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

And so, Meng Chuan settled down in the valley.

Houtu did not appear for some time afterward.

But the valley she left behind is indeed as she described—quiet and safe.

The roars of ferocious beasts and the occasional terrifying aura outside were all kept out by the array at the entrance of the valley.

The valley is like a paradise, a world unto itself.

During the day, Meng Chuan sat by the pool, practicing the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique.

The primordial spiritual energy was so dense that it was almost liquefied. With each breath, a bluish-white vortex of energy would form between the mouth and nose.

The golden vortex inside his dantian grew at an astonishing rate visible to the naked eye, gradually expanding from the size of a fist to fill half of his dantian...

On the seventh day, he broke through to the "mid-stage Earth Immortal".

The pale golden glow beneath her skin became more pronounced, and her magical power flowed naturally with every gesture.

He slammed his fist into the black rock at the bottom of the valley, and the rock surface cracked instantly, with the cracks reaching several feet deep.

But Meng Chuan felt no joy whatsoever.

He had seen Houtu raise her hand to suppress the remains of the God-Slaying Spear, and he had seen her bare feet treading the ground with an air of nonchalance as she shrank the earth to an inch.

Even a mid-stage Earth Immortal is still just a lowly ant in the primordial world.

Every day at noon, when the sun is at its strongest, Meng Chuan would dive to the bottom of the pool.

The pool is about ten zhang deep, and the bottom is covered with soft white sand.

The blackened broken spear was stuck in the sand, about three inches around it, the sand appearing charred black as if it had been burned.

Even with the suppression of the earth vein spiritual milk, one can still feel the lurking ferocity when approaching!

He sat cross-legged about ten feet in front of the gun, gazing into the distance.

At first, it was just about letting the gun get used to his "scent," for several days in a row...

He only dared to use his divine sense slightly when he felt the time was right.

He separated only a tiny wisp of his divine sense, and carefully probed it like a silk thread.

In this way, even if he suffers a backlash, he is confident that he can escape unscathed!

My consciousness roamed over the surface of the gun, and I could see the fine, spiderweb-like cracks on the barrel.

Deep within the cracks, a dark red light would occasionally flicker, like the pulse of a sleeping beast.

done?

While feeling somewhat surprised, Meng Chuan also "heard" some broken sounds.

"……kill……"

"……road……"

"……hatred……"

Intermittent, filled with resentment and bitterness!

It is the remnant will of the Demon Ancestor Rahu!

After a while, Meng Chuan withdrew his divine sense and surfaced to catch his breath.

"I didn't expect to gain anything from this."

Those fragments of murderous intent, though violent, contain a kind of purest and most primal "Tao".

Like the imprint of the Dao, he vaguely touched upon the true meaning of "slaughter".

Half a month later, Meng Chuan broke through to the "late stage of Earth Immortal".

The vortex of energy in his dantian had transformed into a golden lake, his magical power condensed to its extreme.

With a flick of his finger, a column of water burst open in the pool three zhang away, rising several zhang high!

He stood by the pool, watching the water droplets fall.

Then, he tried to draw upon the trace of killing intent he had gleaned from the remnant of the God-Slaying Spear.

laugh!

The sound of air being torn apart was sharp and piercing!

The water column no longer exploded, but was instead split in half by a thin, dark red line, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.

The thin line continued its trajectory, striking the opposite rock face and leaving a deep crack about a foot deep with charred edges.

Around the crack, the vegetation withered instantly!

Its power is a qualitative leap!

"That's interesting."

A voice came from behind without any warning.

Meng Chuan turned around.

Houtu appeared three zhang behind him at some point, still wearing the same dark yellow hemp robe, barefoot, and holding a small, snow-white beast that resembled a deer.

The little beast had already died; there was a small blood hole in its neck, but not a drop of blood had flowed out.

"senior."

Meng Chuan withdrew his magic, feeling awkward and like he was showing off his skills in front of an expert.

"Call me... fine, call me whatever you like."

Houtu gave up on getting Meng Chuan to change his mind, walked to the edge of the pool, and casually threw the small beast on the ground.

She glanced at him. "Late-stage Earth Immortal? Your progress isn't slow."

She walked to the crack in the rock wall, stretched out her fingertip, and gently stroked the charred edge. "You've got some nerve. You're only at the Earth Immortal level, yet you dare to try to comprehend the killing principles of the God-Slaying Spear."

Meng Chuan gave an awkward smile.

"However, the result was good."

Houtu turned around, sat down on the bluestone, and patted the side beside her. "Sit."

Meng Chuan obediently sat down.

Houtu took out a palm-sized leather pouch from his sleeve, uncorked it, and took a sip.

A crisp, clear aroma of wine wafted out, mixed with the sweetness of some kind of fruit.

"Would you like a drink?" She handed over the leather bag.

Meng Chuan hesitated for a moment, then took it and drank a sip, imitating her.

The liquid enters the throat, initially cool, then quickly transforms into a warm, scorching current that rushes from the throat straight to the lower abdomen.

The golden lake in his dantian surged and churned, visibly growing larger!

"This is……"

Meng Chuan was horrified!

"The wine of the witch clan."

Houtu took back the pouch and took another sip. "It's brewed with spiritual fruits from the foot of Buzhou Mountain and the essence of the earth's veins. It'll be somewhat beneficial for someone of your cultivation level."

It's more than just a few benefits!

Meng Chuan could feel that just this one bite was equivalent to half a month of arduous training.

Thank you.

"It's not free."

As Houtu spoke, she pointed to the snow-white little beast on the ground, "Next, you are responsible for skinning it, cleaning it, and roasting it."

Meng Chuan paused for a moment, then stood up and picked up the little beast.