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

Suddenly, the girl tossed the broken gun over. "Catch."

Meng Chuan subconsciously reached out and took it.

The broken gun felt cold to the touch, like metal, but seemed heavier.

The gun barrel was clearly cracked, but the previous ferocious aura had vanished without a trace, making it look like an ordinary piece of iron.

"Since you discovered it first, it belongs to you."

The girl said calmly, "However, with your current cultivation level, it's best not to attempt to refine it. Try to seal it away first, and consider refining it when you reach the Golden Immortal realm."

"The power I left above cannot suppress it for long."

Upon hearing the girl's words, Meng Chuan couldn't help but be taken aback: "Senior... are you going to give this to me?"

"Otherwise what?"

The girl glanced at him. "You found it first. Besides, I don't cultivate the path of killing, so this thing is useless to me."

She spoke of it casually, as if she were offering a worthless trinket.

If it were something else, Meng Chuan might have been more polite.

But this thing—

He took a deep breath and bowed very respectfully: "Thank you for bestowing this treasure upon me, senior! May I ask your name?"

The girl turned around and looked at the distant bluish-gray sky.

The wind ruffled the stray hairs around her cheek, revealing her softly contoured profile.

"Houtu".

The girl spoke, her voice very soft...

But when it reached Meng Chuan's ears, it was like a thunderclap from the heavens!

Houtu!

May his body be reborn and forever guard the underworld!

That ancestral witch in ancient myths and legends, whose compassion bordered on cruelty...

Standing right in front of him, barefoot and dressed in hemp clothing, with delicate features and a youthful face, she looked even younger than him.

Meng Chuan's throat tightened, and for a moment he was unable to speak.

"Have you heard of me?"

Houtu turned around, her gaze falling on his face with a hint of inquiry.

"...I've heard about it."

Meng Chuan suppressed his turbulent emotions and tried to keep his voice steady, "Senior is... the Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan?"

Upon hearing this, Houtu's surprise deepened.

However, she didn't press further, but simply waved her hand: "This isn't the place to talk. The remnants of the God-Slaying Spear have appeared in the world, and their malevolent aura is leaking out. Some ferocious beasts and even certain ancient beings in the vicinity might sense it. Let's leave here first."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Barefoot on the scorching red earth, not a single trace was left.

Meng Chuan gripped the broken gun tightly, looked around at the desolate wasteland, and followed without hesitation.

The two walked westward along the foot of Chishan Mountain, one in front of the other.

Houtu's steps were not fast, but with each step she took, her figure appeared at an extremely exaggerated distance, shrinking the distance to an inch.

Meng Chuan had to exert all his magical power to barely keep up.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, Houtu suddenly stopped.

"arrive."

Meng Chuan looked up and saw the entrance to a valley ahead.

The valley entrance is narrow, allowing only two people to pass side by side.

The mountain walls on both sides are steep and dark red. Upon closer inspection, natural twisted patterns can be seen on the rock walls, resembling ancient runes.

A cool breeze blows through the valley, carrying the fresh scent of damp grass and trees, which is refreshing and invigorating.

Compared to the sweltering heat outside, it felt like two completely different worlds.

"Come in with me."

Hou Tu should enter first.

Meng Chuan followed closely behind.

After passing through the narrow valley, a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before us!

The valley was a vibrant scene of life—lush green grass, towering ancient trees, and a clear, blue pool in the center, with unidentified pale purple flowers blooming along its banks.

Several small waterfalls cascade down the distant mountainside, their waters gurgling softly.

The spiritual energy in this place is still as rich as ever, but it has become much gentler, without the violent oppression of the outside world.

"sit."

Houtu walked to the flat bluestone by the pool and sat down, patting his side.

After a brief hesitation, Meng Chuan went over and sat down.

"You bear the aura of the Father God."

Houtu cut to the chase, her gaze fixed on his face, calm and direct. "Though it's a faint expression, I won't mistake you. Where did you obtain the cultivation technique you practice?"

Meng Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

So, is this the reason why the other party is "taking care" of him?

The Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique has been exposed?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he dared not hesitate on his face: "By chance, I obtained a fragmented cultivation technique called the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique."

"Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique..."

Houtu repeated in a low voice, her surprise no longer concealed, "Indeed, it is the fundamental method by which the Father God proved His Way through force, a method long lost. Where did you obtain it?"

"...an ancient site."

Meng Chuan said, forcing himself to speak.

Houtu stared at him for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

Her smile was very faint, like ripples spreading across the surface of a pool, yet it instantly brought her beautiful face to life.

"Never mind, everyone has secrets."

She didn't press further, but simply shook her head gently. "Your acquisition of this technique is both a matter of chance and karma. Cultivate it diligently, and do not disgrace it."

Meng Chuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."

"Since you have received the inheritance from the Father God, you are destined to be with our witch clan."

Houtu took out a dark yellow bone fragment from her sleeve and handed it to him. "This is my token. With this, you can enter the ancestral land of the Wu tribe on Buzhou Mountain. If you encounter danger, crush the bone fragment, and I will be able to sense it."

The bone fragment felt warm and smooth to the touch, with a simple rune engraved on it, resembling an ancient character for "earth".

Meng Chuan solemnly accepted the gift: "Thank you, Ancestral Witch Houtu."

"Do not call yourself an ancestral witch."

Houtu stood up, her bare feet stepping onto the grass. "You can call me Houtu."

She paused for a moment and looked out of the valley.

"The primordial world is dangerous. Your cultivation is still shallow, so do not wander around recklessly. Cultivate in this valley first. There is an array I have set up at the entrance of the valley, so it will not be easy for outsiders to find you. It is not too late to leave the valley after you have made progress in your cultivation."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure faded away, like a reflection in water, disappearing into the air.

Only one last sentence drifted into Meng Chuan's ears:

"Before refining that fragment of the God-Slaying Spear, it can be sealed at the bottom of the pool. The pool water is the earth's spiritual essence, which can suppress evil spirits."

Meng Chuan stood there, holding the bone fragment that still retained the warmth of the girl's palm, without moving for a long time.

The clear water reflected the bluish-gray sky and his slightly bewildered face.

He lowered his head and looked at the broken, black gun in his hand.

The remains of the God-killing Spear.

Houtu.

The Witch Clan.

flood.

Everything happened so fast, like a tornado...

Ah, no, it's like an extremely absurd dream!

But the warm, smooth touch of the bone fragment in his hand, the slowly rotating golden vortex in his dantian, and the dense, primordial spiritual energy in the air all told him—

All of this is real!

Meng Chuan turned around and walked to the edge of the green pool.

The pool was so deep that the bottom could not be seen, and a faint white mist floated on its surface.

He hesitated for a moment, then gently placed the broken gun into the water.

The broken gun went into the water and sank silently without splashing a drop of water.

Beneath the surface of the water, a dark red blood-red light flashed and disappeared, then was swallowed up by the emerald green pool!

Meng Chuan sat down cross-legged by the pool.

With my eyes closed, the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique flowed through my mind, and I practiced it with exceptional focus.