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

Deep within Kunlun Mountains lies the sacred site of the Three Pure Ones.

Yuan Shi's face turned ashen, and with a "crack," he crushed the teacup in his hand into dust.

"Meng Chuan... this is outrageous!"

How could he not hear the sarcasm hidden in those four words, "Dare to accept the challenge?"

Seven thousand years ago, he, a late-stage Quasi-Saint, fought to a draw with Meng Chuan, whose cultivation was two realms lower and only at the early stage of Quasi-Saint, which was already a disgrace to him.

Now that Meng Chuan has come to challenge him, it's clear that he has broken through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint and is confident that he can easily defeat him!

"Second brother, don't act rashly."

Laozi's calm voice rang out, "Meng Chuan's arrival at this time must mean he has already reached the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint!"

"He takes the path of proving the Dao through strength, and his combat power at the same level is already far superior to that of cultivators who have severed the three corpses. Now that he has broken through, even if you have the Pangu Banner, you are probably no match for him."

Yuanshi's chest heaved as he gritted his teeth and said, "So what? Do you expect me to stay indoors and let him rant outside Kunlun? What about the reputation of the true lineage of Pangu and the direct descendant of the Dao Ancestor?"

Laozi shook his head: "If you lose, you will also lose face. This is Meng Chuan's open scheme. Why don't I go out and say that you are in seclusion studying the Great Dao of the Sages and have no time to fight?"

"Brother!"

Yuanshi abruptly stood up, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and resentment. "That Meng Chuan is nothing but a barbarian who luckily obtained the inheritance of the Great Dao of Power. I am the true descendant of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, a direct disciple of the Dao Ancestor. How can I avoid a battle?!"

"Well said!"

A booming voice echoed as a figure in a green robe strode in, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. "Second brother, we are the true lineage of Pangu, how can we fear battle? Once you lose to Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, I will help you get revenge! I have already mastered a portion of the power of my Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, and it needs a great battle to test its strength!"

"Third brother, what do you mean by 'wait until I lose to Meng Chuan'? You have so little confidence in your second brother?"

Yuanshi glared at Tongtian with annoyance.

Seeing the determination in Yuanshi's eyes, Laozi remained silent for a moment before finally sighing.

He was well aware that this battle was inevitable.

His second brother was very concerned about his reputation, and now his third brother was stirring things up from the sidelines. Although he was the eldest brother, he couldn't stop him.

"In that case, let's go together."

Laozi slowly rose to his feet. "In this battle, my third brother and I will cover your retreat. Even if Meng Chuan tries to take the opportunity to kill you, with us here, we will surely protect you."

Yuanshi was completely silenced!

Eldest brother, your words are even more hurtful than those of third brother!

At the same time, his gaze turned cold.

Today, we must make Meng Chuan know that the true lineage of Pangu, personally passed down by the Dao Ancestor, cannot be insulted!

Beyond Kunlun, above the sea of ​​clouds.

Meng Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, seemingly oblivious to the divine senses and physical presence converging from all directions.

The first to arrive was Ran Deng.

This withered Daoist was still at the peak of the Great Luo realm. He rode a dim lamp and bowed respectfully from afar, his face beaming with smiles: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, it's been a long time! I was passing through Kunlun when I heard of your challenge to Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, so I came to witness the ceremony and cheer you on!"

Meng Chuan glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

Randeng wasn't embarrassed at all. He smiled and stepped aside, his gaze sweeping over Meng Chuan, secretly alarmed.

After seven thousand years, this person's aura has become even more unfathomable.

Back in Zixiao Palace, he could vaguely sense its realm, but now it was like looking at flowers through fog; it was clearly the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

This time, Yuan Shi is likely to fail!

A thought flashed through his mind, and his smile widened.

He had long recognized Meng Chuan's potential and had intended to befriend him back then. Now that Meng Chuan had made a breakthrough, he should seize the opportunity.

Following closely behind the lamp, figures descended one after another.

There were great immortals who listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace in the past, and wandering immortals who cultivated in seclusion near Kunlun...

To Meng Chuan's surprise, Zhen Yuanzi also came from Wuzhuang Temple to join in the fun. The two exchanged a glance, and everything was understood without words.

A beam of white celestial light came from the west and transformed into the figure of the Queen Mother of the West.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan."

The Queen Mother of the West nodded slightly, her expression a mix of coolness and surprise. "Seven thousand years have passed since we last met. Fellow Daoist has actually reached the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint using the Law of Power. Congratulations!"

"Luckily." Meng Chuan smiled and nodded, his attitude completely different from when he was facing Ran Deng.

It's not because the two are of different strengths.

It made no difference to him, since none of them were his match anyway.

The main reason is that he looks down on Ran Deng.

The Queen Mother of the West's eyes flickered slightly as she looked into the depths of Kunlun: "Yuanshi was personally taught by the Dao Ancestor, and the Pangu Banner is one of the Three Treasures of Creation. It is likely that it has been completely refined by now. Fellow Daoist, please be careful."

"Thank you for reminding me." Meng Chuan nodded and said no more.

By this time, hundreds of onlookers had gathered, with the lowest cultivation level being Taiyi Golden Immortal, and a small portion being Daluo. Several Quasi-Saints were also hidden in the void, observing from the shadows.

The crowd whispered among themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between Meng Chuan and Kun Lun.

"Yuanshi has not yet shown himself; could it be that he truly dares not accept the challenge?"

"Impossible! Yuanshi values ​​his reputation above all else. If he avoids battle today, he will lose all face in front of all living beings in the primordial world!"

"But since Meng Chuan dared to come, he must be confident... Although Yuan Shi is strong, seven thousand years ago, even with his late-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation, he could only fight Meng Chuan, who was in the early-stage Quasi-Saint stage, to a draw. Now..."

"They're here!"

Suddenly someone whispered.

From the depths of Kunlun, three streams of pure energy soared into the sky, transforming into three golden lotus clouds that carried three figures as they slowly approached.

In the center stands Lao Tzu, dressed in a gray robe and dusting his face, with a serene expression.

On the left, a Taoist robe of primordial darkness and yellow, holding the Pangu Banner, has a cold expression.

On the right, a man in a towering green robe carries a sword, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

The Three Pure Ones arrive together!

"Haha... Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, after seven thousand years, you came to spar with my second brother. I guessed you must have broken through! Now I see, it's true!"

Tongtian laughed heartily, "After your battle with my second brother today, I'd like to have a match with you, so you can also witness the power of my Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation! How about it?"

"I'll gladly oblige."

Meng Chuan and Tong Tian looked at each other and nodded with smiles.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan."

At this moment, Laozi also spoke, his voice calm, "Kunlun is a place for quiet cultivation. Fellow Daoist, your grand challenge has disturbed the peace of the surrounding area, which is rather inappropriate."

Meng Chuan looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Brother Dao, you are mistaken. I invited Fellow Daoist Yuanshi to publicly exchange ideas and discuss the Dao, so that fellow Daoists could observe and verify. How can this be considered a disturbance?"

"Could it be...?"

His gaze shifted to Yuanshi, his smile turning cold. "Fellow Daoist Yuanshi dares not accept the challenge, so he asks his elder brother to step in and decline?"

"presumptuous!"

Yuanshi shouted coldly, taking a step forward. The Pangu Banner moved without wind, fluttering loudly. "Meng Chuan, stop with the empty words! Seven thousand years ago, the battle was undecided. Today, I will show you what the true Pangu lineage is and what the supreme treasure of creation truly is!"

"Oh?" Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow. "So, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi dares to accept the challenge?"

"What is there to be afraid of!"

Yuanshi stood holding a banner, his body radiating Jade Purity Immortal Light. He unleashed the full power of a late-stage Quasi-Saint, causing the surrounding sea of ​​clouds to sink by three zhang!

Many of the onlookers turned pale and retreated repeatedly.

Late-stage Quasi-Saint, terrifying indeed!

"it is good."

Meng Chuan nodded, said no more, and simply gestured with his hand, "Please."

With that one word, his aura, which had been suppressed, finally erupted with a thunderous roar!

boom--!!

The Great Dao of Power transformed into a tangible pillar of chaotic energy that shot into the sky, shattering the clouds and tearing countless dark cracks into the void!

The immense, profound, and pure power aura descended like ten thousand Buzhou Mountains at once, causing everyone present to feel a sinking weight in their hearts. Those with weaker cultivation even felt their legs go weak and almost knelt down!

"Mid-stage Quasi-Saint! Truly mid-stage Quasi-Saint!"

"But how can this pressure... be even more terrifying than the late-stage Quasi-Saint realm of the Primordial Celestial Venerable?!"

"The Great Way of Power... Is this the power to prove the Way through power?!"

An uproar ensued!

Yuan Shi's expression changed slightly.

He had anticipated that Meng Chuan had broken through, but he hadn't expected the other party's aura to be so powerful!

As quasi-saints, there should be a qualitative difference between the middle and late stages, but Meng Chuan's eruption of the Great Dao of Power made him feel suffocated.

"impossible……"

Yuanshi gritted his teeth, and with a shake of the Pangu Banner in his hand, chaotic sword energy flowed from the surface of the banner, cutting through the oppressive feeling.

"A bluff! Look at the banner!"

Without further hesitation, he made the first move!