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

The rumbling from the depths of Buzhou Mountain lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The resonance inside the mountain grew louder and deeper, as if a giant who created the world had awakened from his slumber and stretched his body.

In the sky, chaotic air currents swirled back, and earth, water, fire, and wind naturally gave way.

That awakening power, its aura vast, pure, and heavy, is like the first axe light that cleaved through chaos and established order!

On the side of the Wu tribe, Dijiang's crimson eyes were fixed on the direction of their ancestral land, his chest heaving...

It has both the surging bloodlust after a great battle and a deep, almost trembling thrill from the depths of one's blood!

Laozi and Yuanshi Qingguang exchanged a glance, their expressions solemn.

Lao Tzu's gaze was deep, as if he were deducing something.

Yuanshi held the jade ruyi in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, and in his eyes, besides fear, there was also a trace of undisguised trepidation.

Meng Chuan, this boy, actually proved himself to be a half-step Primordial Immortal through the Law of Force?!

It was thought that he had reached the peak of the Great Luo realm by following the path of strength, but unexpectedly, he took this crucial step and became a Quasi-Saint!

Although he was only at the early stage of Quasi-Saint, his combat strength was far superior to that of an early stage Quasi-Saint who had severed his three corpses!

Houtu also proved her Dao through the laws. Although the laws of earth are not as powerful as the laws of force, she was able to fight Taiyi, who was in the same realm and wielded the Chaos Bell, to a draw. This shows how powerful the laws of Dao can be.

Moreover, in terms of grade, the God-Slaying Spear in Meng Chuan's hands is a supreme innate treasure, far surpassing the top-grade innate spiritual treasure in Hou Tu's hands. In terms of killing power alone, it is even slightly superior to the Chaos Bell, which is good at both offense and defense!

the other side.

Taiyi's face was slightly pale, the Chaos Bell hung above him, and the Dao patterns on the bell's body flickered, indicating that he had consumed a great deal of energy.

He stared intently at the direction of the ancestral land of the Witch Clan, flames flickering in his crimson-gold eyes—anger, resentment, and even a hint of…fear he was unwilling to admit.

Not far away, Houtu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gazed calmly into the distance.

There, the profound Daoist essence resonated subtly with that vast power.

The golden dragon scissors at her waist gleamed dimly, but her hand holding them remained steady.

With a flick of its tail, the power of time receded, and the candle-like eyes on the human face suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented brilliance!

Tongtian sheathed his sword and Qingping returned to its sheath. Far from being afraid, he grinned, his eyes filled with eager fighting spirit.

Di Jun retrieved the Hetu and Luoshu, the starlight dimmed, and his face turned gloomy.

Jieyin and Zhunti withdrew their golden lotuses, their inner light radiating Buddha-like light, their suffering faces revealing a profound shock.

The Styx Demon King returned to its sheath, the blood-red phantom faded, and its scarlet eyes flickered uncertainly.

Zhen Yuanzi retrieved the Earth Book, and the Qi of Earth sank into the earth, protecting the pale-faced Hongyun behind him. His gaze towards the ancestral land was filled with relief and amazement.

Kunpeng transformed back into human form, its sharp claws disappearing. It stood at the edge of the demon camp, its expression shifting before finally lowering its eyes.

All the powerful beings, regardless of whether they were friend or foe, or whether their injuries were minor or severe, involuntarily stopped moving at this moment...

Their gazes all turned toward the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, toward the source of the erupting aura deep within Mount Buzhou.

Waiting...

Complete silence!

Only the ever-growing resonance deep within Mount Buzhou, and the resounding, soul-stirring pulse of "power" echoing between heaven and earth!

finally--

hum! ! !

An indescribable roar erupted from the depths of the ancestral land!

The next moment, Mount Buzhou trembled violently, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open, and countless ancient, intricate, and powerfully beautiful Dao patterns appeared on the surface of the mountain...

These Dao patterns spread from the foot of the mountain to the summit, intertwining with each other, and finally, in the sky above the ancestral land, they wove together into a blurry phantom that stood tall and firm, with bulging muscles, hands supporting the sky, and feet firmly planted on the ground!

The phantom of Pangu!

Although it was merely a phantom manifestation of the resonance of wills, and even its face was not clearly visible, its supreme will, which could create the world and break through the ages, swept across the six directions and shook the eight wastelands as if it were a tangible thing!

"Father God...appearing in human form?!"

Dijiang's voice trembled, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears, and he suddenly knelt on one knee.

"Father God!"

The remaining ten ancestral witches, including Zhu Jiuyin, all knelt down, their heads buried deep in their chests, their bodies trembling slightly with excitement.

This was the first time since they took human form that they had so clearly perceived the existence of the Father God's will.

Afterwards, Houtu slowly knelt down, her bare feet touching the ground, her hands clasped in front of her chest, her eyes calm yet brighter than ever before.

The Three Pure Ones had complex expressions. Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian all bowed to the phantom of Pangu.

They were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, and at this moment they could also feel the supreme majesty that originated from the same source.

All the other powerful beings, regardless of their attitudes toward the Wu tribe or Pangu, involuntarily bowed their heads in awe before this will that created the world.

The phantom of Pangu existed for only nine breaths.

Nine breaths later, it slowly faded away, turning into specks of chaotic light that disappeared into the depths of Mount Buzhou.

But that vast aura of power did not dissipate; instead, it became even more condensed and concentrated.

I don't know when...

A figure slowly stepped out from the direction of the ancestral land!

One step, traversing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!

Two steps, and the earth's veins resonate with it!

Three steps, and we've reached the heart of the battlefield!

The newcomer was dressed in a spotless blue robe, his hair casually tied back with a wooden hairpin. His face was calm, and his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, yet they seemed to contain a terrifying power capable of tearing apart the chaos...

It was Meng Chuan!

He stood there, not deliberately emitting any aura, but the space around him naturally and slightly distorted, light was deflected, and earth, water, fire, and wind gave way...

It was as if even this world could not fully contain his existence!

"A Quasi-Saint of Power..."

Lao Tzu slowly uttered four words, and a clear solemnity finally appeared in his usually calm eyes.

Proving the Way through force is a completely different "Way"!

Severing the three corpses is to get closer to the Heavenly Way and borrow its power.

To prove the Way through force is to follow the path of proving the Way through laws, and it is the supreme law of laws, the "Law of Force".

If one can use this to prove the Dao of Hunyuan, one can break free from constraints and use one's own power to perform the act of creating the world!

Just like the ancient father god Pangu!

The difference in quality between the two is obvious!

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, congratulations on breaking through your realm! The Great Dao is within your reach!"

Zhen Yuanzi spoke first, stroking his beard and smiling, his eyes full of genuine joy.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, congratulations!"

Hongyun also smiled broadly, cupped her hands in congratulations, and although she was weak, she was in high spirits.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, Fellow Daoist Hongyun, thank you."

Meng Chuan nodded slightly to the two of them, his tone calm.

"Hahaha! Brother Meng Chuan, you've finally come out!"

Dijiang strode forward and patted Meng Chuan's shoulder forcefully, his voice booming so loudly that the surrounding rocks rustled and fell.

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent! Truly worthy of being a friend of my Witch Clan! To prove the Dao through force and resonate with the will of the Father God is unprecedented since the beginning of time! Refreshing! Refreshing!"

Congratulations, Brother Mengchuan!

Zhu Rong also grinned, and without realizing it, his address to Meng Chuan changed from the casual "kid" to the serious "brother".

In his emotional state, the flames around him surged!