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

Having decided on his direction, Meng Chuan began to study the law of cause and effect.

He did not immediately take those rare and precious medicines, but instead relied on his own understanding to try to touch the threshold of the law of cause and effect.

Understanding the law of cause and effect is completely different from understanding other laws.

It doesn't need to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it doesn't need to hone the power of laws, and it doesn't even need to deliberately cultivate—what it needs is "enlightenment".

Once you understand it, then you understand it.

If you don't understand it, eating any amount of rare and precious herbs will be useless.

Meng Chuan sat motionless in his cave for three months, like an old monk in deep meditation.

He immersed his mind in the flow of time within his inner world, observing the subtle changes—

The birth and annihilation of every grain of dust, the flow and ebb and flow of every wisp of law, the appearance and demise of every breath of life.

These are all "results".

But where does their "cause" lie?

Three years later, Meng Chuan opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there was a hint of understanding, but also a hint of confusion.

He touched the threshold of the law of causality—

It's just a thin membrane, as if it could be broken with the slightest touch.

But on the other side of that membrane, something deeper and more complex seemed to be hidden, making him hesitant to take that step.

"We still need some help."

Meng Chuan took out a drop of the Myriad Laws Soul Fusion Liquid, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.

This Myriad Laws Fusion Liquid can not only assist in fusing with laws, but it can also be used to assist in comprehending laws. However, doing so is too extravagant for ordinary people.

However, for Meng Chuan now, this amount of exertion is nothing.

There's nothing we can do; he's just too rich and powerful.

The moment the Myriad Laws Soul-Melting Liquid entered his body, a cool power surged into his sea of ​​consciousness, making his soul clearer than ever before.

Those previously vague insights became clear at this moment.

He closed his eyes again and sank into the river of time.

This time, he saw even more.

He saw the moment he was sent away from the Primordial World by the Primordial Great Dao—that was the "cause"; he saw himself fall into the God Realm, that isolated island imprisoning visitors from outside the realm—that was the "effect".

He saw himself entering the Forest of Ten Thousand Laws Stele and deciphering the seventy-seventh stele—that was the "cause"; he saw himself obtaining the Guest Elder Token—that was the "effect".

He saw the cause of his choice to hunt down the mid-level saints of the Underworld Sect; he saw the ambush set by the Underworld Ancestor and the counterattack by the three high-level saints; that was the effect.

Cause and effect, all interconnected.

Every "effect" is a continuation of the previous "cause".

And every "cause" will give rise to countless "effects".

Meng Chuan was so immersed in this profound realization that he forgot the passage of time.

ten years.

Twenty years.

Fifty years.

a hundred years.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze held an indescribable depth.

It's as if you can see through the essence of things and the connections behind the appearances at a glance.

He reached out and gently twirled his fingertip—a faint golden thread appeared and wrapped around his finger.

That is the power of the law of cause and effect.

Although it is still very weak and immature, it is indeed the law of cause and effect.

A faint smile appeared on Meng Chuan's lips.

Over the course of a hundred years, he successfully grasped the basics of the law of cause and effect.

The next step is to gradually comprehend this law to perfection, and then integrate it with the five existing top-tier laws that have already been merged together.

This process may take longer.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

He has plenty of patience.

Meng Chuan came out of seclusion once and made a special trip to inquire about it.

He wanted to know if a woman named "Houtu" had ever come to the Wanfa Hall to look for him over the years.

The intelligence elder flipped through the records and shook his head: "No. Elder Meng, there is no record of anyone coming to inquire about you in the past hundred years."

Meng Chuan nodded without saying anything more.

Houtu is very likely not nearby.

He turned around, returned to his cave, and continued his seclusion.

In the more than a thousand years that followed, Meng Chuan went into seclusion, and his name spread throughout the entire coastal region, and even began to spread to the deeper parts of the Divine Realm Continent.

"Meng Chuan, ranked number one on the Extraterrestrial Demon Ranking? That guy who fused five top-tier laws?"

"That's right! It's him! I heard he joined the Hall of Myriad Laws, became a core elder, and even participated in the siege and killing of a high-ranking saint from the Underworld Sect!"

"Good heavens... a mid-level Saint killing a high-level Saint? That's an astonishing feat!"

"Who says otherwise... No wonder he's the top player on the leaderboard, he's amazing!"

Similar conversations are repeatedly taking place in various corners of the coastal area.

The people who said these words were none other than visitors from beyond the myriad realms, and their reactions to the news were quite enthusiastic.

After all, Meng Chuan, like them, is considered an "extraterrestrial demon" in the context of the Divine Realm!

"Meng Chuan... I remember him! Back then on the Extraterrestrial Demon Ranking, he wasn't ranked too high, but then he suddenly jumped to first place. I thought it was just luck... Now it seems he's really capable!"

"Five top-tier laws... I haven't even fully comprehended one of them, while they've already fused five... The difference is simply incomparable."

"Sigh, we're both from outside this region, so why is there such a huge difference?"

"Nonsense, they're number one on the list, you're not even on it, how can you compare?"

Among these visitors from outside the region, Meng Chuan's name has almost become a legend.

Some people admire him, some are jealous of him, and some secretly regard him as a target to be emulated.

Regardless, the name Meng Chuan has taken root in the southern region of the Divine Realm Continent.

However, fate played a cruel trick...

At the northernmost tip of the Divine Realm Continent, in the far north, within a majestic mountain range covered by millennia-old ice and snow, lies a massive sect known as the "Ice Spirit Holy Land."

The Ice Spirit Holy Land is one of the most powerful forces in the far north, occupying a territory spanning millions of miles.

Its disciples number in the tens of thousands, and there are no fewer than thirty high-ranking saints who reside there. Legend has it that there is even a supreme saint-level ancestor who lives in seclusion in the ice palace deep within the holy land.

At this moment, in a side hall of the Ice Spirit Holy Land, a woman dressed in a white dress was sitting cross-legged on a futon carved from ten-thousand-year-old ice, cultivating with her eyes closed.

She was stunningly beautiful, with a cool and aloof demeanor, and a hint of heroic spirit between her brows.

Around her, there were fluctuations of several laws—the Law of Reincarnation, the Law of Earth, the Law of Force, the Law of Time, and the Law of Death—the five laws intertwined and flowed within her body, forming a delicate balance.

It is indeed "Hou Tu"!

She joined the Ice Spirit Holy Land three thousand years ago!