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

Above the clouds, Meng Chuan withdrew his divine sense.

His expression was somewhat subtle.

"Jieyin and Zhunti..."

He murmured the two names, a playful smile playing on his lips. "They're really quick."

Houtu, standing beside him, also witnessed the scene through her divine sense. Her brow furrowed: "They took that little golden crow away...what are they planning to do?"

"Raising Gu poison."

Meng Chuan's answer was concise and clear.

"Raising Gu poison?"

"That little golden crow is the son of Di Jun and Xi He, the only survivor among the ten golden crows. It has the bloodline of the Demon Emperor flowing through its veins and is born with the original power of the true fire of the sun."

Meng Chuan slowly said, "Jieyin and Zhunti will take it back to Mount Sumeru and nurture it from a young age, instilling in it the philosophy of the Western Religion, so that it will develop a sense of belonging and gratitude towards the Western Religion—once it grows up, it will become a capable member of the Western Religion."

Houtu frowned even more deeply: "But...it's the Demon Emperor's son. If Dijun finds out his child has been taken away by the Western Sect, will he let it go?"

"Di Jun can't afford to worry about that right now." Meng Chuan shook his head. "His nine sons have just died, and all his anger is directed at the Wu Clan. He's only thinking about how to get revenge, and he has no energy to track down his last son."

"By the time he realizes what's happening, the little golden crow will have already been successfully brainwashed by the Western Sect. At that point, even if he goes to confront it, the little golden crow might not be willing to go back with him."

Houtu remained silent for a moment, then said softly, "Is this the method of a sage?"

"This is just the most basic operation."

Meng Chuan's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, "Why do you think those saints can be so high and mighty? It's not because of their high cultivation level, but because they know how to plan, how to scheme, and how to utilize all available resources."

"In their eyes, a fallen golden crow prince is nothing more than a pawn to be cultivated."

As he finished speaking, Meng Chuan turned his gaze back to the direction of Mount Sumeru.

Deep within Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti were placing the little golden crow in a spiritual pool.

The spirit pool contains pure Western Geng metal energy, which gently nourishes the little golden crow's injuries.

Zhunti stood by the pool, looking at the sleeping little golden crow in the pool, a meaningful smile on his face.

"Senior brother, what do you think... this little golden crow will grow to be?"

The guide stood beside him, hands clasped together, his face compassionate: "This child is exceptionally gifted, and possesses the bloodline of a demon emperor. If he can dedicate himself to cultivation, his future achievements will be limitless." "Limitless..."

Zhunti repeated the word, his smile deepening. "That's good, that's good."

He turned around, looked eastward, and his gaze became profound.

"The war between the Lich King and the Demon King is imminent, and chaos will ensue in the primordial world. Our Western region is barren and lacks talent, so this is a good opportunity to 'convert' more people who are destined to be saved."

"This little golden crow is just the first one."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a certain unwavering determination.

……

Meng Chuan withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention to the situation on Mount Sumeru.

To him, it was just a trivial matter that Jieyin and Zhunti took the little golden crow away.

Lu Ya Dao Ren—that was the future name of that little golden crow—was indeed a troublesome character during the Investiture of the Gods period; his Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife caused many people to suffer.

But in this era, it was nothing more than a fledgling bird that had just lost all its brothers and was still in shock.

Meng Chuan had no interest in it whatsoever. The only person he cared about was Hou Tu.

At Houtu's invitation, Meng Chuan returned to her cave with her.

The cave dwelling is located in a mountain range on the edge of the Wu tribe's territory. Its location is secluded and surrounded by multiple layers of restrictions, making it difficult to find unless one is specifically looking for it.

The cave dwelling is not luxurious, but it is clean and tidy.

The room was fully equipped with a stone chamber, an alchemy room, and a meditation room, with some unique spiritual herbs and minerals of the Wu tribe displayed in the corner.

Meng Chuan looked around and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, it's quite quiet."

Houtu poured him a cup of spiritual tea and handed it to him, saying, "You rest for a bit, I'll go and find out what's going on outside."

"No need to inquire further."

Meng Chuan took the teacup and casually remarked, "Things are chaotic outside right now. The demon race is amassing a massive army... At this rate, it won't be long before a full-scale war breaks out between the demons and the lich!"

Houtu paused, "So fast?"

"Hate is the best catalyst."

Meng Chuan took a sip of tea, his tone calm. "Di Jun lost nine sons; this is an irreconcilable hatred. If he could swallow this insult, he wouldn't be the Demon Emperor." Hou Tu was silent for a moment, then sat down opposite him. "Then what do you think the outcome of this war will be?"

"result?"

Meng Chuan put down his teacup, his gaze becoming somewhat distant. "The outcome was already predetermined—both sides suffered heavy losses and withdrew from the prehistoric stage. The demon race's heavenly court collapsed, the witch race was severely weakened, and the human race seized the opportunity to rise."

"This is the script of Heaven."

Houtu's fingers tightened slightly: "And what about me? In this script, my ending... is it really as you told me before?"

Meng Chuan looked at her and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly nodded: "I will become a part of the cycle of reincarnation, guarding the underworld, never to be free again."

Even though it wasn't the first time she'd heard of it, Houtu's body still couldn't help but tremble.

"I don't want to go down that path."

Her voice was soft, yet firm.

"Um."

Meng Chuan looked at her earnestly, "Don't worry, I won't let you go down that path." Hou Tu raised her head and met his gaze.

Their gazes met in the air, and silence spread through the cave.

After a long silence, Houtu asked softly, "What do you plan to do next?"

Meng Chuan did not answer immediately.

He stood up, walked to the cave entrance, and looked at the distant horizon dyed red by the setting sun.

In the sky, two enormous pillars of air could be vaguely seen slowly taking shape—

A blazing fire, that is the destiny of the demon race;

A thick, heavy aura, like the earth itself, represents the destiny of the Wu tribe.

The two pillars of air were constantly colliding and rubbing against each other, brewing a storm powerful enough to sweep across the entire prehistoric world.

"Let's wait and see."

Meng Chuan's voice was calm. "Let this scene play out for a while."

"When the time is right to make a move—" He turned around, his gaze slightly narrowed, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"I will certainly take action!"