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

Meng Chuan stood on the cloud, gazing at the woman in white before him, his mind blank.

She wore a plain white dress, her long black hair simply tied back, a few strands of hair blowing in the wind, brushing against her delicate face.

Her appearance was exactly as he remembered—her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, her temperament gentle, yet she carried a hint of serenity after experiencing the vicissitudes of life.

The only difference was the aura emanating from her.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

It wasn't the mid-level saint he knew, nor the powerful Houtu who fought alongside him in the divine realm and plotted for the independence of the underground world.

Instead, she was Houtu, who only had the cultivation level of a quasi-saint.

Logically speaking, Houtu, in this primordial world that follows a normal historical trajectory, shouldn't know him.

But her words were like a boulder, crashing into the calm lake of his heart—

"What are you doing here?"

It's not "Who are you?" but "How did you get here?"

Meng Chuan's brows furrowed slowly, his gaze fixed on the woman in white before him: "Do you know me?" Hou Tu did not answer directly.

She looked up and scrutinized Meng Chuan, her eyes filled with a mixture of scrutiny, expectation, and a complex mix of emotions that were hard to define.

A moment later, she spoke, and her second question made Meng Chuan's heart skip a beat:

"Are you still a high-ranking saint?"

A supreme sage!

These four words struck Meng Chuan like a thunderbolt.

In the primordial world, there was no such concept as "higher saint"!

In this world, the distinction between saints is quite simple—

The Heavenly Saint is the pinnacle of cultivation.

Above the six Heavenly Saints is Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who has merged with the Heavenly Dao.

There are no other classifications besides these.

The concept of "Higher Saint" only existed in the divine realm he and Houtu had once shared! Meng Chuan's pupils contracted slightly, and his voice became serious: "How do you know about 'Higher Saint'?"

Houtu did not answer immediately upon hearing this.

She stared at Meng Chuan for a long time, as if confirming something, and then she let out a long sigh of relief.

That breath seemed to have been suppressed for countless years.

Her shoulders relaxed slightly, a relieved glint flashed in her eyes, and her voice softened considerably:

"I never thought you would appear in this primordial world..."

Meng Chuan's brows furrowed even deeper.

Looking at Houtu, who was only at the Quasi-Saint level, a bold guess arose in his mind.

That guess was too far-fetched, but it is currently the only reasonable explanation.

"...Houtu?"

He tentatively called her name.

Houtu raised her head, met his gaze, and a long-lost smile appeared on her lips. "It's me."

She said softly, "I am Houtu, the one who left the world of gods with you."

Meng Chuan remained silent for a long time.

He stood on a cloud, letting the gale blow his robes, his gaze complex as he looked at the woman in white before him.

Although he already had a guess in his mind, he still felt a moment of disorientation when she confirmed it with her own words.

"Your strength..."

"That's all."

Houtu's voice was calm, as if she were stating something unrelated to herself, "I currently only have the cultivation of a peak Quasi-Saint. I haven't brought over any of the strength of a mid-level Saint."

She paused, then added, "All I brought with me were memories."

Meng Chuan frowned.

He didn't immediately ask any questions, but instead released his divine sense to carefully examine Houtu inside and out.

Confirmed. Her soul essence is indeed that of Houtu, who left the divine realm with him, not the original Houtu of this primordial world.

But her physical body is that of Houtu from this primordial world.

in other words--

She was a "soul transmigrated" from another world.

"When did this happen?"

Meng Chuan asked, "When did you come to this world? What is the timeline of this world...?"

Houtu remained silent for a moment, her gaze becoming somewhat distant.

"About... three hundred years ago."

Three hundred years.

Meng Chuan's brows furrowed even more.

Three hundred years is several lifetimes for an ordinary person.

But for a being like Houtu, three hundred years is not a long time. However, these three hundred years were clearly not easy for her.

"I was also very confused when I first came into this world."

Houtu said with a wry smile, "I clearly remember that we just left the Divine Realm... but in the blink of an eye, we were separated. Then, I became another Houtu, in a completely unfamiliar prehistoric world."

"More importantly—I've lost all my strength."

Her voice carried a hint of bitterness, "Going from a mid-level saint to a quasi-saint... is like... a bird that is used to flying suddenly having its wings broken, and can only stagger forward on the ground."

Meng Chuan listened in silence without interrupting her.

"I was very panicked at the beginning."

Houtu continued, "I don't know what happened, I don't know where you went, and I don't know why I came here. I tried to find you, but I couldn't find you no matter how long I searched. I even thought for a moment that you might have been left behind in that broken world..."

Her voice trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Later, I gradually calmed down and began to sort out the situation of this world. I discovered that this was a primordial world operating according to a 'normal historical trajectory'—the 'orthodox primordial history' that you once told me about."

Meng Chuan's eyes flickered slightly.

He did indeed speak to Houtu. In the primordial world he had altered, he had explained to Houtu the context of the Investiture of the Gods and orthodox primordial mythology.

It was originally just to help her better understand how the world works; I never imagined that this knowledge would come in handy today.

"So, you still remember what I told you before?"

"Of course I remember."

Houtu nodded. "I know that we are in the final stages of the Lich War, I know that after Yi shoots down the suns, the Lich and Demon races will clash in a final battle, I know that the Lich race will be defeated, I know that I will..."

She paused, her voice lowering, "In the primordial world where the original trajectory is known, I will transform myself into reincarnation."

Meng Chuan's pupils contracted.

Transform your body into the cycle of reincarnation.

This is the original destiny trajectory of Houtu in this world.

After the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, Houtu witnessed that all living beings in the world had nowhere to go after death, and their souls wandered between heaven and earth. Out of compassion, she transformed herself into the six realms of reincarnation and guarded the underworld from then on, unable to be free.