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

After the initial lecture at Zixiao Palace concluded, the surface of the primordial land remained calm, but beneath the surface, undercurrents were surging.

The great master went into seclusion to digest what he had learned.

The demon race united, while the witch race held firm.

Three thousand listeners scattered into the primordial world, and occasionally the Daoist aura would soar into the sky, indicating that someone had broken through the bottleneck and advanced to a higher realm.

In the nameless valley, Meng Chuan sat as still as a stone.

He was no longer impatient, no longer demanding that his primordial spirit immediately break through that "just a little bit" barrier.

The Great Luo Dao transmitted by the Dao Ancestor flowed through his heart. With each confirmation, the three-colored Dao flower in his primordial spirit solidified a little more, and its connection with the five elements in his chest became even closer.

But problems also emerged.

His primordial spirit entered the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm by taking advantage of the Dao Ancestor's explanation of the Primordial Great Dao.

As for his physical body, he relied on the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to prove his Dao through strength, and only after going through bloody battles and tempering himself did he step into the middle stage of the seventh revolution.

Although their realms are equal, their foundations and Daoist principles are quite different, and there is always an indescribable disharmony in their operation.

The primordial spirit wields magic with a light and ethereal grace, subtly aligning with the Way of Heaven.

The power of Qi and blood is heavy and domineering, originating from within oneself.

At first, it was not obvious, but as one's cultivation deepened, this difference became as glaring as ink on white paper.

Normally, they can fight individually, but once they try to merge their primordial spirit and magical power with their physical blood and qi to unleash a strike beyond their limits, the stagnation is like a silted-up riverbed, making it difficult for them to exert their full strength.

"I see……"

Meng Chuan suddenly realized.

This "just a little bit short" problem is not due to insufficient accumulation or understanding, but rather because the two fundamental paths of the primordial spirit and the physical body need a thorough sorting, harmonization, and even reshaping at a higher level.

He needs to re-integrate the insights he gained from listening to the Dao with the fundamental power forged through the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

Just like each previous breakthrough in profound skills, the primordial spirit and the physical body progressed in tandem.

He wanted to rediscover that state, to find the balance between lightness and heaviness, between the way of heaven and himself, a balance that belonged only to him.

Once the direction is clear, the mind becomes calm.

Meng Chuan no longer pursued the simple increase of magical power or qi and blood, but instead devoted all his mind to understanding and harmonizing the essence of the two.

He re-examined the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," from the first revolution of Foundation Building to the seventh revolution of Enlightenment, with the mental techniques and insights of each revolution flowing through his mind.

The true path of strength is not brute force.

It is the grandeur of creation, the weight that supports the sky, the decisiveness that breaks through chaos, and the nourishment of all things.

It originated from Pangu, but it is not limited to Pangu.

Everyone has their own "power".

What is his power?

Is it the indomitable spirit that transcends this realm?

Is it the resilience shown in the bloody battle in the East China Sea?

Is it Zixiao's persistent pursuit of knowledge?

Or perhaps it's that figure deep in my heart that I don't want to let down?

He didn't know the answer, so he could only circulate his profound skills again and again, feeling and searching, amidst the rush of his qi and blood and the resounding of his muscles and bones.

At the same time, he was also repeatedly pondering the Great Luo Dao as taught by the Dao Ancestor...

The Dao Ancestor spoke of the Primordial Heavenly Dao, but Meng Chuan's Dao may not necessarily only follow the Heavenly Dao.

He has opportunities, concerns, a path he must take, and people he must protect.

His path lies in the universe, and also in the heart.

Within the primordial spirit, the three-colored Dao flower slowly rotated, absorbing insights from the Dao of Heaven and reflecting the enlightenment within the heart.

Gradually, that slight disharmony began to loosen.

When the primordial spirit and magical power circulate, there is a greater sense of solidity; when the qi and blood surge and exert force, there is a greater sense of lightness.

Although they are not completely integrated, at least they no longer repel each other, and the beginnings of their convergence are visible.

Time slips away in focused concentration.

Within the valley, Meng Chuan's aura shifted unpredictably, sometimes as heavy as a mountain, sometimes as ethereal as clouds.

He was trying to integrate the principles of killing into his fists and feet, to incorporate his spatial perception into his body techniques, and to inject the will of power into his primordial spirit.

Fail, try again, and repeat the cycle.

Each failure deepened his understanding of himself.

I don't know how many years have passed.

On this day, Meng Chuan practiced his marksmanship.

With the remains of the God-Slaying Spear in hand, he did not use any magic power, but relied solely on his blood and qi to execute basic moves: thrusting, retracting, sweeping, and blocking, all slowly and steadily.

The tip of the spear swept across, creating subtle ripples—the result of pure force compressing space.

As I practiced, I suddenly felt something.

The understanding of the principles of killing flowed naturally within his primordial spirit, aligning with the power of the spear.

The marksmanship changed accordingly. It remained slow, but with each thrust, the tip of the spear condensed a point of extremely dark red cold light, which was the embodiment of killing.

Immediately afterwards, as the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was activated, the instinctive control over power that originated from the depths of one's bloodline also quietly merged in.

The gunmanship changed again.

Slow, yet heavy, so heavy that the space groaned as the spear tip pointed at it, and cracks began to appear.

Slow, yet steady, steady as a mountain, breaking through all laws.

Slow, yet sharp; so sharp that nothing is left uncut when the spear reaches its edge.

At this moment, the primordial spirit comprehends the laws of slaughter, grasps the great path of power, and awakens the instincts of the physical body...

Several distinct forces found a subtle point of resonance in this extremely simple gunplay exercise.

They begin to resonate, like multiple streams, eventually flowing in the same direction.

Meng Chuan put away his gun, stood up, and closed his eyes to contemplate.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, his gaze shining brightly.

"So, it wasn't a forced fusion after all..."

"Instead, I've found the path that belongs only to me."

"With this path as the foundation, all insights and powers will naturally follow, becoming one with the whole."

What is his Dao?

It is about protection.

He guarded the longing in his heart that spanned four thousand years, he guarded the figure who stood up for him in front of Zixiao Palace, and he guarded the dignity that refused to appear weak.

It also means becoming stronger.

Strong enough to protect what is protected, hold onto what is sought, and complete the path to one's desires in the face of a catastrophe destined to sweep across the land.

It transcends. It transcends predetermined fate, transcends the constraints of the natural order, and transcends all obstacles in the path ahead.

Protecting is the cause, becoming stronger is the path, and surpassing is the result.

This is the way of Meng Chuan!

Once the mind is settled, the Dao mind becomes clear!

boom--!!

It was as if some invisible barrier inside my body shattered with a crash!

It has nothing to do with magic or qi and blood, but rather a deeper, more essential sublimation!

Within the primordial spirit, the three-colored Dao flower shone brightly, and fine golden-red patterns appeared on the surface of the petals, sharing the same origin as the Dao patterns of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

The rainbow bridge formed by the five elements in the chest completely merges into the roots and stems of the Dao flower, transforming into nourishment.

The Dao flower slowly rotates, and with each rotation, it scatters endless Daoist essence, nourishing the primordial spirit and physical body.

Within the physical body, the sound of blood and qi surging was like the Milky Way flowing backwards. Pale golden Dao patterns spread from the depths of the bones to every inch of skin. The Dao sounds emitted by the resonance of the five internal organs and six bowels were faintly in harmony with the Dao rhythm of the primordial spirit.

The slight discord that had arisen from the difference in systems had vanished completely.

The primordial spirit and the physical body returned to a unified whole, perfectly harmonious and unobstructed.

The breakthrough came naturally.

Late stage of the Great Luo!

Following the path of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, both the primordial spirit and the physical body entered this realm.

With this foundation reshaped and his Dao heart cleared, his cultivation became incredibly solid the moment he broke through, reaching the late-stage perfection of the Great Luo realm, only a hair's breadth away from the peak of the Great Luo realm.

At this point, he truly joined the first tier of the primordial world, below even the sage Hongjun!