the chaos outside the palace, his gaze falling on the Netherworld Blood Sea, his eyes shining brightly.

"Styx, late-stage Grand Luo... is he very strong?"

"You want to reforge the God-Slaying Spear? Coincidentally... I also want to complete this spear!"

With a thought, Meng Chuan took out the Qiankun Ruler and vanished into the void.

When it reappeared, it was already above the Netherworld Blood Sea.