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

Seeing that the gourd dispute had come to a complete end, Tongtian cupped his hands and smiled at Meng Chuan, saying, "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, thank you very much! When you have time in the future, please come to Kunlun to discuss swordsmanship; this humble Daoist will certainly welcome you with open arms!"

"Definitely." Meng Chuan nodded.

Tongtian then looked at his two elder brothers: "Eldest brother, second brother, let's go."

Laozi nodded slightly, bowed slightly to Meng Chuan, Hou Tu, Zhen Yuanzi and the others, and then turned into a beam of light and disappeared.

Yuanshi glanced coldly at Meng Chuan, his gaze lingering particularly on the purplish-black gourd. Finally, he snorted coldly, turned around, and followed Laozi away.

Tongtian grinned at Meng Chuan, waved his hand, and transformed into a sword light to catch up.

After the Three Pure Ones left, the other powerful beings, though unwilling, had no choice but to depart one after another.

Jieyin and Zhunti snorted coldly as they left.

Styx left without uttering a word. In his view, returning empty-handed was purely due to a lack of strength.

The demons dared not linger any longer.

Di Jun's face was gloomy. He helped up Taiyi, who was seriously injured and unconscious at the bottom of the pit, and gave Meng Chuan a deep look. His eyes were filled with hatred and fear, which finally turned into a suppressed cold snort.

"Let's go!"

He swept up Taiyi and led the demons in a hasty retreat, disappearing into the horizon.

Meng Chuan looked in the direction the demons had left, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

He had intended to keep them. Taiyi was seriously injured, Dijun was exhausted, and the demon gods Kunpeng and Jimeng were not at their peak either.

If he were to make his move now, he was absolutely certain that he could capture all the high-ranking members of the demon race and severely damage their strength.

however--

Just as the unexpected murder occurred, a vast and mysterious pressure descended from the heavens above, from the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace, and locked onto him.

The oppressive aura was detached and lofty, like the celestial order descending to earth. Though it didn't actually descend, it carried a clear warning:

Unless it's a life-or-death battle, you must not kill Di Jun or Tai Yi!

Even when he had murderous intent towards Yuanshi earlier, Hongjun gave him a warning.

Two warnings were issued in quick succession.

Meng Chuan sneered inwardly.

Yuanshi is one of the future Heavenly Saints designated by Hongjun. After the three lectures at Zixiao Palace are over, Hongjun will take him as his disciple and seek to take advantage of his merits as the Primordial Spirit of Pangu to create the world, thereby merging with the Heavenly Dao!

But the demon race...

Now that Hongjun has not yet merged with the Heavenly Dao, has he already begun to cooperate with the Heavenly Dao, lay out the Lich King's Great Tribulation, and plot the Earthly Path?

As expected, in the eyes of Heaven, both the Witch and Demon races were merely pawns. Until the end of the Great Tribulation, they were both severely injured and withdrew from the grand stage of the prehistoric world.

When too many living beings perish, Houtu will be reincarnated, and the earthly way will nourish and complete the heavenly way, becoming an appendage of the heavenly way.

If that's the case...

The cold light in Meng Chuan's eyes gradually faded, and he had already made up his mind.

The plan to help Houtu establish the independence of the Earthly Path, acquire the merits of the Great Dao, and achieve the ultimate sainthood of the Earthly Path must begin!

And it has to be fast!

Before Hongjun merges with the Heavenly Dao and completely controls its authority, the Earthly Dao must be initially formed, possessing the foundation to rival the Heavenly Dao.

If we wait until Hongjun merges with the Dao to devise a plan, we are very likely to die before we even get started!

In the primordial wilderness, reincarnation is the deficiency of heaven and earth, and the earthly path is the supplement to the heavenly path...

This time, he will never allow the underground passage to become a subservient entity to the Heavenly Dao again.

He wanted Houtu to be on equal footing with Hongjun.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan?"

Zhen Yuanzi's voice pulled Meng Chuan back from his thoughts.

He turned his head and saw Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun looking at him with concern and doubt in their eyes.

Not far away, the Wu tribe members gathered around, and Dijiang laughed loudly, patting him on the shoulder: "Brother Mengchuan, well done! You divided those gourds well! It's gratifying!"

Meng Chuan shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and his gaze fell on the gourd vine whose luster was restrained and whose vines were still green.

Although it lost seven gourds and suffered great damage to its origin, it is still a top-grade innate spiritual root body. With a little nurturing, it can still be a superior innate spiritual treasure, containing a trace of creation and vitality, with endless wonderful uses.

Meng Chuan reached out and gestured, and the gourd vines sprang up from their roots, bursting forth with spiritual light.

The moment the vine detached from the earth, a flash of mysterious yellow and three-colored light appeared at its roots, transforming into two clusters of shimmering precious light that fell into his palm along with the vine, which had shrunk to three feet in size and was now a vibrant green.

One is the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, where the primordial chaos flows, a complete source that exudes an unparalleled essence of Wu Earth, seemingly capable of giving rise to all things.

The first is the Three Lights Divine Water, which is interwoven with three colors: sunlight, moonlight, and starlight. It is a divine water that is a perfect blend of these three colors, containing endless vitality and creation, and is a sacred product for healing.

"What I've gained this time is not just this spiritual root."

Meng Chuan held the three items in his palm, his eyes gleaming. In his memory, these three items were the things that Nuwa used when she created humans.

In particular, that complete primordial essence of the Nine Heavens Breath Soil was unique in the entire prehistoric world, and Nuwa would inevitably have to seek it out when she created humans in the future.

He planned to give the Nine Heavens Breath Soil to Houtu, and keep the other two things for himself.

"This is the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, the source of all the primordial lands, condensed from the essence of innate Wu Earth, and connected to the lifeblood of the earth."

Meng Chuan handed the Nine Heavens Breath Soil to Houtu, saying, "You are the Ancestral Witch of Earth, bearing the will of the earth. This item is for you to help you comprehend the origin of earth, perfect the body of the Ancestral Witch, and even comprehend the supreme Dao."

Houtu did not refuse; she nodded slightly and accepted it.

Meng Chuan kept the other two items for himself.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on acquiring these treasures."

Zhen Yuanzi congratulated Meng Chuan, saying from the bottom of his heart, "I will forever remember your gift of the gourd. From this day forward, Wuzhuang Temple will always be your support, even at the cost of our lives!"

"The same applies to me."

Hongyun spoke up, her face pale but her eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Beside them, the ancestral witches Houtu, Dijiang, and Zhurong nodded secretly.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun are grateful people, and they are worth befriending.

"Now that this matter is settled, Hongyun and I should return... Fellow Daoist, take care, Ancestral Witch Houtu, and all other Ancestral Witches."

Zhen Yuanzi, accompanied by Hongyun, bowed to Meng Chuan and the Wu Clan members one by one. Then, he unfolded the Earth Book, and the Daoist aura of the Earth element enveloped the two of them, transforming them into a beam of yellow light and heading towards Wanshou Mountain in the west.

After watching the two leave, Meng Chuan turned around and looked at the Wu Clan members.

Dijiang laughed heartily, forcefully putting his arm around Meng Chuan's shoulder: "Brother Meng Chuan, today was truly exhilarating! Look at that old man Yuanshi's face, hahaha! And that scruffy bird Taiyi, I'm afraid it won't recover for at least a thousand years!"

Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and other ancestral shamans also laughed heartily, creating a lively atmosphere.

Houtu stood quietly to the side, watching Meng Chuan surrounded by his brothers, looking somewhat helpless. The corners of her lips curved almost imperceptibly, and a faint smile flashed in her eyes.

"Thank you very much."

She said softly.

Meng Chuan shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the devastated valley and the various colored lights that had not yet dissipated on the horizon, a deep look flashing in his eyes.

"After this, the primordial world will likely never have a peaceful day again."

He paused, looked at Houtu, and lowered his voice so that only the few ancestral witches beside him could hear him.

"I have important matters to discuss with you, concerning the future of the Witch Clan, and even more so... your path."

Houtu's gaze sharpened.

Dijiang and the other ancestral shamans also suppressed their smiles and became solemn.

They could sense that Meng Chuan's words were anything but ordinary.

"Back to our ancestral homeland!"

Di Jiang said in a deep voice, and said no more. His blood energy surged up and swept up everyone, turning into a magnificent blood light that disappeared into the depths of Buzhou Mountain and sped towards the ancestral land of the Wu Clan.