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

Meng Chuan left Canglan City.

Instead of rushing on his way, he spread his divine sense as he flew, carefully searching every inch of the sea and every island along the way.

He changed his appearance and concealed his aura.

He pretended to be an unknown rogue cultivator.

The Hall of Myriad Laws has been destroyed, and he has lost the power to protect him. If he is targeted by the Underworld Sect again, with his current strength, he can still hold his own against a weaker Upper Saint, but if the other party sends out a stronger Upper Saint, he will have no choice but to run away.

If multiple high-ranking saints are dispatched, he will have little chance of survival!

Keeping a low profile is his best option right now.

Meng Chuan's first destination was an island called "Black Rock Island".

According to the information he learned at a teahouse in Canglan City, after the Wanfa Hall was destroyed, some of the captured disciples and elders were sent to a mine on Black Rock Island to work as miners mining divine crystal ore.

Black Rock Island is about eight million miles away from Canglan City, and at Meng Chuan's speed, he arrived very quickly.

He could see the island from afar—

It is less an island and more a black rocky mountain that rises abruptly from the sea and soars into the clouds.

The entire island is barren, covered with exposed black rocks that gleam with a cold, hard sheen under the sunlight.

In the center of the island, there is a huge mine pit, bottomless, like the gaping maw of a giant beast.

Around the mine, several simple barracks were built, protected by array barriers. A few disciples dressed in the attire of the Underworld King Sect could be vaguely seen patrolling.

Meng Chuan did not approach rashly.

He landed on a desolate reef hundreds of miles away from Blackrock Island, concealed his aura, condensed his divine sense into a single line, and cautiously probed towards the mine.

Divine senses pierced through the array barrier and entered the depths of the mine—

He "saw" hundreds of ragged miners struggling to dig for divine crystal ore in the dimly lit mine tunnels.

They were all wearing shackles on their hands and feet, and those shackles were sealed with laws that suppressed their cultivation, preventing them from using power beyond the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Among these people were men and women, young and old, and most of them were cultivators at the level of lower saints and great Luo golden immortals.

Their eyes were vacant, their faces numb, as if they had lost all hope and were simply mechanically repeating the digging motion.

Meng Chuan's divine sense extended out, sweeping across their faces and identifying their auras.

Yan Qing was not found.

Tapa was not found either.

He scanned carefully three times to make sure no one was missed, then withdrew his divine sense and remained silent for a moment.

He turned and left.

……

The second destination was a prison near the headquarters of the Underworld Sect.

There were some "valuable" prisoners being held there—

The middle-level saints of the Hall of Myriad Laws, and a few high-level saints who were captured alive.

The Underworld Sect did not kill them, but imprisoned them, attempting to extract information from them about the secret inheritance of the Myriad Laws Hall and the whereabouts of its treasures.

This prison is located deep underground on Hades Island, where the headquarters of the Hades Sect is located. It is heavily guarded and surrounded by numerous array formations.

It took Meng Chuan half a month to find a suitable opportunity.

A patrol team from the Hades Sect headquarters went out on a mission, creating a brief gap in their defenses.

He seized the opportunity to sneak into the outer perimeter of Hades Island and probe the underground prison with his divine sense.

The prison held thirteen prisoners from the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, all of whom were mid-level saints.

Their condition was somewhat better than that of the miners; they were not shackled, but each of them was confined alone in a closed stone chamber. The walls of the chamber were covered with sealing formations, cutting them off from the outside world.

Meng Chuan's divine sense swept across their faces one by one.

Yan Qing and Tapa were not found either.

He withdrew his divine sense and quietly left Hades Island.

……

The third destination was a branch of the Blood Sword Sect.

According to intelligence, after the destruction of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, the Blood Sword Sect also received a batch of prisoners, some of whom were sent to this branch to be used as experimental subjects.

The Blood Sword Sect has a secret technique that requires sacrificing a living person to the sword, nourishing the sword spirit with blood and soul.

When Meng Chuan arrived at the branch, he happened to witness a sword-worshiping ceremony.

He lurked in the mountains outside the branch headquarters, watching as the Blood Sword Sect disciples escorted one Wanfa Hall prisoner after another to the altar, then pierced their hearts with longswords, absorbing their blood and souls into the blades.

The screams of the prisoners echoed through the mountains and forests for an entire day.

Meng Chuan watched all this expressionlessly, his hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

He did not make a move.

He can't save those people—once his identity is exposed, not only will he be unable to save them, but he himself will also be in danger.

He simply memorized the faces of those Blood Sword Sect disciples and silently made a mental note of their dissatisfaction.

Only after all the prisoners had been executed did he probe the branch's prison with his divine sense to confirm that there were no more Wanfa Hall prisoners alive inside.

I still couldn't spot those two familiar figures.

He turned and left.

……

The fourth destination was a chaotic stretch of sea in the eastern part of the coastal area.

It was a no-man's-land, teeming with pirates, fugitives, and outlaws.

There are rumors that after the Wanfa Hall was destroyed, some disciples who managed to escape ended up in that sea area and lived in hiding.

Meng Chuan searched that sea area for several years.

He visited hundreds of islands, inquired with thousands of cultivators, and even risked entering the lairs of several pirates in an attempt to find clues about the survivors of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws.

He found some people.

A former outer disciple of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws is now working as an accountant in a pirate gang, calculating the spirit stones and supplies he has robbed every day.

A former steward of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws now runs a small alchemy shop on a deserted island, barely making a living.

There was also a former elder of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws—a mid-level saint—who now runs a martial arts school in a medium-sized city, teaching basic techniques to independent cultivators in exchange for cultivation resources.

Meng Chuan found them and knocked on their door to inquire about Yan Qing and Tapa's whereabouts.

Of course, these people definitely didn't recognize Yan Qing and the other person; Meng Chuan could only describe their appearance.

However, all of them said they had no recollection of it.

Meng Chuan did not give up and continued his search.

……

However, Meng Chuan spent over a hundred years traveling to every corner of the coastal area.

He had visited the thirty-six main islands controlled by the Underworld Sect, the twenty-eight branch sects controlled by the Blood Sword Sect, the strongholds of forces that had cooperated with the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, and the remote sea areas where disciples of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws might be hiding.

He investigated every mine, every prison, and every place where prisoners might be held.

He even risked infiltrating the outskirts of the headquarters of the Underworld Sect and the Blood Sword Sect, attempting to find records of the prisoners of the Myriad Laws Hall from their intelligence systems.

But the result is the same—

They couldn't find Yan Qing and the other person.

They seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.