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

The tolling of the bells in the Eastern Palace had not yet ceased.

Taiyi sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, and the crimson-gold divine flames slowly receded into his body.

The aura of a late-stage Quasi-Saint rose and fell like the tides, scorching the void within the hall and causing it to distort slightly.

He closed his eyes, sensing the surging power within his body, a smile playing on his lips.

After three lectures at Zixiao Palace and ten thousand years of arduous cultivation, he finally broke through!

At the late Quasi-Saint stage, with the Eastern Emperor Bell in hand, he was confident that, in the primordial world, as long as Meng Chuan hadn't broken through, no one could rival him!

It's simply because Meng Chuan is pursuing the path of power!

The Law of Power is the supreme of all laws. If he were to reach the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, his combat power would absolutely surpass that of a late-stage Quasi-Saint who has severed three corpses.

Although he wielded the Eastern Emperor Bell, his opponent also possessed the God-Slaying Spear, thirty-six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, and fragments of the Chaos Pearl…

"The path of power to attain the Primordial Chaos is far more difficult than severing the Three Corpses... He must not have broken through yet."

Taiyi comforted himself in his heart.

"Second brother."

Di Jun's voice came from outside the palace. His steps were steady, but his expression was solemn when he stepped into the Eastern Palace.

"Big brother."

Taiyi stood up and noticed his unusual expression. He raised an eyebrow and said, "We brothers have both reached the late stage of Quasi-Saint. We should be annihilating the Witch Clan and unifying the prehistoric world. Why is my elder brother so worried?"

Di Jun remained silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "During your seclusion, a major event occurred in the prehistoric world."

"What is it?"

"Meng Chuan has broken through."

Taiyi's smile suddenly froze.

Just moments ago, I was certain that the other party could never break through, but I never expected to be proven wrong in the blink of an eye.

"He broke through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint three thousand years ago, and then—"

Di Jun paused, then lowered his voice even further, "Going alone to Kunlun to publicly challenge Yuanshi!"

"Yuanshi?" A strange light flashed in Taiyi's eyes. "What was the result?"

"Yuanshi was defeated."

Di Jun's tone was solemn, "The defeat was devastating. Meng Chuan did not even touch the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl or the fragment of the Chaos Pearl; he crushed Yuan Shi, who had completely refined the Pangu Banner, with just the God-Slaying Spear."

"It is said that if Laozi and Tongtian had not intervened with the final shot, Yuanshi would have been completely destroyed, even if he had not died."

The Eastern Palace fell into a deathly silence.

The joy on Taiyi's face vanished completely.

He was arrogant, but he also knew that Yuan Shi's strength, while not as great as his, was not far off.

He might win, but he could never win so easily!

Moreover, Meng Chuan didn't even use the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl or the fragments of the Chaos Pearl.

Just as he expected—

Once Meng Chuan breaks through, his strength will definitely surpass his!

"That's not all."

As if that wasn't hurtful enough, Di Jun added, "After Meng Chuan's battle with Yuan Shi, he also sparred with Tong Tian."

"Tongtian? His Four Swords of Zhuxian..."

Taiyi's eyes revealed apprehension.

Compared to the Pangu Banner of the Primordial Beginning, he was more wary of the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the Zhuxian Formation Diagram of the Heavenly Emperor—those were the famous killing treasures of the Demon Ancestor Rahu, whose reputation was even greater than that of the God-Slaying Spear!

During the battle between the Dao and the Demonic Path, the four who besieged Luo Hou—Hongjun, Yangmei, Yin Yang, and Qiankun—could not have broken the Zhuxian Sword Formation if any one of them were missing.

If Tongtian fully refines this formation, he has no chance of winning against opponents of the same realm, and might even lose.

"Tongtian has mastered most of the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation."

Di Jun's expression was solemn. "Even so, despite his sword formation, with four swords combined into one, Meng Chuan withstood it all without a scratch!"

The match ended in a draw!

"But Tongtian frankly admitted—if Meng Chuan were to use the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl and the fragment of the Chaos Pearl, he would undoubtedly be defeated!"

Taiyi's face grew increasingly gloomy.

"However, Second Brother, you don't need to worry too much."

Di Jun changed the subject, a confident smile appearing on his lips, "Meng Chuan is strong, but in the end, it's just the courage of one person. My demon race has the Zhou Tian Star Array."

He raised his hand, and the Hetu Luoshu appeared in his palm. The star map flowed, and the phantoms of three hundred and sixty-five main stars slowly rotated in the hall, forming a vast and complex star array.

"After Xi Huang joined, I used the Hetu and Luoshu as the foundation and spent thousands of years to push the Zhou Tian Star Array to perfection."

Di Jun's voice was full of confidence, "Once this formation is set up, the three hundred and sixty-five demon gods will each guard a star, drawing upon the power of all the celestial bodies, and under the command of you and me, brothers—anyone below the level of a saint can be killed!"

"No matter how strong Meng Chuan is, he's only at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint. If he dares to enter the formation, I'll annihilate him, body and soul!"

A glimmer of light rekindled in Taiyi's eyes.

"The divination skills of the legendary Emperor Xi were indeed unparalleled in the world."

He looked at Di Jun, "Brother, when will we send out troops?"

"No rush."

Di Jun shook his head, "Both Xi Huang and Nuwa are on the verge of breaking through. Xi Huang is only one step away from the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, and Nuwa is the same way away from the late-stage of Quasi-Saint."

"Once they break through, our demon race will have two more top-tier combatants. At that time, we will have a greater chance of success in launching an attack."

Taiyi pondered for a moment and nodded: "Brother has considered everything very well. Then let's wait a little longer."

He looked toward Mount Buzhou, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Meng Chuan... the day my demon army presses down on our borders will be the day you perish and your life ends."

……

Outside the Pangu Temple, the ancestral home of the Wu tribe.

Meng Chuan stepped out from the void, his gaze sweeping over the familiar ancestral land and mountains, feeling the rich blood energy permeating the air, and nodded slightly.

The ten-thousand-year period agreed upon by Hongjun had passed, and he rushed back to the Wu Clan from Wuzhuang Temple.

As soon as they landed, several burly figures came to greet them.

"Brother Meng Chuan! You're finally back!"

Zhu Rong's loud voice boomed from afar. She rushed to Meng Chuan in a few steps and slapped him on the shoulder with enough force to shatter a small mountain.

"Hahaha! I heard you single-handedly stormed Kunlun and beat that old codger Yuanshi to a pulp! It's a pity I was in seclusion at the time and didn't see it with my own eyes! That was exhilarating! That was fucking exhilarating!"

"More than just the beginning!"

Gonggong strode over. Normally, he and Zhurong were sworn enemies, but now they stood together, a rare sight. He grinned and said, "I also heard that Brother Mengchuan fought Tongtian, and even the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation couldn't defeat you!"

"That was the most famous treasure of the Demon Ancestor Rahu! Brother Meng Chuan is now absolutely invincible below the level of a Saint!"

"Let's see if those two hairy beasts from the demon race dare to be arrogant in front of our witch clan again!"

Shebi Shi, beaming with excitement, shouted, "What Demon Court Heavenly Emperor, what Eastern Emperor... it's all bullshit!"

Meng Chuan was surrounded by several ancestral witches, who praised him one after another, leaving him both amused and exasperated.

"My brothers are too kind."

He shook his head and said, "I barely managed to withstand Fellow Daoist Tongtian's Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation; I can't be considered to have won."

"As for the Primordial Beginning—"

He paused, his voice softening slightly: "It's just collecting a little interest."

"Haha... Brother Meng Chuan is back!"

Dijiang strode out of the Pangu Hall, his spatial power receding, his aura becoming even more unfathomable than it had been ten thousand years ago.

He looked Meng Chuan up and down, then nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, mid-stage Quasi-Saint, solid aura, stable foundation. These seven thousand years have not been wasted."

"Brother Dijiang, you flatter me."

Meng Chuan cupped his hands and said solemnly, "I have returned this time because the ten thousand-year period has passed. Di Jun and Tai Yi have both broken through to the late Quasi-Saint stage, and I fear they may make some moves."

"Action?" Zhu Rong scoffed. "If they dare come, I'll roast them into roast chickens!"

"Zhurong, don't be careless."

Zhu Jiuyin spoke slowly, his Eyes of Time flashing with a profound light, "The Zhou Tian Star Array of the Demon Clan is said to have reached perfection after Fuxi joined it. If Di Jun and Taiyi personally lead the array, it will indeed be difficult to deal with."

"Hmph! What's so special about the Zhou Tian Star Array?" Zhu Rong scoffed. "Our twelve ancestral witches can form the 'Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Array,' summoning the true form of our Father God. Their broken array is nothing but a pile of clay chickens and earthenware dogs!"

Dijiang frowned: "The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is the Wu Clan's last trump card. I told you not to mention it to outsiders. It's only because there are no outsiders here, otherwise I'd skin you alive!"

Zhu Rong immediately cowered, giving an awkward laugh: "Brother, I only mentioned it because there were no outsiders around..."

A hint of anticipation appeared in Meng Chuan's eyes.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, in the primordial wilderness, displayed terrifying power that overwhelmed even saints at the end of the Lich War.

Of course, if he could, he would prefer to never see this formation again...

Because its appearance marks a critical moment of life and death for the Wu tribe!