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

As Haotian Tongzi's cold voice rang out—

A beam of clear light descended from the palace ceiling, and the power of the Zixiao Palace's restrictions separated Meng Chuan, Taiyi, and Yuanshi.

"No fighting to the death is permitted within Zixiao Palace. Anyone who dares to engage in reckless killing will be expelled from the palace!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it represented the will of the Dao Ancestor, causing everyone to feel a chill.

Taiyi's chest heaved violently as he stared intently at the fragment in Meng Chuan's hand. Finally, he gritted his teeth and retrieved the Chaos Bell, its crimson-gold flames receding inward.

Yuanshi snorted coldly, put away the Pangu Banner, his eyes filled with icy coldness.

Laozi raised his hand to dispel the illusory image of the Taiji diagram, releasing Tongtian, whose anger had not yet subsided, from within the formation.

Tongtian glared at Laozi, flashed to Meng Chuan's side, held the Qingping Sword in front of him, and looked coldly at his two elder brothers, as if he was ready to fight at the slightest provocation!

Meng Chuan nodded to Tongtian, then ignored everyone else, looked down at the fragment in his palm, and glanced at the thirty-six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls slowly rotating beside him.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the intense desire to merge with the fragment in his sea of ​​consciousness. He first retrieved the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl from between his eyebrows to nurture it, and then looked at the newly acquired fragment in his hand.

At this moment, the fragment lay quietly in his palm, its chaotic color restrained, with only subtle Daoist fluctuations, echoing the one in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Meng Chuan no longer hesitated, and a thought struck him.

Om-! !

The fragment in his palm transformed into a stream of chaotic light and disappeared into the sea of ​​consciousness between his brows.

In an instant, the two fragments met.

Like long-lost compatriots reunited, they automatically drew closer, clung together, and merged without any prompting...

A burst of chaotic light shone forth, illuminating the entire sea of ​​consciousness!

An ancient, vast, and boundless chaotic Daoist aura emanated from the point of fusion, engulfing Meng Chuan and even subtly protruding from his body, rippling outwards in a faint chaotic ripple within the Zixiao Palace.

As the ripples passed, everyone felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, as if an ancient aura of primordial chaos, before all things were born, was brushing against their souls, involuntarily giving rise to a sense of awe and insignificance.

"The fusion of two fragments of a Chaos Treasure... truly extraordinary."

Lao Tzu's eyes were deep as he murmured to himself.

"Hmph, what a stroke of luck!"

Yuan Shi's face was gloomy.

"Damn it..."

Taiyi's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes filled with unbearable jealousy and hatred!

Tongtian grinned and laughed, "Good! Fellow Daoist Mengchuan, this treasure is rightfully yours!"

Houtu stood quietly to the side, and when she saw Meng Chuan successfully fuse the fragment, a hint of relief flashed in her eyes before she regained her composure.

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and smiled, while Hongyun smiled brightly.

The Eastern King and the Western Queen Mother exchanged a glance, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

Randeng crawled out from the pile of shattered treasures, his clothes tattered and his face pale. He looked at Meng Chuan with awe and fear, no longer daring to have the slightest greed.

Styx had already retreated to the edge of the Blood Sea camp, his head bowed and eyes downcast, as if everything was none of his concern.

Zhunti had returned to Jieyin's side, his face contorted with distress. He sighed inwardly and looked away.

Meng Chuan closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing the transformation taking place in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The two fragments have completely merged into one, transforming into a fragment of the Chaos Pearl that is larger than before, but still covered in cracks.

The chaotic Daoist aura emanating from the fragment was several times stronger than before!

The ability to conceal celestial secrets, perceive chaos, and bear power has been qualitatively improved.

More importantly, some vague imprint seems to be awakening deep within the fragments, conveying fragmented pieces of information—about chaos, about creation, about even more ancient secrets.

But now is not the time to delve into it.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, a fleeting, chaotic light flashing within them, his aura growing ever more unfathomable.

He looked around.

Those who were familiar with him, such as Tongtian, Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, Dongwanggong, and Xiwangmu, all stepped forward to offer their congratulations, their words sincere and earnest.

Those who harbored hatred, such as Taiyi, Yuanshi, and Kunpeng, either had cold expressions, venomous eyes, or lowered their heads to hide their resentment.

Meng Chuan responded to each question with composure and equanimity, remaining unperturbed by praise or criticism.

After this battle, everyone understood—

Even though Meng Chuan has not yet broken through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, his combat strength has already firmly placed him among the top ranks of the prehistoric world.

Unless a saint intervenes, or several late-stage quasi-saints wielding supreme treasures join forces to kill him, no one can do anything to him.

On the Treasure Dividing Rock, the precious light had faded. The last few spiritual treasures had also been divided up.

Haotian Boy spoke again: "The distribution of treasures is complete. The palace gates are about to close. Please return."

Upon hearing this, everyone reacted with varying expressions, but none dared to linger and they all departed one after another.

With the Three Pure Ones at the forefront, Laozi gave Meng Chuan a deep look before turning and leaving.

Yuanshi snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Tongtian cupped his hands and smiled at Meng Chuan, then transmitted his voice, "When you have time, let's have a sword duel at Kunlun," before following him.

The demons, their faces grim, escorted Taiyi Dijun away.

Xihe and Changxi followed closely behind.

Before leaving, Kunpeng glanced at Hongyun one last time, his eyes filled with an undisguised, chilling killing intent.

The Styx River transformed into a blood-red light and vanished into the void, sending a telepathic message to Meng Chuan before leaving.

Ran Deng, Dong Wang Gong, west Wang Mu, and others also took their leave one after another.

Meng Chuan and Hou Tu walked side by side toward Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun: "Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, I will escort you back to Wuzhuang Temple."

Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback, then understood and nodded emphatically: "Thank you for your trouble, fellow Daoist."

Hongyun wanted to say something, but Zhen Yuanzi stopped her with a look.

Meng Chuan looked at the girl beside him: "You go back to the ancestral land first and tell your brothers what happened today. I will return after I send the two fellow Daoists back."

Houtu's eyes flickered slightly as she gave Meng Chuan a deep look before nodding gently: "Be careful."

"Um."

The three said no more. Meng Chuan used the Qiankun Ruler to cut through the void and stepped into the void with Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun.

Houtu watched them disappear, then lightly stepped barefoot, transforming into a stream of dark yellow light that disappeared into the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

In the void passage.

Meng Chuan recalled the telepathic message from Styx: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, Kunpeng just sent me a message inviting me to join forces to intercept Hongyun on our return journey and share the Primordial Purple Qi... I have already refused!"

"However, although he is determined to kill, the relationship between Hongyun and you, and your relationship with the Wu Clan, is known throughout the world... Dijun and Taiyi are unlikely to help him. After all, if they do, it could very well lead to a deadly war between the Wu and the Demon Clan, and the Demon Clan is no match for the Wu Clan now!"

A cold glint flashed in Meng Chuan's eyes.

As expected, just like in the primordial wilderness, Kunpeng was still up to his old tricks and wanted to drag Styx into it as well.

This time, however, Styx was already a spy for him and the Witch Clan's underground camp, and knowing that Hongyun was on good terms with him, he naturally wouldn't get involved.

He thought the same as Styx. In principle, Dijun and Taiyi wouldn't dare to act openly. Their identities were sensitive, representing the general trend of the demon race, and they needed to consider the consequences of this matter.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, is there something you need?"

Zhen Yuanzi noticed a subtle change in Meng Chuan's aura and asked a question.

"It's nothing."

Meng Chuan shook his head, his tone calm, "They're just some clowns, unwilling to accept it."

The three of them traveled in silence, traversing layers of void, heading towards Longevity Mountain in the west.

Just as the three were getting close to the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Hill—

"Red Cloud! Leave behind the Primordial Purple Qi, and I'll spare your life!"

A sharp, piercing shriek tore through the void!