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

The heavens were deathly silent.

The six Heavenly Saints were suppressed in place and unable to move.

Laozi's face was ashen, Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes were gloomy, Tongtian Jiaozhu's brows were furrowed, Jieyin and Zhunti were filled with disbelief, and Nuwa was looking deeply at Meng Chuan with a complex expression in her eyes.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were completely stunned.

Although they were able to contend with the Heavenly Saints with the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, they could only contend with them.

Defeating even one Heavenly Saint is incredibly difficult, let alone suppressing six at once.

The young man in front of them, who looked quite young, accomplished something they wouldn't even dare to dream of with just a casual press.

Di Jiang took a deep breath, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you for your help, senior!"

Just then, a violent tremor suddenly came from the depths of the sky.

The tremor did not originate from the earth or the clouds, but from—the very Dao itself.

An aura far more vast and ancient than that of the six Heavenly Saints emanated from the deepest part of the sky.

A giant face appeared in the sky.

That face was old and dignified, and its eyes were like two bottomless ancient wells, as if they contained all the mysteries of the universe since its birth.

Hongjun!

The ruler of the Primordial Heavenly Dao, the teacher of six Heavenly Dao Saints, and the source of all Daos!

His appearance sent shivers down the spine of the entire prehistoric continent.

Countless creatures lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to even breathe.

Sensing their teacher's aura, the six Heavenly Saints simultaneously felt a flicker of shame and anticipation in their eyes—

It was shameful that even when they joined forces, they were still suppressed.

We are hoping that the teacher will step in and turn the situation around!

However, Hongjun's gaze did not fall on his disciples, but instead stared straight at Meng Chuan, who was standing on the shoulder of Pangu's phantom.

"Fellow Daoist," Hongjun's voice boomed like thunder across the heavens, echoing throughout the world, "why are you interfering in the affairs of the Lich King?"

Meng Chuan looked up at the enormous face in the sky, his expression unchanged: "I can interfere whenever I want, do I need a reason?"

Hongjun was silent for a moment: "Fellow Daoist, do you know that the Lich Tribulation is part of the operation of the Heavenly Dao? Forcibly intervening will only disrupt the order of the primordial world."

"The workings of the Heavenly Way?"

Meng Chuan laughed. "The 'Way of Heaven' you're talking about, isn't it yourself?"

Hongjun's eyes narrowed.

Meng Chuan continued, "The Lich War resulted in mutual destruction, allowing the human race to rise to power—this is indeed a good script. You stay behind the scenes, letting your six disciples take turns managing the situation, while you watch from above, enjoying yourself immensely."

"only……"

Meng Chuan's smile faded slightly, and his gaze sharpened. "Why should I follow your script?"

Hongjun remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "Fellow Daoist's strength has indeed exceeded my expectations. But this is the Primordial World, and I, who rule the Heavenly Dao, am the master of this world. Even if you have profound cultivation, you may not necessarily gain the upper hand if you oppose me in the Primordial World."

"Yeah?"

Meng Chuan tilted his head. "Then you can give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped directly off the shoulder of the Pangu phantom.

The next moment, he was already high in the sky, facing the huge face in the sky.

He reached out and gently grabbed that face.

boom--

The entire primordial world trembled violently!

All living beings felt as if an invisible hand was grasping the core of heaven and earth and pulling it forcefully!

Hongjun's expression changed for the first time.

He felt that his control over the Heavenly Dao was being forcibly stripped away by an extremely tyrannical force!

"you--"

Hongjun's voice carried a hint of shock and anger, "You're seizing the body of the Heavenly Dao?!"

"It's not a matter of possession."

Meng Chuan's tone remained relaxed, "I just feel that you're meddling too much in the affairs of Heaven. Let me take over for a few days."

His hands clenched tightly.

In the sky, the enormous face began to twist and deform.

Hongjun sensed that his connection with the Heavenly Dao was being severed one by one.

With each severance he cut, his breath weakened further.

With each severance he cut, his control over the primordial world weakened.

He wanted to resist, but he found that he couldn't resist at all.

Meng Chuan's power was too domineering and too pure, like an indestructible blade that directly cut into the core of the Heavenly Dao, severing his connection with the Heavenly Dao piece by piece.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Hongjun's voice was filled with disbelief, "How could you possibly have done this... What level of cultivation have you reached?!"

"The Supreme Sage".

Meng Chuan casually replied, "A little bit taller than you."

"High-ranking sage... High-ranking sage..."

Hongjun murmured the word repeatedly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

He cultivated for countless years and merged with the Heavenly Dao, believing himself to be at the pinnacle of the primordial world. However, he never expected that there was an even higher realm above the pinnacle.

And his proud power of the Heavenly Dao was so utterly ineffective in the face of a true high-ranking saint.

The last link was severed.

Hongjun's figure plummeted from the sky, his aura dropping drastically, from a supreme being who controlled the Heavenly Dao to the level of an ordinary Great Dao Saint—

Lower-ranking saint!

At the same time, a brand new power surged into Meng Chuan's body.

That is the authority of the primordial Heavenly Dao.

One-third of the primordial laws of the Great Dao are now entirely under Meng Chuan's control.

He closed his eyes, feeling the massive flow of information flooding into his mind.

The laws governing the movement of mountains and rivers, the trajectories of the sun, moon, and stars, the birth, aging, sickness, and death of all living things, the entanglement of cause and effect and destiny—

The underlying logic of the entire primordial world was now clearly presented before him.

This is what it feels like to control the Way of Heaven.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, a flash of understanding in them.

That's it!

At the moment he took control of the primordial Heavenly Dao, he finally confirmed his previous guess—

The primordial world was indeed a "vast world".

The so-called "big world" refers to a world whose scale and the perfection of its laws have reached a certain standard.

In such a world, the laws are more complete, the spiritual energy is more abundant, and it can accommodate stronger beings at a higher level.

The world that has been opened up within him is currently only a "middle world".

The gap between the Middle World and the Great World is not only a difference in scale, but also a difference in the degree of perfection of their laws.

Although his inner world already possessed basic laws of heaven and earth, it still appeared crude and rudimentary compared to the vast world of the Primordial Era, which had undergone countless eras of evolution.

There are two ways to transform the inner world into a larger world:

The first approach is to continue to comprehend more of the laws of perfection and integrate them into one's inner world.

With each perfect law integrated, the law system of the inner world becomes more complete.

Once the more than ten perfect laws have been integrated, the inner world will naturally be propelled to complete its transformation and ascend to become a great world.

The second method is to find a certain opportunity to directly cause the inner world to undergo a leapfrog evolution.

However, such opportunities are rare and hard to come by. In comparison, the first approach, although it takes longer, is more reliable and secure.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

This trip to the wilderness has yielded far more rewards than I had imagined.

Not only did he find Houtu, but he also took over the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World. More importantly, he gained a clearer understanding of his future path of cultivation.

He lowered his head and looked down at the stunned crowd below.

The six Heavenly Saints remained in their suppressed postures, but their faces no longer showed resentment or anger; instead, they were filled with deep awe.

Even their teacher Hongjun was suppressed, so what right do they have to be dissatisfied?

The twelve ancestral witches were so excited that they could hardly contain themselves.

Dijiang took the lead and knelt on one knee, saying in a deep voice, "Thank you, senior, for upholding justice for my Wu tribe!"

The other eleven ancestral witches also knelt down, saying in unison, "Thank you, senior!"

Meng Chuan waved his hand: "Get up."

He then looked at Dijiang: "You can handle the matter of the Slaughtering Witch Sword yourselves. Destroy what needs to be destroyed, and kill what needs to be killed."

Dijiang's spirits lifted: "Yes, sir!"

Meng Chuan then turned to look at the six Heavenly Dao Saints and Hongjun, who had fallen to the dust: "As for you few—"

He thought for a moment and said, "Stay put and don't cause any trouble. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to dethrone you."

After saying that, he didn't wait for anyone to react, and in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

Only one sentence remains, echoing between heaven and earth:

"Houtu, I'll be waiting for you in my cave."

Houtu paused for a moment, then smiled and disappeared.

The sages, ancestral witches, and demons who were left behind staring at each other in silence for a long time.