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

Deep within the chaos, the Purple Cloud Palace stands majestically.

The white jade square in front of the palace gate is shrouded in mist, exuding a profound Taoist aura.

When Meng Chuan and Hou Tu arrived side by side, hundreds of people had already gathered in the square.

The one with the weakest aura was also at the early stage of the Great Luo realm.

The vast majority of them occurred during the middle and late stages of the Great Luo Dynasty.

There are no fewer than several dozen at the pinnacle.

The Three Pure Ones arrived first and stood at the very front.

Lao Tzu, dressed in a gray robe and holding a whisk, exuded an aura as harmonious as heaven and earth.

Above his head, amidst the auspicious clouds, the benevolent corpse and the obsessive corpse appeared and disappeared, their Daoist aura flowing. He had reached the pinnacle of the mid-stage Quasi-Saint realm, only half a step away from the late stage.

Yuanshi stood on the left, wearing a black and yellow Taoist robe, with the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi hanging at his waist. His expression was reserved, and his eyes were cold.

His body was enveloped in a serene and ethereal light, and he was close to the late stage of Quasi-Saint, but he was still a step behind Laozi.

Tongtian stood on the right, dressed in a green robe and carrying a sword, his eyebrows raised, his fighting spirit restrained, and the Qingping sword humming softly in its sheath.

His aura was similar to that of the Primordial One, and he was also at the peak of the mid-stage Quasi-Saint realm, ready to break through to the late stage at any time.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan!"

Tongtian saw it from afar, his eyes lit up, and he was about to step forward when Yuanshi beside him snorted coldly and gave him a warning look.

Tongtian paused, his brow furrowing slightly, but ultimately he did not disobey his elder brother's wishes. He merely grinned at Meng Chuan from afar and transmitted his voice, "Fellow Daoist, long time no see!"

Meng Chuan nodded slightly to Tong Tian.

As for Yuanshi's cold gaze, he didn't even glance at it.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan! Ancestral Witch Hou Tu!"

A hearty laugh rang out as Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun arrived together.

Both were at the peak of the Great Luo realm, their auras perfectly harmonious.

Zhen Yuanzi's Earth Book, with its profound and weighty Daoist charm of Earth, transforms into auspicious red clouds, ethereal and otherworldly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, Fellow Daoist Hongyun."

Meng Chuan returned the greeting with clasped hands, and Hou Tu nodded slightly in return.

"This time, you two will surely be able to sever your corpses and enter the Quasi-Saint realm," Meng Chuan said frankly.

Hongyun smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind words, fellow Daoist. I may gain some insights from listening to your teachings this time, but I'm just missing a trigger."

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and nodded, his expression calm, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating that he was confident in his ability to slay the corpse.

At that moment, two more beams of light fell.

Nuwa and Fuxi arrived side by side.

Nuwa, dressed in a pure white fairy dress, exuded the charm of creation and her aura was already at the peak of the early Quasi-Saint stage, just one step away from the middle stage.

Fuxi, dressed in a blue robe, held the Bagua compass in his palm, his aura harmonious and complete, clearly indicating that he had already reached the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan."

Fuxi cupped his hands, his smile gentle, "Two thousand years have passed, and you still possess the same grace and charm, fellow Daoist."

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, on attaining the Half-Step Primordial Realm."

Meng Chuan responded with a smile.

Nuwa also looked at Meng Chuan, her eyes clear, filled with scrutiny and curiosity, but she didn't say much, only nodding slightly.

Meng Chuan nodded in return, but did not speak.

Just then, three figures emerged from the crowd and headed towards Meng Chuan.

The leaders were a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe, wearing a tall crown, with a dignified face. Pure Yang Taoist aura flowed around him, and his aura was already at the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

The woman was dressed in a silver-white fairy dress, with an exquisite appearance and a cool temperament. She was surrounded by the aura of Taiyin, and was also in the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

"This humble Taoist, Dong Wanggong, greets Fellow Taoist Mengchuan."

"Queen Mother of the West greets fellow Daoist."

The two bowed with their hands clasped in greeting, displaying a polite attitude.

Meng Chuan's eyes flickered slightly.

The Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother.

Not long after the lecture at Zixiao Palace, he was appointed by the Dao Ancestor as the head of both male and female immortals, and to lead the scattered immortals of the primordial world.

Years ago, when Meng Chuan reconstructed the complete God-Slaying Spear in the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, he had also heard of it.

During the last dispute over the gourd vine, the two were in seclusion and did not come, but they heard about Meng Chuan's affairs.

I've come here specifically to make friends.

"You two are too kind," Meng Chuan returned the greeting with a respectful bow, neither humble nor arrogant.

Dongwanggong laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, you proved the Dao with your strength, which resonated with the will of Father Pangu. This is truly a rare event in the primordial world. Fellow Daoist Xiwangmu and I greatly admire you and have come here to pay our respects."

The Queen Mother of the West said softly, "If you have some free time, you are welcome to come to Xikunlun for a chat. I will certainly welcome you with open arms."

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement.

These two, though seemingly detached, actually sought a place to settle down and make a living amidst the overwhelming power of the lich.

Making friends with this "variable" is simply providing more options for the future.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Dongwanggong, and Xiwangmu exchanged smiles, clearly having known each other for a long time.

Behind the Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother, there was another person.

This person had a withered face, wore a gray robe, and held an ancient lamp in his hand. The lamp flame was dim and yellow, and his aura was deep and stagnant. He was clearly at the peak of the Great Luo realm.

"This humble Taoist, Randeng, greets Fellow Daoist Mengchuan."

Ran Deng stepped forward, his posture very humble and respectful.

Meng Chuan's gaze fell on him, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Ran Deng, one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace.

In the original timeline, he would have joined the sect of Yuanshi Tianzun and become the vice leader of the Chan Sect, but during the Investiture of the Gods, he betrayed the Chan Sect, went to the West, and became the Dipankara Buddha.

This person is shameless and ruthless, and is most adept at judging the situation and currying favor with the powerful.

Now it seems they want to climb up to his "powerful backer".

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Ran Deng."

Meng Chuan said calmly, neither looking down on the other party because of their slightly inferior cultivation level, nor becoming overly friendly because of their respect.

Ran Deng seemed flattered and repeatedly said, "Fellow Daoist's reputation is renowned far and wide. I have long admired you, and it is truly an honor to meet you today."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "My humble abode is on Mount Lingjiu. Though it is not as grand as Kunlun or Buzhou, it is still a quiet place. If you happen to pass by, please come and sit for a while. I will certainly treat you with the utmost courtesy."

Meng Chuan nodded and said no more.

Ran Deng wisely stepped back and stood behind the Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother, saying no more.

Just then, a subtle yet familiar sinister aura emanated from the edge of the crowd.

Meng Chuan looked up and saw Styx, clad in a blood-red robe, step out from the chaotic air currents. The twin swords Yuan Tu and A Bi hung at his waist, and his scarlet eyes swept across the scene. When they touched Meng Chuan and Hou Tu, he paused for a moment almost imperceptibly.

He seemed to want to step forward and greet them like Dong Wanggong and the others—after all, the Blood Sea Alliance had been established, and they had been in formation together for a thousand years, so they could be considered "one of us".

However, before he could even lift his foot, Meng Chuan's calm voice echoed in his mind: "Maintain your distance as before. With Hongjun present, do not cause any unnecessary trouble."

Styx paused, then his expression returned to normal, and his gaze indifferently shifted away from Meng Chuan and Hou Tu.

He walked alone to a shadowy spot at the edge of the square, his blood-red robe fluttering, making him no different from the other solitary, gloomy cultivators around him.

Only in a fleeting moment when no one was watching did a dark, knowing glint flash in his eyes, and the corners of his scarlet lips pressed down almost imperceptibly.

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, yet also cast a deeper shadow of apprehension toward the being within the Purple Cloud Palace.

Meng Chuan withdrew his gaze, his expression calm.

Styx was a clever man; he understood things immediately.

The Blood Sea Alliance and the Scheme of Reincarnation are a scheme to defy the heavens and steal the Dao, and must be approached with utmost caution!

At that very moment—

Several powerful auras suddenly arrived from the direction of the palace gate!

Crimson gold flames blazed across the sky, illusory starlight flickered, and demonic energy soared to the heavens!

The demon race has arrived.

The leaders were none other than Taiyi and Dijun.

Taiyi was dressed in crimson-gold armor, with the Chaos Bell hanging at his waist. His eyes burned like the sun, and his aura was deep and heavy. He had clearly recovered from his serious injuries and had even made further progress, approaching the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

Beside him, Di Jun wore a golden robe adorned with stars, the Hetu Luoshu floating above his head, and the illusory images of the stars in the heavens flickering. His aura was also at the peak of the early Quasi-Saint stage, not far from the middle stage.

Behind the two were a group of powerful demons, including Kunpeng, Jimeng, and Yingzhao.

At this moment, Kunpeng's aura was obscure and profound, and his demonic energy was intertwined with a mysterious Daoist charm. Two thousand years ago, he was still at the peak of the Great Luo realm, but now he has severed one of his corpses and stepped into the early stage of the Quasi-Saint realm.

This Lord of the Northern Underworld possessed profound knowledge and experience, truly deserving of the title of "Demon Master" for the later Heavenly Court of the Demon Race.

His gaze swept across the field, lingering briefly on Hongyun, a flash of cold killing intent crossing his eyes before quickly disappearing.

At the very back of the demon race followed two beautiful figures.

Both women wore plain white fairy dresses and looked about 70% alike, but their temperaments were quite different.

A person, as aloof as the moon, with calm eyes and pure Yin energy surrounding them.

She was gentle and graceful, with soft eyes and a hint of vitality hidden within her yin aura.

"Taiyin Star, Xihe, Changxi."

Two names came to mind.

Di Jun's future Daoist partner, the mother of the Ten Golden Crows!

The Ten Golden Crows were one of the triggers for the war between the Lich King and the Demon King.

He couldn't help but glance at the two women a few more times.

Xihe seemed to sense something, raised her eyes and looked over, her gaze cold and clear. Her eyes met Meng Chuan's briefly before looking away, her expression unchanged.

Chang Xi also looked over, her gaze gentle, and nodded slightly to Meng Chuan as a greeting.

"They...are they very beautiful?"

The girl's voice suddenly rang in Meng Chuan's ears.