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

Several days later, when the group arrived at Zixiao Palace, hundreds of figures were already standing outside the palace gates.

The auras were mixed in strength and weakness, with the weakest being at the late Taiyi stage and over a hundred being at the Daluo stage.

Many of the faces were unfamiliar, and their auras were ancient and obscure; they must have been reclusive figures who had not attended the previous lecture but had come upon hearing the news.

"This is quite a lively occasion."

Tongtian glanced at it, slightly surprised.

"After the lecture, those who listened to the Dao made great progress in their cultivation, and the whole world knew about it. Even those who had previously thought they were too proud to attend could no longer sit still." Lao Tzu's gaze slowly swept over the crowd.

Meng Chuan followed the crowd and quickly noticed some "old acquaintances".

Nuwa and Fuxi stood side by side, the Dao of Creation flowing, the Eight Trigrams disc deducing the secrets of heaven, already at the late stage of the Great Luo.

Di Jun stood before the demon race, his expression solemn. Starlight flickered around him, indicating that he had reached the late-stage perfection of the Great Luo realm, just half a step away from the peak.

Beside him, Taiyi sat cross-legged, healing his injuries. His face was pale, and a mysterious light flickered on his chest. He was indeed at the peak of the Great Luo realm, but his aura was weak, clearly indicating that his fundamental health had been damaged.

Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and other future pillars of the Heavenly Court have also broken through to the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm. Upon closer inspection, the overall strength of the demon race has increased significantly since the last lecture.

No wonder he's one of the main characters in the upcoming world.

Styx stood alone in a corner, his blood-red robe billowing, his aura sinister, and he had actually stepped into the peak of the Great Luo realm.

But when Meng Chuan's gaze swept over him, he froze, his bloodshot eyes narrowed, and Yuan Tu A Bi trembled slightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Meng Chuan glanced at him briefly before looking away.

As for the Three Pure Ones... he had already seen through their cultivation levels on the way here.

Lao Tzu's magical power was perfectly unified, and the Daoist charm arose spontaneously, with the Three Flowers and Five Qi already complete.

A mysterious Daoist aura emanated from deep within his brow, as if something was being nurtured...

Perhaps the first of the three corpses is about to solidify?

He was following the path of severing the three corpses, and judging from his aura, he had already reached the pinnacle of the Great Luo realm.

Having heard the path of the Quasi-Saint, it will probably not be long before he can sever one of his corpses and instantly become a Quasi-Saint.

Yuanshi and Tongtian were also at the peak of the Daluo realm, but compared to Laozi, they were ultimately a step behind.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun also arrived.

The two were far stronger than when they discussed Dao at Wuzhuang Temple last time, and both had entered the late stage of the Great Luo realm.

Zhen Yuanzi held the Earth Book in his hand, its earthly Daoist aura as heavy as a mountain;

Hongyun was surrounded by auspicious clouds, his smile still honest and kind, but his eyes held a deeper understanding born of the passage of time.

Seeing Meng Chuan looking over, the two men's eyes lit up, and they quickly walked closer.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan!"

Hongyun took the lead in bowing, his face beaming, "I heard that you overpowered Taiyi in the chaos some time ago, but unfortunately I arrived early and did not witness it in person."

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and laughed, "Fellow Daoist and Taiyi were both at the peak of the Great Luo realm, yet you were still able to defeat him. It is truly astonishing! After this battle, the prehistoric world will once again resound with your illustrious name."

"You two are too kind."

Meng Chuan returned the greeting with a cupped hand and stepped aside to let Houtu pass, saying, "This is Houtu, the ancestral witch of the Wu tribe."

Houtu nodded slightly to the two of them, her expression calm.

Zhen Yuanzi said with a kind expression, "Zhen Yuanzi, greetings to the Ancestral Witch. I have long heard that the Ancestral Witch governs the earth and manages the earth's veins, which is also helpful to my path as an earth immortal. If you have time in the future, you are welcome to come to Wanshou Mountain to discuss the Dao."

Houtu's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan nodded slightly to her.

Houtu then turned to Zhen Yuanzi, her lips slightly twitching as if she were trying to force a smile, but it ultimately felt somewhat unnatural. She simply said softly, "Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, you are too kind. If fate allows, I will certainly visit you in the future."

Although her tone was indifferent, it was a rare instance of her being "polite" to outsiders.

Hongyun smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Hongyun greets the Ancestral Witch. Last time, when I discussed the Dao with Fellow Daoist Mengchuan at Wuzhuang Temple, I often heard him mention the Ancestral Witch. It is a great honor to meet you today."

As he spoke, he secretly winked at Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan was speechless. He hadn't realized before that Hong Yun had the potential to be a "wingman."

Houtu nodded slightly, her lips curving upwards to reveal a faint smile that was slightly stiff but clear enough.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Hongyun."

His voice was calm, trying his best to maintain the impression of "not making things difficult for him in front of his friends."

Seeing that Houtu was not good at socializing, Meng Chuan coughed lightly and changed the subject: "The scene in front of Zixiao Palace this time is much larger than the last time we talked."

"Indeed," Hongyun interjected, his tone complex. "When we spoke, there were three thousand guests, but only about a hundred were Great Luo Immortals. Now, only a few hundred have arrived, yet there are already over a hundred Great Luo Immortals, with late-stage and peak-stage figures emerging in droves."

"Once the Dao Ancestor finishes explaining the Path of Quasi-Saints... the Primordial World is likely to undergo a dramatic transformation."

Meng Chuan nodded, deeply agreeing.

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique he cultivates follows the path of proving the Dao through laws, specifically the laws of power, and does not sever the three corpses. It remains to be seen whether this opportunity to hear the Dao will allow him to take that crucial step.

Just as I was pondering this, the chaos in the distance suddenly exploded!

More than ten figures, their blood and qi surging to the heavens, fierce and domineering, tore through the chaos and descended!

The leader was none other than Dijiang, the head of the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan!

Behind him were Jumang, Rushou, Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Yuezi, Shebishi... the other ten ancestral witches of the witch clan!

Including Dijiang, all eleven ancestral witches arrived!

Eleven powerful auras erupted without reservation, their qi and blood merging into a chaotic turmoil.

The powerful figures standing before the palace gates all paled.

"The Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan!"

"Eleven ancestral witches have all arrived... What are they planning to do?"

"I heard that Taiyi intercepted Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, in the Chaos a few days ago and injured her. Is she here seeking revenge?"

Whispers suddenly arose.

Meng Chuan's gaze swept over it, and his heart trembled slightly.

During their meeting more than three thousand years ago, only Di Jiang possessed an unfathomable aura, indicating that he already had combat power above that of a Quasi-Saint.

Looking at it now, Di Jiang's aura is becoming increasingly vast, and he probably already has combat power comparable to the mid-stage Quasi-Saint!

As for Zhu Jiuyin, his body was filled with rising blood and murderous aura, and he had clearly surpassed the Great Luo level, possessing combat power comparable to the early stage of Quasi-Saint!

The other Ancestral Witches are all comparable to the peak of the Great Luo realm, with strong blood and qi and astonishing killing intent!

The speed of improvement is astonishing.

In other words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence of Pangu's blood and the chaotic evil energy of creation. They were eroded by the evil energy, which destroyed their primordial spirit, making it difficult for them to cultivate their primordial spirit. They could only focus on their physical body and the laws...

Otherwise, what role would the demon race have in the prehistoric world?

Houtu was able to cultivate her primordial spirit because she was the last of the twelve ancestral witches to take human form. She had the strongest earth virtue, the weakest innate evil energy erosion, and the least suppression on her primordial spirit.

In addition, she was the most calm and stable in temperament, unlike other ancestral witches who were warlike and violent, which perfectly suited her to the path of cultivating the primordial spirit.

Dijiang's gaze was like lightning, instantly locking onto the location of the demon race, especially pausing on Taiyi, his eyes flashing with cold light.

"Taiichi the scruffy bird!"

He took a step forward, and the sound was like thunder.

"How dare you touch my sister!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other ten Ancestral Witches stepped forward, and their terrifying aura and blood pressure erupted, like ten thousand divine mountains collapsing, pressing down on the demon race!

Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and other demon gods groaned and staggered backward, their faces turning pale.