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

Meng Chuan's gaze fell upon the towering mountains in the distance.

The terrain over there is higher, so you can probably see further.

"Let's go take a look over there."

The moment he took his first step, his body was so light he almost stumbled—with a light leap, he covered over a thousand meters.

The body of an Earth Immortal is indeed extraordinary!

After getting used to the terrain for a few steps, he walked toward the nearest crimson mountain.

The sand and gravel underfoot were scorching hot, and the air was filled with an ancient atmosphere.

Each step on the red soil left a shallow footprint, which was quickly smoothed out by the wind.

Before long, the outline of the mountain gradually became clear in his eyes.

The bluish-green aura that swirled around the mountain, upon closer inspection, turned out to be not air currents, but rather a dense, almost tangible spiritual energy that was attracted to the mountain and lingered there.

At the foot of the mountain, the azure aura was exceptionally strong, with almost liquefied azure light bands floating in the air.

In the center of the band of light, there was a faint dark red spot, half-buried in the soil.

Meng Chuan's heart seemed to stop for a moment!

He held his breath and slowed his pace as he approached.

There were no obstructions beyond 200 meters.

At that moment, he finally saw clearly—

That was a broken piece of gun!

The gun was jet black, covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and deep within the cracks flowed a dark red color, like congealed blood.

The spearhead was broken off, leaving only a fragment less than two inches long.

Even so, the ferocious killing intent emanating from the broken blade still caused the qi vortex in Meng Chuan's dantian to stagnate!

Just looking at it caused a stinging sensation in my eyes.

The red soil beside the gun barrel had been stained an eerie dark brown, and not a blade of grass grew there.

Meng Chuan stopped a hundred meters away, not daring to go any further...

His instincts told him that this thing was dangerous!

But another thought uncontrollably surfaced in my mind—

In the primordial world, innate spiritual treasures were everywhere!

It's only the first day, and we've already run into each other?

He stared at the broken gun, his breathing becoming rapid.

Should we take it?

The fierce killing intent emanating from the broken tip of the spear was like a series of cold, fine needles, which still pierced his skin with a sharp pain even from a hundred meters away.

The golden energy in his dantian spun faster, and his magical power flowed spontaneously to resist the chill.

This is no ordinary object, and may not even be a common spiritual object...

He raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

A wisp of extremely faint golden magic power swished from his fingertips, condensed into a fine thread, and reached towards the broken spear.

The golden thread had just approached within ten meters of the broken spear—

hum!

A dark red light suddenly shone on the gun!

The damaged gun barrel began to tremble violently, emitting a teeth-grinding sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Immediately afterwards, a ferocious aura ten times more violent than before erupted! It transformed into visible dark red ripples, sweeping in all directions!

Meng Chuan's expression changed, and he immediately wanted to back away.

But it was too late!

As the dark red ripples swept across, his magical power seemed to freeze, and the golden threads broke apart inch by inch in an instant!

Even more terrifying, a violent killing intent surged back along the broken magic power, rushing straight into his sea of ​​consciousness!

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed!

No longer a barren wasteland, but a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood—

Ashes filled the air, the earth was stained dark red, and countless wreckage piled up into mountains...

A jet-black spear pierced the heavens and earth, its shaft writhing with the wails of countless vengeful spirits…

"wake up!"

A clear shout, like a thunderclap, exploded in Meng Chuan's mind!

The illusion shattered instantly.

Meng Chuan groaned and staggered back seven steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looking utterly disheveled.

He looked up in horror and found himself standing less than a meter away from the broken gun, his right hand reaching for the barrel, his fingertips only inches away from the gun.

If it weren't for that clear shout...

The consequences could be disastrous!

He hurriedly withdrew his hand, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

"If you don't want your soul to be devoured by the lingering resentment of the God-Slaying Spear, stay away from it."

The sound came from behind.

Meng Chuan quickly turned around.

Beside the crimson rocks, a person was already standing.

She is a young girl.

She was half a head shorter than him, slender, wearing a simple dark yellow linen dress, and standing barefoot on the scorching red earth.

Her long hair was casually tied up with a bone hairpin, with a few stray strands falling around her cheeks.

His face was clean, untouched by the dust of the world.

Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and beautiful, her nose was straight, and her lips were light in color.

What is most striking are his eyes—calm and gentle, like a deep pool that has held the weight of countless years, reflecting the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds, and also reflecting Meng Chuan's slightly panicked state at this moment.

She just stood there quietly, yet she sent chills down Meng Chuan's spine!

The other person gave him a heavy, desolate... indescribable sense of oppression!

It was as if she wasn't human, but a terrifying being embodied in the earth beneath her feet, the distant red mountains, and all the mountains and rivers within sight!

Meng Chuan felt a sudden dryness in his throat and subconsciously activated all his magical power, causing his dantian to spin wildly.

But the girl only glanced at him briefly.

With just one glance, the surging magical power within him instantly froze, as if suppressed by the entire earth, unable to even move his fingertips.

"Having just entered the Earth Immortal realm, your foundation is quite solid."

The girl's gaze lingered on him for a moment, a faint glint of surprise flashing in her eyes before she regained her composure. "Which grotto-heaven did you escape from, little cultivator? Didn't your master warn you that in this primordial land, the unknown should not be touched lightly?"

Meng Chuan opened his mouth and found that he could speak again.

"...This junior, Meng Chuan, unintentionally wandered into this place."

He steadied himself, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Thank you for saving me, senior."

"senior?"

The girl shook her head, a gesture that slightly lessened the oppressive atmosphere and added a touch of liveliness. "Do I look like an ancient thing that's lived for thousands of years?"

Meng Chuan's expression froze.

"That's enough."

The girl waved her hand, took two steps forward barefoot, her gaze falling on the broken spear, her brows furrowing slightly. "The remains of the God-Slaying Spear... how could they be here?"

She stretched out her right hand, her fingers long and slender, her skin as smooth as jade.

There was no fluctuation of magical power; he simply grabbed at the broken spear in the void.

Om-! !

The broken gun trembled violently, a surge of dark red blood light erupted, and a fierce killing intent burst forth once more.

But this time, all the killing intent seemed to hit an invisible barrier three feet away from the girl's palm, unable to advance any further.

"Quiet."

The girl spoke softly.

The two words fell, and the law followed.

That broken spear, which had originally been so menacing, actually... fell silent.

The dark red light quickly subsided, the red light in the cracks of the gun body dimmed, and finally turned into an inconspicuous piece of pitch-black remnant, which fell to the ground with a "thud".

Meng Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.

The ferocious beast that had almost shattered his soul was now as docile as an old dog in the hands of this young girl.

"You're quite lucky."

The girl stood still, her right hand outstretched, and the broken spear on the ground flew up and landed in her hand. "This is the remains of the God-Slaying Spear, sealed with a wisp of Rahu's killing principles. If it were at its peak, your touch just now would have annihilated your very soul."

God-Slaying Spear?

Rahu?

Meng Chuan gasped.

Demon Ancestor Rahu, one of the protagonists in the conflict between Dao and Demon, had his Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation broken by the combined efforts of Hongjun, Yangmei, Qiankun, and Yinyang. He then self-destructed in the west, turning the west into a barren land.

This also means that... he descended upon the primordial world after the conflict between the Dao and the Demonic Realms had ended!