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

Nearly two thousand years have passed, but Meng Chuan still remembers that voice—Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, two of the twelve ancestral witches.

His eyes narrowed, and with a slight movement, he arrived at a high point on the edge of the ancestral land.

Looking up, a thousand miles away, two groups of people were facing off in the wilderness outside Buzhou Mountain.

One side was filled with surging blood and qi, and permeated with murderous aura; it was the Wu tribe.

The two leading figures were none other than Zhurong and Gonggong.

Zhu Rong was surrounded by raging flames, transforming into a vast sea of ​​fire that scorched the heavens and boiled the seas, while the crimson giant axe in his hand shimmered with a molten lava-like luster.

Beneath Gonggong's feet, black water surged, transforming into a boundless ocean, chilling him to the bone, while in his hand, a dark halberd coiled around a roaring water dragon.

The auras of the two were far more powerful than when they were at Zixiao Palace!

They have all broken through to the peak of the Great Luo realm!

They do not cultivate their primordial spirit, but only temper their physical body; therefore, listening to the Dao at Zixiao Temple is of no use to them.

However, as the ancestral witch of the witch clan, the protagonist of heaven and earth, enjoying the fortune of heaven and earth, it is only natural that she broke through to this level.

In terms of combat power, he far surpasses ordinary Qi cultivators of the same level.

On the other side, a surging demonic aura and fluttering banners marked the presence of the demon race.

The leader, clad in crimson-gold armor, was imposing and handsome, with a stern face; he was none other than Taiyi.

Before the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race was established, he was not yet the "Eastern Emperor". However, after his lecture at Zixiao Palace, he was recognized as the leader of the Demon Race along with his elder brother, Emperor Jun, because he possessed the supreme treasure of creation and was extremely powerful.

He stood at the front of the formation, holding the simple, ancient-looking small bell in his palm.

The bell's body is adorned with patterns of the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind, emanating a powerful aura that distorts and terrifies the surrounding space.

The Primordial Treasure of Creation: The Chaos Bell!

Beside Taiyi were several powerful figures, all at the early stage of the Great Luo realm, who would become the future pillars of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court—Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian, Shang Yang, and others.

Further behind, there was a vast, dark army of demons, their demonic aura filling the sky and obscuring the sun.

"Zhurong, Gonggong."

Taiyi spoke, his voice cold and carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Mount Buzhou is the primordial pillar of heaven, not unique to your Wu clan. Today, I, on behalf of the demon clan, demand an explanation—three months ago, you two attacked and killed three patrol teams of my demon clan, slaughtering over ten thousand of my sons. This matter demands an explanation."

"Explain?"

Zhu Rong grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, flames shooting out from between them. "In this primordial land, the strong prey on the weak! You demon scum, trespassing into my Zhou Mountain territory, you're dead, so what? What explanation do you want?"

"It seems there's no point in talking."

A cold glint flashed in Taiyi's eyes, and he said no more.

He took a step forward, and gently swung the Chaos Bell in his hand.

"when--!!"

The bell rang, not loudly, but it seemed to resonate deep within the hearts of every living being!

As the bell tolled, space froze, time slowed, and the grass, trees, sand, and stones on the vast wilderness turned to dust!

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, who were the first to be affected, froze, and the flames and black water around them paused.

"kill!"

Taiyi shouted, his figure already in front of Zhurong. He clenched his left fist, and the crimson-gold light of his fist condensed, transforming into a blazing miniature sun, which he smashed down fiercely towards Zhurong's face!

At the same time, the Chaos Bell in his right hand vibrated again, and streams of chaotic energy fell down, suppressing Gonggong.

He struck first, taking on two opponents single-handedly!

With his late-stage Great Luo cultivation, he directly confronted two peak Great Luo Ancestral Witches!

"Arrogant!"

Zhu Rong roared angrily, raising his crimson giant axe to meet the fist's blow!

Where the axe blade passed, space tore open with dark cracks, and the blazing axe light collided violently with the fist's sun-like force!

Boom—!!

A terrifying energy storm exploded, and Zhu Rong groaned as he was forced back three steps by the punch. The ground beneath his feet cracked, and even the flames dimmed.

The miniature sun on Taiyi's fist was also mostly shattered, but he only swayed slightly before closing in again, his left fist turning into a palm, the edge of the palm like a knife, slicing towards Zhurong's neck.

On the other side, Gonggong wielded his black halberd, cleaving through the descending chaotic airflow, but the suppressive power of the Chaos Bell followed him closely, slowing his movements by a fraction.

In that brief moment, Taiyi's offensive had already begun in earnest.

Fists, palms, fingers, elbows... Taiyi's close-combat techniques are exquisite, and the Chaos Bell vibrates constantly, disturbing the mind and suppressing space and time.

Although Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were at the peak of the Great Luo realm, with powerful physical bodies and boundless qi and blood, they were restrained at every turn under the suppression of the Chaos Bell and could only barely parry.

Clang! Clang! Bang! Boom!

The sounds of metal clashing and flesh colliding were as dense as thunder, and each clash caused the earth to crack and mountains and rivers to collapse.

Three figures flashed across the wasteland, turning everything in their path to ashes.

In the army of the Wu tribe, countless warriors gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes blazing with fire, yet they dared not advance.

This level of combat is beyond their ability to intervene.

On the demon side, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and others looked smug, their morale soaring.

Taiyi, wielding the Chaos Bell, possesses the power to suppress the world and sweep away everything!

The situation is gradually becoming clear.

Although Zhurong and Gonggong were brave, the Chaos Bell was too powerful. It could time and space, suppress all laws, and was both offensive and defensive, making it almost invincible.

After a hundred moves, Zhu Rong was struck in the chest by Taiyi's palm. His crimson armor shattered, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into half a mountain peak and spitting out hot blood.

Gonggong was also struck in the waist and abdomen by Taiyi's elbow, his black armor dented, and he fell to the ground like a meteor, smashing the earth into a bottomless crater.

The two struggled to their feet, their breaths nearly gone, their eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"The Chaos Bell... Damn it!"

Without the Chaos Bell, even without the two joining forces, either of them is confident that they are no less than Taiyi.

But with this supreme treasure, the gap widened dramatically.

"The Witch Clan is nothing special."

Taiyi stood in mid-air, holding the Chaos Bell, his crimson-gold armor spotless, his cold gaze sweeping down upon the scene below.

"Today, I will use your blood to appease the spirits of my demon race's brethren in heaven!"

He raised his hand, and the Chaos Bell slowly rose, its mouth pointing towards Zhu Rong and Gong Gong below. Chaotic energy descended, about to completely suppress and refine the two!

The Wu tribe army was deathly silent, and their morale had plummeted to rock bottom.

Two Ancestral Witches at the peak of the Great Luo realm were actually defeated!

And this was in a two-on-one situation!

Is it possible that the Witch Clan is truly going to bow down to the Demon Clan today?

At that very moment—

"Fellow Daoist Taiyi, be lenient when you can."

A calm voice came from the direction of the ancestral land of the Witch Clan.

The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every living being on the battlefield.

Taiyi paused, then looked up.

A figure in a green robe walked slowly from the edge of the ancestral land. In just a few steps, he reached the center of the battlefield and stood in front of Zhu Rong and Gong Gong.

The newcomer had a youthful face and a composed demeanor; it was none other than Meng Chuan.

"Is it you?"

Taiyi frowned slightly, recognizing Meng Chuan.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, there is a primordial Dao body that is said to have a close relationship with Houtu, the ancestral witch of the Wu tribe, and also has a grudge against the Styx River.

He left early and did not witness the scene firsthand; he only heard about it from other demons later.

He remembered that when Zixiao finished his lecture, this person was only at the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm and was not worthy of his attention.

Now... he has actually entered the late stage of the Great Luo realm, and his aura is perfectly harmonious. He has reached the pinnacle of this realm, just like him, and is only half a step away from the peak!

Even so, he didn't take the other party seriously.

How dare someone in the late stage of the Great Luo realm interfere in his conflict with the Ancestral Witches?

Didn't you see how he single-handedly defeated the combined forces of two peak-level Ancestral Witches using the Chaos Bell?