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

Meng Chuan stood in mid-air, feeling the new power surging within him.

The range of the primordial spirit's perception has increased dramatically, allowing it to reach even greater distances with a single thought;

The mana is refined and concentrated several times, resulting in a faster recovery speed;

His physical strength has undergone a qualitative change. Now, with his physique alone, he can withstand the full-force attack of most late-stage Grand Luo cultivators.

more importantly--

With a slight thought, he grasped the remnants of the God-Slaying Spear in his right hand, which flowed with dark red blood.

With his left hand forming a hand seal, four spiritual treasures appeared simultaneously: the Hunyuan Golden Bucket, the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, the Golden Dragon Scissors, and the Qiankun Ruler, surrounding his body.

The primordial spirit's magical power and the physical body's qi and blood blended perfectly, flowing into the five spiritual treasures without any stagnation.

Om-! !

The five treasures resonated together, their power and pressure increasing dramatically, far surpassing anything seen before.

Especially the God-Slaying Spear, where blood-red light surged deep within the cracks in the spear shaft, seemingly on the verge of healing.

Although the spear tip was missing, the killing intent that severed cause and effect and destroyed life force had been refined to the point that the surrounding space spontaneously retreated.

"With my current cultivation level, and aided by various treasures..."

Meng Chuan re-examined himself.

"Within the Great Luo Realm, I should be... nearly invincible?"

"Even with the Chaos Bell, Donghuang Taiyi, being at the late stage of the Great Luo realm, would find it extremely difficult to defeat me. If the God-Slaying Spear can be restored to its complete form, defeating him would not be difficult either."

"As for the River Styx..."

His gaze shifted towards the Netherworld Blood Sea, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"It's time to retrieve the tip of the God-Slaying Spear."

Without hesitation, Meng Chuan stepped out of the valley.

The Qiankun Ruler sliced ​​through the void, and the figure disappeared into it.

When it reappeared, it was already above the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Blood churned and the stench filled the air.

Meng Chuan made no attempt to conceal himself; the pressure of his late-stage Grand Luo Primordial Spirit and the energy of his physical body erupted forth, like an invisible mountain crushing down, causing the surface of the vast sea to cave in.

"Styx, come out here!"

The sound was like thunder, exploding through a sea of ​​blood.

"Hand over the fragments of the God-Slaying Spear. Otherwise, I will unleash a sea of ​​blood upon this place today!"

No nonsense, just the most direct will and the most domineering declaration.

In the depths of the sea of ​​blood, silence fell for a moment.

Immediately, a towering wave of blood exploded, and the Styx River emerged from the waves, its blood-red robe billowing, with the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords hanging at its sides.

He looked up, and his scarlet eyes suddenly contracted when they met the perfectly harmonious and unfathomable late-stage Great Luo Dao aura emanating from Meng Chuan.

"The late stage of the Great Luo Dynasty... less than two thousand years ago, and you actually..."

Styx's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief and horror.

In that battle more than 1,900 years ago, although Meng Chuan was strong, there was still a subtle disharmony between his primordial spirit and his physical body, which was clearly discernible.

But at this moment... this perfectly harmonious and terrifyingly solid aura clearly indicates that the person has been immersed in this realm for a long time!

How is that possible?

Even with the opportunity to listen to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, and even with unparalleled talent, it would be absolutely impossible to complete the leap from the initial stage of the Great Luo realm to the later stage of perfection in such a short period of time, especially with both the physical body and the primordial spirit reaching the later stage of the Great Luo realm!

This person must be hiding a huge secret!

But that was no longer something he could covet.

"I said, hand over that half of the God-Slaying Spear."

Meng Chuan's cold voice interrupted Minghe's thoughts.

He raised the broken gun in his hand, its tip pointing straight ahead.

Don't make me say it a third time.

Styx's expression shifted, from resentment and unwillingness to a final look of fear.

He could sense that Meng Chuan was much stronger than before; it wasn't a quantitative change, but a fundamental leap.

If they fight again, he might be able to survive the Blood Sea battle, but he will definitely suffer heavy damage, and may even be forced into a deep sleep.

With the strength Meng Chuan is currently displaying, combined with those spiritual treasures, although he cannot evaporate the boundless sea of ​​blood, he can definitely turn it upside down, severely damage its origin, and suppress it for tens of thousands of years, making it difficult for it to recover.

silence.

Above the sea of ​​blood, only the stench of the wind howls.

After a long silence, Styx gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words:

"……for you!"

He reached into the depths of the sea of ​​blood and pulled out a piece of dark red light, which was the tip of the God-Slaying Spear.

His eyes were filled with reluctance and resentment, yet he still erased his own mark and threw it out violently.

The tip of the spear transformed into a streak of light and shot towards them.

Meng Chuan caught it steadily.

The spear tip was icy cold to the touch, and the fierce killing intent surged into his arm, resonating intensely with the spear shaft in his hand, yearning to become one with it.

He activated his magic and temporarily suppressed it.

He looked at the Styx River and said calmly, "You're smart to know what's good for you."

Styx's face was as cold as iron. He didn't say a word as his body slowly sank into the sea of ​​blood and disappeared.

The sea of ​​blood returned to calm, but the surging waves, restless and unwilling, almost overflowed from the surface of the blood.

Meng Chuan didn't linger; he took a step and vanished into the void.

Returning to the nameless valley, he sat cross-legged, placing the spear tip and shaft side by side on his knees.

The two fragments of the broken soldiers share the same origin, their dark red blood flowing endlessly, attracting each other and yearning to reunite.

However, he did not immediately begin the process of recasting.

The complete God-Slaying Spear is a supreme innate weapon of slaughter, containing the residual killing principles and endless ferocity of Rahu.

If he were to rashly rebuild it, even with his current cultivation level, he might still suffer a backlash.

We need to find an excellent location and make thorough preparations.

He had already made up his mind:

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Temple.

The ancestral land of the Wu tribe is suppressed by the will of Pangu, which can suppress its ferocity.

Meng Chuan turned his gaze toward Buzhou Mountain, a barely perceptible hint of gentleness flashing in his eyes.

"It's time...to go see her."

He stood up, gathered the two pieces of the broken weapon, and stepped out of the valley.

Target – Buzhou Mountain, the ancestral home of the Wu tribe.

This journey is for the purpose of reforging the monstrous weapon, and also to see... an old friend.

……

At the foot of Mount Buzhou lies the ancestral land of the Wu tribe.

As Meng Chuan stepped out of the void, a vast and ancient land came into view, its energy soaring to the heavens.

The mountains rise and fall like the spine of a giant beast, their entire bodies a dark red, as if soaked in the blood of an ancient and undying battle.

The air was thick with an unyielding, primal aura, and a heavy, oppressive force emanating from the depths of one's blood.

That was the oppressive power of Pangu.

Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of Pangu, and the Wu tribe was derived from the essence and blood of Pangu.

For the Wu tribe, this place is their ancestral land, their sacred mountain, and the source of their power.

Meng Chuan could clearly feel that the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique within his body was circulating 30% faster, and his blood and qi were subtly boiling, resonating with this land.

He looked down at his palm.

The first bone fragment given by Houtu was radiating a warm and gentle aura, and the ancient "earth" character on its surface was faintly glowing, echoing the earth beneath their feet.

Following the directions, Meng Chuan walked deeper into his ancestral homeland.

The scenery along the way was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

There are no pavilions or towers, no celestial abodes, only rugged and ancient palaces and stone houses built of huge stones.

Some of the stone houses are thousands of feet high, with their doors made from a single piece of rock, carved with simple yet powerful totems.

The Wu tribe warriors were sharpening their weapons in the open space. The weapons were neither gold nor iron, but were made from the bones of giant beasts or strange stones. They were several meters long and made the sound of wind like thunder when they were swung.

Children chased and played, but despite being only waist-high to an average person, they could easily lift and throw boulders weighing thousands of kilograms, which would crash into the ground, creating deep craters and raising clouds of dust.

Regardless of age or gender, their bodies are full of vigor and vitality, like a furnace, with faint totem patterns flowing under their skin.

Meng Chuan's arrival attracted countless gazes.

Curiosity, scrutiny, vigilance, doubt...

An unfamiliar innate Dao body, yet holding the ancestral witch Houtu's token, calmly stepped into the depths of the ancestral land.

No one stopped them.

The aura emanating from the bone fragments was unmistakable; it possessed a unique, profound Daoist charm, as weighty as the earth itself, unique to the ancestral witch Houtu.

Meng Chuan walked steadily, his gaze calmly meeting those eyes without flinching or avoiding them.

He could sense that the weakest of these witch warriors was comparable to a true immortal, with many being Xuan Immortals and Golden Immortals, and several even possessing a hidden aura that had reached the Taiyi level.

The Wu tribe does not cultivate the primordial spirit, but only tempers the physical body; qi and blood are their path.

With such profound foundation, it's no wonder they can rival the increasingly powerful demon race.

Just as Meng Chuan was about to step into the core area of ​​the ancestral land, two deafening roars and extremely violent energy fluctuations suddenly came from the sky ahead!

Boom! Boom—!!

Immediately following was an angry roar and the sound of bells, which resounded throughout the heavens and the earth!

"Taiyi! How dare you invade my Mount Buzhou!"

"You demon scum, you're asking for death!"