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

Meng Chuan stood in mid-air, casting only a faint glance in the direction of Taiyi, his gaze as indifferent as if looking at an ant.

They disdain to explain or respond.

They couldn't even be bothered to offer a single sarcastic remark.

This utter disregard was more humiliating to Taiyi than any verbal insult!

"puff--!!"

Enraged, he spat out another mouthful of blood, his face turning as red as blood, his chest heaving, his eyes bulging with fury, yet he clenched his teeth tightly, daring not to utter another word.

He fears.

He was genuinely afraid that Meng Chuan would deliver another punch and kill him.

Even with the Chaos Bell protecting him, Meng Chuan, whose strength was reduced to less than one-tenth, had no chance of survival.

Meng Chuan stopped looking at him and gestured with his hand.

The purple and white gourd, which had been suspended in mid-air, obediently fell into the palm of the hand, trembled slightly, and then remained still.

Top-grade innate spiritual treasures possess their own sentience, and under the overwhelming aura of power and chilling killing intent emanating from Meng Chuan, they dared not resist in the slightest.

Immediately, Meng Chuan's gaze swept across the battlefield.

The remaining five gourds—purple-gold, purple-red, purple-blue, purple-yellow, and purple-black—suspended in various directions and subtly drawn by the powerful energies of the surroundings, all trembled slightly as they came into view, detached from their original positions, and transformed into five streams of light that fell in front of him.

Laozi's eyes flickered, a clear light emanating from them, as if he wanted to intercept the purple-gold gourd.

The jade ruyi atop Yuanshi Peak shone with a bright, clear light, enveloping the purplish-black gourd.

Nuwa drew upon the power of creation and swept it toward the purple-green gourd.

The River Styx, a sea of ​​blood, surged, yearning to seize the crimson gourd.

The Qingping Sword in front of Tongtian hummed softly, but he did not make a move, only watching the purple and yellow gourd fly away.

however--

"snort!"

Meng Chuan gave a faint snort, and the aura of power around him suddenly erupted!

The invisible force field acted like a physical barrier, deflecting and crushing all incoming supernatural powers, magical abilities, and vital energy!

Even those powerful figures present, though not yet exhausted, were far from their peak strength and could not withstand the power of the other force.

The five gourds landed effortlessly in his palm, floating alongside the purple and white gourds.

The six gourds, each a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, shimmered with brilliant Daoist energy. Originally as fierce as wild horses, they were now as docile as lambs in his hands.

The Wu tribe members beamed with joy, and Dijiang clapped his hands and laughed, "Excellent! Brother Mengchuan, you are truly capable! This is exactly what we deserve!"

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun exchanged a smile, their minds calming down somewhat.

The two were not here to seize treasure, but only to help Meng Chuan and Hou Tu. Seeing this, they were only gratified.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked even more bitter, their golden lotus feet swaying slightly, but they remained silent.

Styx's blood-red eyes flashed, and Yuan Tu Abi trembled slightly before finally letting out a cold snort and withdrawing his blood-red light.

Nuwa sighed softly and withdrew her creative energy.

Fuxi pressed her hand down and shook his head slightly.

The demon camp was deathly silent.

Di Jun's face was ashen, and he almost crushed the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, but he dared not take a step forward.

Kunpeng, Jimeng, Yingzhao, and the others lowered their heads and held their breath.

Taiyi is still in the deep pit, his life hanging in the balance. Who would dare to provoke this evil star?

However, within this oppressive silence—

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan."

Yuanshi stepped forward, his Xuanhuang Daoist robe fluttering without wind, the Jade Purity Immortal Light flowing around him, his face solemn, his eyes filled with deep fear, yet he still maintained the composure and pride of the true Pangu lineage.

"These seven gourds were born from Mount Buzhou, which was transformed from the spine of the Father God. They share the same origin as the Three Pure Ones and are bound by fate."

His gaze swept over the six gourds in Meng Chuan's palm, and he slowly said:

"Purple-gold, purple-yellow, and purple-black gourds—these three gourds shall today belong to Kunlun. This is the law of nature, and also the law of cause and effect. Although you, fellow Daoist, have broken through to a higher realm and possess boundless supernatural powers, you cannot defy the will of Heaven and forcibly seize this destiny."

His tone was calm, even carrying a hint of admonition, as if stating an undeniable fact.

He adopts an attitude of "my words are destiny"!

Meng Chuan slowly turned around and looked at Yuan Shi.

He recalled that seven thousand years ago, when the second lecture at Zixiao Palace ended and he had not yet reached the Quasi-Saint level and was still standing still, Yuanshi walked past him, leaving behind the faint words, "Take care of yourself."

He recalled that back then, when he was merely a True Immortal, newly arrived in Kunlun, and relying on his foresight, he attempted to retrieve the Qiankun Ruler, which had been gathering dust and undiscovered for so long. At that moment, Yuanshi appeared, seeking to seize the treasure, and issued a chilling pronouncement:

"This treasure is destined to be yours, but you are not meant to have it."

If Tongtian hadn't stood up for what was right and spoken out, the Qiankun Ruler would never have fallen into his hands.

He has never forgotten any of this...

edge?

point?

Number of days?

cause and effect?

Meng Chuan suddenly laughed.

His smile was faint and cold, but there was no hint of amusement in his eyes, only an icy indifference.

He was too lazy to even respond.

He raised his left hand and pressed it lightly against Yuanshi.

boom--!!

An invisible force, terrifying beyond description, crashed down!

It is neither supernatural power nor Taoist magic, but simply the purest, most domineering, and most tyrannical thing—

force!

Space shattered like glass, and time seemed to stand still at that moment...

The Jade Purity Immortal Light around Yuanshi flickered wildly, the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi trembled violently, and three golden lotuses in the auspicious clouds above his head spun rapidly, scattering endless pure light, yet he was still pressed down so hard that his bones cracked, his face instantly turned red, and he staggered back seven steps!

Each step he took left deep cracks in the void before he could barely stand firm.

He suddenly looked up, and a hint of fear and horror finally appeared in his eyes.

"The Beginning".

Meng Chuan then slowly spoke, his voice as cold as ancient ice, each word etched into everyone's hearts.

"For the sake of Fellow Daoist Tongtian, I'll give you a chance."

He raised his right hand, and the God-Slaying Spear silently appeared.

The gun body was jet black, the Dao patterns were dark red, and a single point of cold light shone at the tip, seemingly capable of ending eternity.

"Take this shot."

"If you can accept this, you may choose any one of the six gourds."

"Want to give it a try?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the God-Slaying Spear trembled slightly.

Om-! !

A terrifying law of slaughter, capable of withering all things and destroying all laws, mixed with the vast and boundless aura of power, soared into the sky, dyeing the entire heavens a terrifying color of dark red intertwined with chaos!

The spear tip pointed far away at the center of Yuanshi's brow.

One shot!

Answer or not answer?

The surrounding area was deathly silent, and all eyes were now focused on Yuanshi's ever-changing, ashen face.

Dijiang grinned, a cold glint flashing between his teeth.

Tongtian frowned, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Lao Tzu's gaze was deep, and he remained silent.

Houtu gazed at Meng Chuan's retreating figure, her eyes calm and serene, undisturbed.

Yuanshi gripped the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, his face turning from green to white, then from white to red, his chest heaving violently, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

catch?

The force of that press just now caused his blood and qi to surge in reverse, and his foundation to shake, even though he now possessed only a fraction of his original strength.

This shot...

He had no doubt that Meng Chuan would show no mercy.

Not answering?

Where is the true face of Pangu? Where is the majesty of Kunlun?

If he, Yuan Shi, dared not even accept this "one-shot deal" in front of the powerful beings of the primordial era, how could he stand on his own two feet in the future?

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Only the wind howled from Mount Buzhou, sweeping away the lingering smoke and blood of the battlefield.

Meng Chuan stood with his gun in hand, his expression indifferent, awaiting the answer.