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

Traveling through the chaos, Dijiang remained silent, his aura as deep as an abyss. Wherever he passed, the chaotic airflow naturally avoided him, revealing a sense of suppressed solemnity.

Only after leaving the chaos and entering the primordial world did he slowly speak, his voice like muffled thunder:

"Brother Mengchuan, on this trip back to our ancestral home, my ten younger brothers and I have something to give you."

Meng Chuan's mind raced, and he glanced to the side.

Dijiang turned his head, his gaze serious, and solemnly said, "Our Wu tribe has always been clear about gratitude and resentment."

"We have decided that each of us eleven, plus Houtu, will contribute one drop of Ancestral Witch Blood Essence, making a total of twelve drops, to aid your cultivation."

Meng Chuan was startled.

Twelve drops of Ancestral Witch's essence blood!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence and blood of Pangu, and were born to wield a law. Their essence and blood not only contained immense power, but also their respective corresponding fundamental laws!

Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Thunder, Rain, Lightning, Ice, Space, Time!

Twelve Laws!

For Meng Chuan, who is pursuing the path of law and the great way of cultivating power, if he could comprehend even a little bit of this, it would be of great benefit to his breakthrough to the Quasi-Saint realm.

"This gift is too much," Meng Chuan said slowly.

He knew the Wu tribe was straightforward, but this "generous reward" far exceeded his expectations.

The essence and blood of the Ancestral Witches are the foundation of the Witch Clan.

Removing even a single drop will inevitably damage one's vital energy, requiring long-term nurturing to recover.

Each of the twelve Ancestral Witches received a drop; this was an immense act of kindness.

"Too heavy?"

Dijiang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, but there was no hint of a joke in his eyes.

"You are walking the path of proving the Dao through force, which is extremely difficult. Laozi severed his two corpses and entered the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint. Yuanshi, Tongtian, Taiyi, and Styx also severed their corpses and entered the early stage of Quasi-Saint. Other great powers are also in seclusion to break through."

"Although your combat power is unparalleled, your cultivation level is ultimately stuck at the peak of the Great Luo realm. If this continues, even with fragments of the Chaos Pearl and the complete God-Slaying Spear, it will be difficult for you to contend with those who have mastered the Corpse Slaying technique."

He paused, then said in a deep voice, "We, the Ancestral Witches, do not cultivate the primordial spirit and do not know the true nature of the path of severing corpses. However, we do know that the power of laws, though different, ultimately leads to the same goal. The essence and blood of the twelve of us each contain a fundamental law, which may help you comprehend the true meaning of power and break through to the Quasi-Saint realm in one fell swoop!"

"As for cause and effect, you don't need to think about it too much..."

Dijiang waved his hand and said boldly, "Our Wu Clan acts only to ensure we have a clear conscience. You have treated my sister with sincerity, and we will repay you with sincerity in return. What karma is there for our Wu Clan!"

Houtu, standing to the side, nodded gently, her gaze calm as she looked at Meng Chuan.

"Your brothers have made up their minds, so... you should accept it."

Meng Chuan remained silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Therefore, Meng Chuan will accept it without hesitation. I will never forget this kindness."

"Haha! Great!"

Dijiang laughed and patted Meng Chuan on the shoulder.

"Let's go! Back to our ancestral homeland!"

The three transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the primordial barrier.

……

The ancestral home of the Wu tribe, the Pangu Temple.

The twelve ancestral witches gathered together.

Apart from Houtu, the other eleven ancestral witches all sat cross-legged in the hall.

Dijiang stood in the center and said in a deep voice, "Let's begin."

Zhu Rong was the first to stand up, grinned, and pressed his hand to his chest.

A drop of blood, as red as lava and containing the phantom of raging flames, slowly seeped from his fingertip and floated in mid-air.

After the essence of blood was released, Zhu Rong's face turned slightly pale and his aura weakened by three points, but the divine light in his eyes did not diminish.

"Hey kid, catch this!"

He flicked his finger, and crimson blood flew toward Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan reached out, enveloped it with his magic, and took it into his palm.

Upon receiving the essence and blood, it scorched like the blazing sun, and the inherent source of the fire law within surged and roared, seemingly about to burn everything in its path.

Immediately afterwards—

Jumang raised his hand, and a drop of vibrant, verdant essence blood flew out, circulating the laws of wood.

As Ru Shou counted on his fingers, a drop of golden, sharp, and chilling essence blood appeared, and the law of metal resonated.

Gonggong, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Yuezi, Shebishi...

One by one, the ancestral witches forced out their own essence and blood.

Sometimes the air is filled with moisture, sometimes it is chillingly cold, sometimes it is thunderous, sometimes it is howling wind, sometimes it is distorted space, sometimes it is flowing time, sometimes it is changing weather, sometimes it is luxurious and deep...

Twelve drops of essence blood floated in front of Meng Chuan, each with a different color and Daoist aura, yet they all originated from the same source and resonated faintly.

Each drop contains a complete fundamental law.

Every drop is the essence of a thousand years of arduous cultivation by an ancestral witch.

Looking at the twelve drops of essence blood before him, Meng Chuan felt a heavy weight in his heart.

This cause and effect is indeed significant.

"Brother Mengchuan, calm your mind, circulate your cultivation technique, and absorb and refine it," Dijiang said solemnly.

"We will protect you."

After saying this, the twelve Ancestral Witches each sat cross-legged, their qi and blood connected, and set up a mysterious formation in the Pangu Hall to protect Meng Chuan in the center.

Houtu was also in the formation, sitting opposite him, her gaze calm yet encouraging.

Meng Chuan said no more, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated.

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique slowly circulates, and the Qi and blood burn like in a furnace.

He raised his hand, making a gesture as if to beckon.

The first drop, the essence of fire from Zhurong, entered between his eyebrows.

boom--!!

The fiery source of the law, as blazing as the sun, exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into endless flames that burned the primordial spirit.

Meng Chuan calmed his mind, using the Great Dao of Power as his foundation to encompass, refine, and comprehend.

The great way of power encompasses everything.

The ferocity of fire is also a manifestation of power.

Burning, destruction, rebirth... the true meaning of fire slowly flows through my heart.

One hundred days later, the essence of fire was completely refined.

A faint crimson flame flickered around Meng Chuan's body, and a fire-based Dao pattern quietly emerged beneath his skin.

He raised his hand and drew out the second drop of Jumang's wood essence blood.

Vitality, growth, nourishment...

The flexibility of wood is another form of force.

Another hundred days passed, and the essence of the wood was refined.

The verdant Dao patterns intertwine with the fire patterns.

The third drop is the essence of gold from the harvest.

Sharp, chilling, severing...

The hardness of metal represents the ultimate strength.

……

One year, two years, three years...

Meng Chuan was immersed in comprehending the origins of the twelve laws.

The great principle of power is like a main thread, running through everything.

He embodies the sharpness of metal, the vitality of wood, the resilience of water, the ferocity of fire, the weight of earth, the swiftness of wind, the fury of thunder, the mystery of space, and the flow of time…

Disassemble it one by one, understand it one by one, and integrate it into your own understanding of "force".

Force, not brute force.

It is the creative power that opened up the world, the destructive power that burns all things, the life force that nourishes all things, the sharp power that cuts through everything, and the heavy power that bears everything...

It is space, it is time, it is earth, water, fire, and wind, it is heaven and earth and all things, it is the foundation of all existence!

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique operates faster and faster, with Qi and blood flowing like the Yangtze River.

Within the primordial spirit, twelve fine law patterns slowly emerged on the petals of the three-colored Dao flower.

The rainbow bridge formed from the five elements in his chest became increasingly solid, completely merging with the stem of the Dao flower.

The bottleneck at the pinnacle of the Great Luo realm began to loosen dramatically.

Little by little, and little by little...

Meng Chuan could feel that the membrane was getting thinner and thinner, as if it would break at any moment.

The essence and blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches contain not only the origin of laws, but also the wisp of the will to create the world within the bloodline of Pangu.

He wants to use this opportunity to break through the bottleneck and enter the Quasi-Saint realm!

Moreover, he is a quasi-saint who proved the Way through force!