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

Dijiang's gaze fell on Meng Chuan.

Those eyes seemed to see through the void and gaze directly at the essence of things.

Meng Chuan suddenly felt an invisible pressure envelop him, and his blood and qi were slightly stagnant, but the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique operated on its own and resolved the pressure.

His expression remained unchanged as he cupped his hands and said, "Meng Chuan greets the Ancestral Witch Dijiang and all the Ancestral Witches."

A hint of surprise flashed in Dijiang's eyes, and he slowly nodded.

"Meng Chuan," his voice was deep and resonant, like the rumble of the earth, "I witnessed the battle just now. To be able to fight Taiyi, who wields the Chaos Bell, to a draw with your late-stage Great Luo cultivation is quite impressive."

His tone was calm, but his approval was clearly audible.

"Brother Dijiang, didn't you see? That brat Taiyi's face turned black in the end!"

Zhu Rong grinned, in a very good mood.

"The Chaos Bell was pierced by Meng Chuan's spear, leaving a crack. Although it healed instantly, it was indeed damaged. As for Taiyi himself, although he forced himself to hold on, since he retreated, he must have been seriously injured!"

Gonggong added, in a cheerful tone.

Upon hearing this, the other ancestral witches all showed surprise.

They knew the Chaos Bell's defenses all too well.

Back then, the Ancestral Witches and Taiyi had clashed before, and the troublesome nature of that bell gave them a headache.

Now, he's actually been injured by a late-stage Luo?

Although it was only for a moment, it was already astonishing enough.

"A vicious weapon capable of harming the Chaos Bell..."

Dijiang's gaze fell on the dim, broken spear in Meng Chuan's hand, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "This spear contains a very pure law of slaughter. It is similar to the Styx's Yuan Tu Abi, but it is more ancient and violent."

"This is the remains of the God-Slaying Spear."

Meng Chuan said frankly, "I have retrieved the other half of the spear tip from the River Styx. I am here today to use the will of Father God Pangu in the Pangu Palace to suppress it and reforge this spear."

"The God-Slaying Spear?"

A look of realization flashed across Dijiang's eyes. "Luo Hou's innate treasure... No wonder. This spear is unparalleled in its killing power; it can indeed wound the Chaos Bell."

He paused, then looked at Meng Chuan.

"You wish to reforge this spear within the Pangu Temple? Fine. Houtu once said that if you come to the ancestral land, all matters can be handled expediently. You may enter the Pangu Temple."

"However, reforging the God-Slaying Spear is extremely dangerous. This spear is a primordial treasure, excessively lethal, and also contains the residual demonic thoughts of Rahu. Even with the Father God's will to suppress it, you yourself must be able to control its ferocity, otherwise it will backfire on you, and your soul and spirit will be destroyed."

"Meng Chuan understands." Meng Chuan nodded. "I will act with caution."

Dijiang said no more and stepped aside to make way.

"Your injuries are quite severe. Go into the palace to heal first. The matter of rebuilding can be done after you have recovered."

Thank you.

Meng Chuan strode towards the Pangu Temple.

Behind him, Zhurong, Gonggong, and other ancestral witches watched him enter the hall.

"Brother, this boy..." Jumang spoke, his voice gentle.

"Hou Tu's judgment is never wrong."

Dijiang said calmly, "Moreover, being able to fight Taiyi, who wields the Chaos Bell, to a draw with only a late-stage Great Luo cultivator, is enough to earn the respect of my Wu Clan."

"He just said that Houtu is his guide."

Ru Shou pondered for a moment, "Hou Tu is aloof and doesn't like to associate with outsiders. For her to value this boy so highly, he must have something extraordinary about him."

"Moreover," Xuanming's voice was cold, "the cultivation technique he practices seems to have some connection with the Father God. Just now, when he circulated his qi and blood, I faintly sensed a trace of the Father God's aura."

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches were taken aback. After careful consideration, they realized that it was indeed true.

"Could it be..." Tianwu seemed to be deep in thought.

"No need to delve into it." Dijiang waved his hand. "Since he is someone Houtu approves of and has done a favor for my Wu tribe, then he is a friend. As for the rest, we will find out in the future."

He looked up, gazing outwards from Mount Buzhou, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Taiyi has retreated today, but he will not let this go easily. The demon race has been making frequent moves recently, and they may have a grand scheme. We must prepare ourselves as soon as possible."

"As for Meng Chuan... now that he has entered the Pangu Palace, he is a guest. Pass down the order that the entire Wu Clan must not neglect him."

"yes!"

The ancestral shamans solemnly responded.

Inside the Pangu Hall.

The moment Meng Chuan stepped into the palace gate, an overwhelming, profound, and desolate pressure enveloped his entire body.

That was not the oppression of power, but an absolute sublimity of a life level and the essence of existence.

Like ants gazing up at the sky, or mayflies facing the ocean.

They are insignificant and humble, yet they instinctively feel awe and submission to them.

The Will of Pangu!

Even though it has long since transformed into all things, the wisp of the will of creation that remains in this palace still reigns supreme over all living beings and above the pinnacle of the Great Dao.

Meng Chuan took a deep breath, suppressed the pounding in his heart, and slowly walked to the center of the main hall.

The main hall was empty, except for a colossal stone statue, hundreds of feet tall, standing at the deepest part.

The statue is crude, only showing the outline of a human, with bulging muscles, hands supporting the sky, feet planted on the ground, surrounded by chaotic energy, with earth, water, fire and wind surging around it.

Although it is just a statue, it naturally exudes a magnificent will that can create the world and break through the ages.

It shares the same origin as the totems in the Wu tribe, but is more grand, more realistic, and more... soul-stirring.

Meng Chuan sat cross-legged in front of the statue, closing his eyes and concentrating.

The Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique slowly circulated, and the blood and qi flowed like dragons within the body, repairing injuries.

The Primordial Golden Cauldron hung above his head, its clear light descending to purify the residual chaotic bell-shaped energy and the backlash from killing within his body.

The Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, the Universe Ruler, and the Golden Dragon Scissors also slowly rotated in the dantian, absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy to repair themselves.

The God-Slaying Spear lay across his knees, its shaft dull and lifeless, but where the spearhead and shaft had broken, a faint, dark red light seemed to flow between them, drawn to each other, yearning to reunite.

Time flows on in silence.

Inside the hall, there is no sun or moon, only the statue of Pangu, which stands eternally.

Meng Chuan's injuries recovered rapidly under the combined effects of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron.

The laceration on his chest healed, the bone fractures closed, and his skin regained its pale golden luster.

What surprised him even more was that, under the influence of Pangu's will, the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique operated more and more smoothly, and his understanding of the Great Dao of Power also deepened slightly.

It's as if that statue is silently explaining the essence of "force".

I don't know how much time passed.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, his gaze shining brightly. His injuries had been completely healed, and he was back to his peak condition.

He looked down at the god-slaying spear on his lap.

it's time.

He reached out and took out the other half of the spear tip.

The two severed pieces of the weapon were placed side by side, their dark red bloodstains flowing endlessly, attracting each other and emitting a buzzing sound that longed to be reunited.

Meng Chuan pressed his hands down, slowly channeling his own magical power, blood and qi, as well as the "true meaning of power" he had gleaned from the Pangu statue, into the two broken pieces of the weapon.

"melt."

As soon as the word was uttered, the two pieces of the broken soldier trembled violently, slowly floated up, and slowly approached each other in mid-air.

At the fracture, dark red blood light intertwined, attracting, entwining, and merging with each other.

But just as the two sections of the gun were about to make contact—

"roar--!!!"

A violent, insane roar, filled with endless killing intent and destructive will, suddenly erupted from the depths of the gun, transforming into a hideous demonic shadow that lunged towards Meng Chuan's soul!

The shadowy figure was blurry, with only a pair of scarlet eyes filled with hatred for all things and a desire to destroy them.

Rahu is sad!

Even though he perished for eternity, and even though the God-Slaying Spear was broken, the remaining murderous demonic intent of this Demon Ancestor has not completely dissipated!

At this moment, sensing that the gun body was about to reassemble, this wisp of demonic thought was fully awakened, wanting to devour the refiner's soul and be reborn through his body!

"town!"

Meng Chuan was prepared and calmed his mind. The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron shone brightly, protecting his spiritual platform.

At the same time, he visualized the Pangu statue, merging the true meaning of power he had comprehended into his primordial spirit, transforming it into an axe shadow that could open up the world, and fiercely slashed down at the demonic shadow!

This is not a clash of strength, but a contest of wills, a collision of the great principles!

The demonic shadow roared, transforming into an endless sea of ​​blood, threatening to engulf the axe shadow.

The axe shadow charged forward relentlessly, cleaving through the sea of ​​blood and striking towards the core of the demonic shadow.

The two engaged in a silent yet extremely dangerous battle within Meng Chuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

With each collision, Meng Chuan was shaken to his core, his face turning pale.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered, constantly contemplating Pangu creating the world and continuously stimulating the true meaning of power.

finally--

laugh!

As the axe shadow slashed past, the demonic shadow let out a resentful roar before collapsing and turning into specks of dark red light, which were then devoured and absorbed by the God-Slaying Spear.

On the gun barrel, the fierce and tyrannical demonic thought was completely refined and purified, transforming into the most primal killing principle.

At the same time, the two sections of the gun barrel finally fit together completely.

A dark red light shone brightly, turning the entire Pangu Palace into a blood-red hue!

The cracks in the gun body healed and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the fracture site, flesh and blood wriggled and merged, eventually becoming completely connected without leaving a trace.

An unprecedentedly terrifying killing aura erupted from the gun, soaring into the sky and threatening to tear off the roof of the Pangu Temple!

But at this very moment—

The Pangu statue glowed slightly.

A vast and powerful will descended, like an invisible hand, suppressing the overwhelming killing intent and firmly imprisoning it within three feet of the spear. The God-Slaying Spear trembled violently, yet it could not break free.

After a long while, the bloody light gradually subsided, and the killing intent slowly receded.

A spear, entirely black, about nine feet long, with dark red patterns covering its shaft and a single, cold glint at its tip that seemed capable of piercing through eternity, hovered silently in front of Meng Chuan.

Gun complete!

The complete God-Slaying Spear, a supreme innate treasure, a weapon of ultimate slaughter... has seen the light of day again!

Meng Chuan reached out and grasped the gun barrel.

It was cool to the touch, and a feeling of perfect harmony and intuitive control washed over him, as if the gun were an extension of his own body.

Within the gun barrel, the vast and boundless Dao of Slaughter flowed, resonating with the Dao of Slaughter seed in his primordial spirit, instantly elevating his understanding of the Great Dao of Slaughter to a whole new level.

"From now on, you will follow me, and together we will carve out our own destiny in this primordial world!"

Meng Chuan spoke softly, and the God-Slaying Spear trembled slightly in response.

He put away his spear, stood up, and bowed deeply to the Pangu statue.

Then he turned and walked out of the hall.

I wonder if that girl... has returned to the ancestral land of the Witch Clan at this very moment?