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

"Travel three thousand miles west, and you'll find an old forest, where a half-collapsed ancient temple stands."

Houtu leaned against the tree trunk, gazing out of the valley. "I passed by the other day and sensed something unclean inside, a mixture of yin and filth. It must be hiding some dirty things crawling out from the ground, and... a complete spiritual treasure, its aura extremely pure, which is just what yin and filth can counteract. Go and retrieve it, consider it a trial."

"A complete spiritual treasure?" Meng Chuan looked at her.

"Hmm, the rank is acceptable." Houtu's tone remained casual. "It's just right for you now."

"That place is not peaceful. The spirit treasures are protected by spirits, or they may be naturally spiritual beings, or they may already be harboring trouble."

A complete spiritual treasure, even if it's just an ordinary acquired spiritual treasure, is a rare treasure for Meng Chuan now, but the process of obtaining it will probably not be honorable.

Thank you.

Meng Chuan gripped the gourd tightly, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

"No need for thanks." Houtu waved her hand and took out a thin, metallic-looking black scale armor from her bosom.

This thing is very small and irregularly shaped.

"Take this. That place is filled with yin energy, and this scale contains a trace of Xuanwu True Water, which can ward off evil spirits and calm the mind. Simply place it on your chest."

Meng Chuan took it; the scales were icy to the touch, and the faint sound of the tides reached his ears.

Following Houtu's instructions, he placed it on his chest and immediately felt a cool and calming sensation spread through him, even calming the magical power churning within his dantian caused by the earth's fiery magma.

"Shall we go now?" Houtu asked.

"Let's go now." Meng Chuan nodded and tied the green gourd to his waist.

He needs to fight, he needs pressure, he needs that glimmer of inspiration, and he needs a handy magical treasure!

Houtu said no more, she simply waved her hand.

Meng Chuan bowed to Hou Tu with clasped hands, then turned and strode out of the valley.

The moment I stepped out of the valley, the familiar, slightly violent, primordial atmosphere of the outside world rushed towards me, mixed with the distant roars of beasts and howls of the wind.

He discerned the direction, golden energy swirled within his body, magical power surged, and he lightly stomped his feet.

boom!

His figure shot westward like an arrow released from a bow, his speed several times faster than when he first entered the Earth Immortal realm.

The crimson earth beneath my feet receded rapidly, and the scenery on both sides blurred into lines.

Three thousand miles is not a long distance for a peak Earth Immortal.

Soon, an ancient forest stretching to the horizon, shrouded in a gray-black mist, appeared on the horizon.

The trees were unusually tall, with bark as black as iron and twisted branches and leaves.

The forest was deathly silent, devoid of insects and birds, with only a slow, ominous flow of gray-black mist.

Meng Chuan stopped at the edge of the forest.

The chill emanating from the black tortoise scales on his chest had intensified considerably, a warning of the danger lurking in the forest.

He took a deep breath, activated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and a faint golden light emanated from his body as he stepped into the forest.

The light went out instantly!

The mist swirled upwards, carrying a damp and decaying stench, trying to seep into his mouth, nose, and pores.

However, as soon as it touched the golden light on the body, it made a hissing sound and was blocked.

His divine sense spread out, but it was severely interfered with by the gray mist, and he could only extend it to a distance of ten feet around him.

He clenched his fist, a flash of dark red killing intent appearing at his fingertips—a smattering of the principles of slaughter he had gleaned from the remnants of the self-slaying divine spear.

He set off into the depths of the forest, in the direction Houtu had indicated.

The forest was deathly silent, save for the sound of my own footsteps and the occasional soft snapping of a dead branch.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the fog ahead seemed to grow even thicker.

Suddenly, from behind a huge, pitch-black ancient tree to the side, a blurry black shadow silently pounced out, carrying a pungent, fishy smell and a sharp screech, aiming straight for Meng Chuan's nape!

Meng Chuan didn't even turn around.

His inner magical power surged forth, and he threw a backhand punch backward!

Golden magical power condensed on the fist, with the faint sound of wind and thunder.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the dark figure flew back at an even faster speed, breaking several branches as thick as bowls, and crashed into a pile of decaying leaves. It twitched twice and then lay still.

Meng Chuan then turned around to look.

It was a monster that resembled a raccoon but had bat wings and a bony tail. It was entirely black with hollow eye sockets.

At this moment, his chest was deeply sunken, and a foul-smelling, dark green liquid was flowing out.

"A spirit born from filthy yin energy?" Meng Chuan frowned.

This creature is not particularly strong, but its aura is strange, clearly indicating its expertise in stealth and sneak attacks.

If it weren't for his keen senses and the protection of his profound skills, he would have definitely suffered a loss just now!

At the same time, countless scarlet lights shone from the surrounding gray fog.

Hiss~~ Chirp~~ Hoho~~

A tooth-grinding, eerie noise came from all directions, and the gray fog churned violently!

One after another, shadowy figures of various shapes, exuding a sinister and deathly aura, slowly appeared and surrounded him in the center.

Meng Chuan straightened up, looked around at the increasing number of monsters, and remained calm.

He twisted his neck, and his bones cracked softly.

With his right hand loosely clenched, a wisp of dark red malevolent energy seeped from his fingertips, coiling and swirling around.

"Fine."

He murmured, "I will use you as whetstones to sharpen my spear!"

The gray fog surged, and layers of scarlet lights overlapped, while hissing sounds seemed to converge into a tide.

Meng Chuan stood in the center, slowly adjusting his breathing.

A golden lake surged within his body, and a pale golden halo flowed across his skin, clearly distinguishing him from the surrounding filthy and deathly aura!

He spread his right hand outstretched, then slowly clenched it, dark red killing intent swirling between his fingers like a serpent, radiating a pure and violent murderous aura.

"roar--!!"

Directly ahead, a monster resembling a rotting giant bear, but with three twisted heads, couldn't hold back any longer and charged forward, accompanied by a foul wind and black mist!

Wherever it went, decaying leaves flew up, leaving behind charred claw marks on the ground.

Meng Chuan exerted force with his feet, his body neither dodging nor avoiding, but instead rushed forward!

He brought his right fist to his waist, where golden magical power surged and converged, with a wisp of dark red malevolent energy swirling around it, condensing into a dazzling red light at the tip of his fist.

Just as the monster's claws were about to strike, he twisted his waist and thrust his shoulder forward, throwing a straight punch!

There are no fancy tricks, only the ultimate concentrated power and the most primal killing intent originating from the God-Slaying Spear.

boom! !

puff! !

The fist pierced the very center of the head, and a dark red, malevolent aura erupted instantly, like a red-hot iron piercing through ice and snow.

The monster's roar abruptly stopped, and its enormous body suddenly stiffened.

Immediately, dark red cracks spread across his entire body like a spider web, centered on his fist!

boom!

The monster exploded, turning into ashes that scattered across the sky.

A wisp of Yin energy, several times purer than before, tried to escape, but was completely swallowed up by the dark red Yin energy remaining in Meng Chuan's fist!

The golden vortex within his dantian trembled slightly, actually solidifying into a trace...

Slaughter can actually benefit oneself?

This discovery made Meng Chuan's eyes sharpen!

"hiss--!!"

The surrounding monsters seemed to be enraged, or perhaps stimulated by the pure killing intent, and surged forward like a tide!

Sharp claws, bony tail, venomous saliva, eerie winds...

Various attacks came from all directions!