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

Houtu slowly began to speak: "Actually, I have been making efforts over the years..."

"Just like in that original prehistoric world, I planned to build tunnels in advance..."

"I tried to plan ahead to save the witch clan from annihilation."

"But I soon realized that it was no longer possible at that stage!"

"Hongjun, and even the six great Heavenly Dao Saints, have already gained significant influence!"

"The fate of the Wu Clan during this period was not merely a choice made by the Wu Clan themselves, but also part of the workings of Heaven. Hongjun needed the Wu Clan to withdraw from the stage of history to make way for the newly established Heavenly Court. How could I, a mere Quasi-Saint, possibly contend with Heaven's will?"

"Later, I considered undergoing reincarnation ahead of time to seize control of the Earthly Dao before the Heavenly Dao could make its arrangements. But that wouldn't work either—at that time, I wasn't familiar enough with the rules of this world, and acting rashly would only expose myself."

"Later, I thought about looking for you."

Houtu raised her head and looked at Meng Chuan. "I thought you might have also come to this world, but landed somewhere else. I spent nearly two hundred years traveling to every corner of the prehistoric world, inquiring about you—but to no avail."

"I'm starting to wonder if you never came into this world at all. Maybe you encountered some other trouble, or maybe you went somewhere else... I don't know."

Her voice was calm, but Meng Chuan could hear a deep-seated weariness hidden in that calmness.

Three hundred years. She searched alone for three hundred years in this strange world.

Lacking strength, without help, and without direction.

There is only a soul that does not belong to this world, and a memory that no one can tell.

I thought that after we reunited, we would never be apart again.

Unexpectedly, a remnant teleportation array in the Myriad Laws Hall of the Divine Realm once again caused them to part ways.

Later, I gave up looking for you.

Houtu's voice became calmer, "I began to focus on improving my strength, trying to break the deadlock on my own."

"But I soon discovered that the upper limit of this world had been locked by Hongjun—the peak of Quasi-Saint is the limit of my identity."

She gave a bitter laugh. "So, I'm stuck in a dead end."

"With my current strength, I cannot defy the Heavenly Dao. To gain greater strength, I must obtain Hongjun's approval. But Hongjun cannot approve of someone with ulterior motives—moreover, I am Houtu, a member of the Wu clan, and the one destined by the Heavenly Dao to undergo reincarnation."

"So, for the past three hundred years, I've been stuck here. I can't move forward or backward, I'm caught in a dilemma."

After she finished speaking, she let out a long breath, as if she had unloaded a burden that had weighed on her heart for many years. Then, she raised her head, looked at Meng Chuan, and a glimmer of light returned to her eyes.

"But now, you've come."

Her voice carried an undisguised joy, "Moreover, you've brought the strength of a high-level saint with you."

Meng Chuan remained silent for a moment, processing the information she had shared.

Then he spoke.

Do you know how I got here?

Houtu shook her head: "I don't know. I just sensed an extremely powerful aura suddenly appearing in this world. That aura was very similar to yours, so I rushed over to check—I didn't expect it to really be you."

Meng Chuan nodded, and then briefly recounted his experience.

From his entry into that altered primordial world, to his becoming the Imperial Tutor of the Great Shang Dynasty, to his conflict with the Chan Sect, to his slaying of Samantabhadra and defeating the five-man group led by Randeng, to his battle with Yuanshi Tianzun, to his drawing out Hongjun Daozu—

In the end, he was inspired by a sentence from Hongjun and decided to shatter the primordial chaos to find an opportunity to leave.

"...And then, I ended up here."

After Meng Chuan finished speaking, he shrugged and said, "That's how it happened." Hou Tu remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

Her expression was somewhat complex—a mixture of shock, realization, a hint of amusement, and a trace of worry.

"so……"

She spoke slowly, her voice somewhat strange, "You shattered that primordial world...?"

"almost."

Meng Chuan spoke casually, "I blasted a huge hole in the spatial barrier, and the whole world was collapsing. Then a force of time pulled me here, and that's how I ended up."

Houtu rubbed her temples, looking like she had a headache.

"Do you know that what you're doing could lead to the extinction of billions of living beings in that world?"

"Know."

Meng Chuan's answer was straightforward: "But I couldn't care less about that at the time."

Houtu looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then sighed: "Never mind, that world isn't my world anyway. I don't know any of the creatures there."

She paused, then asked, "How powerful was Hongjun in that world?" "Very powerful."

Meng Chuan gave a rare high evaluation: "After merging with the Heavenly Dao, he also incorporated the Earthly Dao into the Heavenly Dao, thus wielding two-thirds of the Great Dao's authority. When I fought him, I felt that his strength had reached the ceiling of a high-level saint—slightly stronger than me."

Houtu frowned: "So he couldn't keep you?"

"He can't keep me here."

Meng Chuan shook his head. "He doesn't dare to fight me to the death. Because he's afraid of shattering the Primordial World—he can't live without the Primordial World's support. Once the Primordial World is destroyed, he will lose the support of the Heavenly Dao and the Earthly Dao, and his strength will plummet. But I don't care."

Houtu nodded thoughtfully.

Then, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Wait a minute—you're saying that Hongjun in that world has already made the Earthly Path subservient to the Heavenly Path?"

"right."

"In other words, he wields two-thirds of the Great Dao's authority, making him slightly stronger than you, but still unable to defeat you?"

"right."

A radiant smile slowly bloomed on Houtu's face. That smile carried a ease and relief she hadn't felt in three hundred years.

"Then do you know what level Hongjun is at in this world?"

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow: "Tell me about it."

"The Hongjun of this world has not yet made the Earthly Path a vassal of the Heavenly Path."

Houtu said, word by word, "He currently only holds one-third of the power over the Great Dao."

Meng Chuan's eyes flashed.

"His strength is roughly equivalent to that of a top-tier mid-level saint—at most, that's about it."

Houtu's smile grew brighter and brighter, "And you—you are a superior saint."

"A high-level saint versus Hongjun, who is at most a mid-level saint at the peak."

She looked at Meng Chuan, her eyes gleaming. "What do you think the odds are?"

Meng Chuan remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Odds of winning?" He cracked his knuckles, a hint of lazy confidence in his voice. "I think we should rephrase the question—"

"How far could he run if he wanted to?"