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

At this moment, Meng Chuan finally felt the pressure.

Without further hesitation, he held the God-Slaying Spear horizontally in front of him, condensing the Great Dao of Power to its extreme, transforming it into a solid, dark gold barrier before him.

boom---!!!

The crimson greatsword struck the dark gold barrier, unleashing a deafening roar!

A terrifying shockwave spread wildly outwards from the point of impact!

The Kunlun Mountains outside the formation, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, had three feet of ground scraped away by this shockwave!

Countless ancient trees were reduced to dust, and several major rivers were cut off, causing the water to overflow and change course!

Even those onlookers who were tens of thousands of miles away were still shaken by the shockwave, their blood churning and their faces turning pale.

Several weaker Grand Luo Golden Immortals were so shaken that they fell directly from the clouds, looking utterly disheveled.

"That's terrifying..."

"Is this still a battle at the Quasi-Saint level? It's far more exaggerated than the battle between Meng Chuan and Yuan Shi just now! I feel like even a true Saint wouldn't be much different?"

"No, a saint is certainly stronger than this... but for a quasi-saint to achieve this is already beyond imagination!"

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

In the midst of the battle, Meng Chuan remained standing in the same spot, his clothes intact, though his hand holding the gun was slightly numb.

He looked up at Tongtian outside the formation, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Impressive."

"You actually blocked it!"

Tongtian's voice was filled with astonishment and excitement, "Even my second brother, wielding the Pangu Banner, wouldn't dare to directly withstand my four swords combined! You actually endured it with your bare body!"

Meng Chuan shook his head: "It wasn't exactly a case of brute force; I used the Great Dao of Strength to neutralize most of its power."

He paused, then looked at Tongtian: "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, do you have any stronger techniques for your sword formation?"

"have!"

Tongtian answered without hesitation, "But I haven't fully mastered it yet. If I do, the four swords can evolve into earth, water, fire, and wind, reopening chaos—that will be the true power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"

His tone held a hint of longing, then he chuckled, "However, with my current level of control, this is as far as I can go. If we continue fighting, it will just be a repetition of the previous attacks, and it will be difficult to determine a winner."

He withdrew his sword formation, the four swords transforming into streaks of light and disappearing into his sleeves. He took a step and stood before Meng Chuan, his eyes filled with the satisfaction that followed the fading of his exhilarating battle spirit.

"That was exhilarating! Today's battle was even more rewarding than what I gained in my seven thousand years of seclusion!"

Meng Chuan sheathed his gun and laughed, "Fellow Daoist Tongtian's Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is indeed worthy of its reputation. If you were to fully master it, I'm afraid I would have no choice but to flee in disarray."

"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan is joking!"

Tongtian waved his hand, but suddenly changed the subject, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, you clearly didn't use your full strength in your battle with me just now!"

Meng Chuan was taken aback.

Tongtian continued, "Your thirty-six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls are comparable to innate treasures, as are the fragments of the Chaos Pearl... In the battle just now, you only used the God-Slaying Spear, and you didn't use any of these."

"If we use it, with your current strength, below the level of a saint, I'm afraid no one can really do anything to you."

Hearing this, Meng Chuan shook his head: "So what if we're invincible below the level of a sage? Once a sage appears, we're all just ants!"

"That's true."

Tongtian nodded, then smiled freely, "Today's battle was exhilarating, thank you for your generosity, Fellow Daoist Mengchuan!"

"Fellow Daoist, would you mind stopping by my Daoist temple for a while and having a cup of tea?"

Faced with Tongtian's invitation, Meng Chuan readily agreed, "Since Fellow Daoist Tongtian has so kindly invited me, then I will trouble you."

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chuan was taken back to Tongtian's dojo.

Although it is called a Taoist temple, it is actually just a simple bamboo hut built on a verdant mountain peak, surrounded by green bamboo, and the bamboo leaves rustle in the wind.

In front of the bamboo hut, there is a stone table and two stone stools.

Tongtian personally brewed a pot of tea, its aroma delicate and subtle, carrying a hint of spiritual energy.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, please."

"please."

The two drank together for a while, chatting about their cultivation experiences and insights into the Great Dao, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Tongtian, being frank, spoke first, stating that if the Three Pure Ones truly achieved sainthood through the Primordial Purple Qi, he would not stand idly by if Yuanshi were to harm him!

We will do everything in our power to protect him!

Seeing this, Meng Chuan secretly resolved that if he was forcibly teleported back to Blue Star before the underground tunnel plan was completed, he would give Hou Tu his final words before leaving.

After he achieves the status of a supreme saint, he can mention to Tongtian the ending of the Investiture of the Gods calamity, which can be considered as fulfilling the bond between them.

A few days later, Meng Chuan took his leave.

Instead of returning directly to the ancestral home of the Wu tribe, he went to the nearby Wanshou Mountain Wuzhuang Temple to visit Zhen Yuanzi.

When Zhen Yuanzi saw him arrive, he was overjoyed and personally welcomed him into the temple, where he was treated to ginseng fruit.

Meng Chuan settled down at Wuzhuang Temple, where he discussed Daoist principles and enjoyed tea with Zhen Yuanzi while consolidating his cultivation. His days were quite leisurely...

In the primordial era, years were not recorded.

After Meng Chuan settled down at Wuzhuang Temple, the primordial world seemed to have returned to a state of apparent calm.

But everyone knew that beneath this calm surface, undercurrents were surging...

A thousand years later.

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, the Palace of the Heavenly Emperor.

A beam of crimson-gold light shot into the sky, piercing through the thirty-three heavens and illuminating the entire Heavenly Court!

Within the pillar of light, Di Jun's figure slowly rose, with the Hetu Luoshu spinning wildly above his head, and the phantoms of the stars appearing behind him, evolving into an endless starry sky!

An immense pressure emanated from him, causing countless powerful demons in the Heavenly Court to kneel and tremble in fear!

Late stage of Quasi-Saint!

Emperor Jun, the Demon Emperor, has officially entered the late stage of Quasi-Saint!

As the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Court, he was blessed with the merits of Heaven and the fortune of the demon race, and he surpassed his younger brother, Donghuang Taiyi, to break through first!

Three thousand years later.

The Eastern Palace.

A single bell tolls, its sound echoing throughout the thirty-three heavens!

Donghuang Taiyi also broke through to the late stage of Quasi-Saint!

The Eastern Emperor Bell hung above his head, its body adorned with the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind patterns, all shining brightly and reflecting his aura, making it even more powerful than before!

At this point, both of the demon race's two emperors had reached the late Quasi-Saint stage!

The fortunes of the demon race are at their zenith!

"The time limit of ten thousand years has been reached. We, the sons of the demon race, can finally quell the arrogance of those barbarian witches!"