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

Meng Chuan waited in front of the Pangu Temple for another month.

The barefoot figure in hemp clothing did not appear.

Every day, warriors from the Wu tribe would bring them spiritual fruits and meat, with a respectful attitude.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong also came once, casually saying, "Hou Tu hasn't returned from the depths of the earth's veins yet, and her return date is uncertain." They patted him on the shoulder and invited him to drink.

Meng Chuan politely declined.

The gun has been reforged, the wound has healed, and lingering here is inappropriate.

One morning a month later, he bowed deeply to the Pangu Temple and turned to leave.

As we left our ancestral land, the rising sun was emerging from the sea of ​​clouds, gilding Mount Buzhou with gold.

The mountain wind howled, blowing his unbound hair and the hem of his blue robe.

He glanced back at the vast, desolate land one last time, turned around, and took a step forward.

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

When it reappeared, it was already thousands of miles away.

This time, he did not conceal his presence.

He unleashed his late-stage Grand Luo cultivation without reservation, the clear light of the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron appeared and disappeared, the Daoist rhyme of the Dinghai Pearl flowed, and the killing intent of the God-Slaying Spear flowed quietly in his blood.

Wherever it passed, the mountains and rivers fell silent, and all living things lay dormant.

The demon patrol retreated in panic, the cultivators in seclusion closed their doors in horror, and the roars of ferocious beasts from the desolate land were suppressed.

This is the composure that comes with strength.

Kunlun remains majestic and beautiful.

But stepping back again, my state of mind was completely different.

Last time, he was extremely cautious, walking on thin ice, just to find that dusty Qiankun Ruler.

And now—

Meng Chuan stood in mid-air, looking down at the continuous mountains below, his gaze calm.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, Meng Chuan has come to visit."

The sound was not loud, but it was like a gentle breeze blowing across every inch of Kunlun Mountain, clearly reaching the Sanqing Cave.

A moment of silence.

Immediately afterwards, a clear and melodious sword cry soared into the sky from the depths of Kunlun!

The sword light, like a blue rainbow piercing the sun, arrived in an instant, landing a hundred feet in front of Meng Chuan, and transforming into a young Taoist in a blue robe carrying a sword.

It is indeed a passage to heaven.

His gaze fell on Meng Chuan, and he was first taken aback, then his eyes flashed with disbelief.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan."

Tongtian looked him up and down, "It's only been 1,900 years since we parted at Zixiao Palace... and you've already reached the late-stage perfection of the Great Luo realm?"

He remembers it perfectly clearly.

When I first met him at Kunlun, I thought he was nothing more than a true immortal.

When we met again before the Purple Cloud Palace, he had already attained the Great Luo!

Having listened to the Dao in the palace for three thousand years, he broke through to the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm in one fell swoop.

And now... he has actually reached the late stage of the Great Luo realm!

Such a speed of cultivation is something I've never even heard of, let alone seen with my own eyes!

As a true descendant of Pangu, with such profound roots, he was a Great Luo Immortal from the moment he took human form. He has cultivated for countless years and has only now reached this realm.

And this person...

Tongtian took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said with a wry smile, "Every time you show yourself, you always give me a fright."

Meng Chuan smiled slightly: "I've gained something by sheer luck, please forgive my poor performance, fellow Daoist."

"Just luck?" Tongtian shook his head. "If this is just luck, then all my countless years of arduous cultivation have become a joke."

He stepped aside and gestured for him to enter.

"Since you have come to Kunlun, please come inside for a chat. It just so happens that my two elder brothers are also very curious about you."

Meng Chuan nodded, and followed Tongtian, transforming into a stream of light and falling into the depths of Kunlun.

The Three Pure Caves are three adjacent blessed lands arranged in a triangular pattern, sharing the spiritual essence of their ancestral lineage.

Tongtian led Meng Chuan straight into the most ancient cave in the center.

The furnishings inside the mansion were simple, with a few futons and an incense burner, from which smoke curled upwards.

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi were already seated on the futon.

Lao Tzu was still dressed in a gray robe, holding a whisk, with his eyelids slightly lowered.

Yuanshi had a solemn expression, dressed in a dark yellow Taoist robe, with his back straight. The moment Meng Chuan stepped in, his gaze fell on him as if it were a physical object.

When Yuanshi sensed Meng Chuan's harmonious, unhindered, and profound aura of the late-stage Great Luo Realm, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the knuckles of his hand holding the jade ruyi turned slightly white.

The Great Luo has reached its peak in its later stages!

This kid... has actually caught up with my third brother's cultivation level?

How long has it been?

After the lecture at Zixiao Palace, he had only just entered the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm. Although he was no longer an ant in his eyes, he was still not worth mentioning.

But now...

In Yuan Shi's heart, an indescribable sense of frustration and resentment spread like a poisonous vine.

But he was extremely shrewd, and his expression remained completely unchanged. He simply nodded slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, how have you been?"

His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Laozi also opened his eyes at this moment, his gaze lingering on Meng Chuan for a moment, and a rare ripple flashed in his usually calm eyes.

"Fellow Daoist's progress is unprecedented in history," Lao Tzu said slowly, his voice calm. "Please sit."

Meng Chuan sat down on the empty futon, his expression calm.

Tongtian sat opposite him and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, have you come to keep our appointment before Zixiao Palace years ago to discuss and exchange ideas?"

"Indeed." Meng Chuan nodded. "I benefited greatly from listening to the teachings at Zixiao Palace, but when I tried to comprehend them on my own, I encountered some obstacles. I heard that you have profound knowledge of swordsmanship, so I came here to ask for your guidance."

"I wouldn't presume to ask for your advice; we're simply verifying each other's findings."

Tongtian waved his hand, but his eyes revealed a look of eager anticipation.

He has a straightforward personality and prefers to discuss and debate with others.

However, of the two elder brothers, Laozi was inactive and disliked fighting, while Yuanshi valued propriety and maintained a high status.

In the Kunlun Mountains, there hadn't been a worthy opponent to satisfy him for a long time.

"Before we begin our discussion, I have a question, though I am unsure whether I should ask it," Lao Tzu suddenly said.

"Fellow Daoist, please speak."

"The cultivation technique you practice, fellow Daoist," Laozi's gaze was profound, as if he could see through illusion, "is it related to the Father God?"

Upon hearing this, both Yuanshi and Tongtian were taken aback and looked at Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan's heart stirred slightly, but his expression remained unchanged: "What makes you say that, fellow Daoist?"

"When you first entered the Daoist path, your Qi and blood circulated throughout your body, and there was a faint trace of the Daoist principles of creation flowing through you."

Lao Tzu slowly said, "That is not the Dao of the Primordial Spirit, but the purest Dao of Power, which comes from the same source as the Daoist charm that was released when the Father God created the world."

Meng Chuan remained silent for a moment, then said frankly, "The cultivation technique I practice is called the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and it does indeed have some connection with the Father God Pangu."

He didn't elaborate, but that was enough.

The three immortals looked at each other, their eyes flashing with complex emotions.

They were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, and are the continuation of the Father God's "God".

This person actually cultivated the Great Dao of Father God's "Power".

No wonder the border crossing was so terrifying!

The thorn in Yuanshi's heart had sunk even deeper.

An "outsider" who cultivates the Great Dao of Father God's power is almost catching up with them, the true descendants of Pangu, in terms of cultivation.

"I see." Lao Tzu nodded and asked no more questions.

Everyone has their own destiny; it cannot be forced, and delving into it is pointless.

"Since you cultivate the Great Dao of Strength, while I cultivate the Dao of the Sword, it is a perfect match."

Tongtian laughed, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, "The ultimate power can break all laws. The ultimate sword can also sever all paths. I wonder which is stronger?"

Meng Chuan smiled as well: "I was just looking forward to experiencing the power of your Qingping Sword, fellow Daoist."

"good!"

Tongtian stood up, and the Qingping Sword flew out from behind him and landed in his palm.

"This place isn't enough; come with me!"

He transformed into a sword beam and burst out of the cave.

Meng Chuan followed closely behind.

Laozi and Yuanshi exchanged a glance, then both got up and followed.