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

One hundred years later, Meng Chuan stood on a deserted island at the southernmost tip of the coastal area, gazing at the boundless horizon in the distance.

The sea breeze rustled his robes, and the waves crashed against the rocks beneath his feet, making a splashing sound.

As the sun sets, it paints the sky a brilliant orange-red.

Meng Chuan stood there, motionless, like a statue.

More than a century of searching has yielded nothing.

He had to confront a possibility—

Yan Qing and Tapa may have perished in the battle that led to the annihilation of the Wanfa Hall!

When the Hall of Myriad Laws was destroyed, the Underworld Sect and the Blood Sword Sect mobilized more than thirty high-level saints. In a battle of that scale, even mid-level saints had no power to protect themselves.

In such a catastrophe, the chances of the two of them surviving... were indeed slim.

Meng Chuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

In his mind, the image of Yan Qing calling him "teacher" for the first time when they were still in the Hongmeng Universe and on Blue Star flashed through his mind—that girl was overjoyed when she heard that he wanted to take her as his disciple!

"However... I have now mastered the perfect law of cause and effect, and have already integrated it..."

"She is my personally taught eldest disciple, and we have a deep karmic connection... Perhaps we can predict whether she will live or die..."

With this in mind, Meng Chuan found a secluded spot on a deserted island to cultivate in seclusion, using the law of cause and effect as the primary method and other laws as secondary methods to deduce Yan Qing's life or death...

This calculation shows that another decade or so has passed.

In the end, he actually did vaguely deduce some things...

It's certain that Yan Qing is not dead!

"Not dead?"

"Thank goodness he's not dead!"

Opening his eyes, Meng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

……

A few days later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the sea, Meng Chuan left the deserted island.

He turned around, no longer looking at the vast sea, but instead gazing northwards—in the direction of the Divine Realm Continent.

His experiences over the years have made him realize a reality:

In the world of gods, let alone a mid-level saint, even a high-level saint can perish at any time.

The Hall of Ten Thousand Laws is a living example.

A massive force with over twenty high-ranking saints and a presence in the coastal region for hundreds of thousands of years was wiped out in an instant.

The temple master self-destructed, the elders died in battle, the disciples were slaughtered or captured, and the temple was completely destroyed!

Ultimately, neither the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws nor the Underworld Sect are second-rate forces that "lack a supreme saint to oversee them."

In the face of truly top-tier forces, they are nothing more than slightly larger ants.

Meng Chuan didn't want to be an ant.

But he also knew that with his current strength, he couldn't gain a foothold in the God Realm by fighting alone.

He needs a powerful backer!

A powerful enough protector to shield him once he truly matures!

Looking across the entire southern region of the Divine Realm Continent, the only forces that can truly be considered "backers" are the five top-tier powers—

Tianjian Mountain is renowned for its swordsmanship, with countless sword cultivators within its ranks. Legend has it that the mountain lord is a supreme saint who has cultivated swordsmanship to its ultimate level, capable of cleaving stars with a single sword strike.

Biluo Palace is famous for its magic and formations. It has an ancient and peerless formation that is said to be "unbreakable by anyone but a supreme saint".

The Myriad Manifestations Pavilion, with its influence spanning the entire Divine Realm Continent, is renowned for its intelligence and commerce, and is incredibly wealthy. It is rumored that the pavilion houses several supreme saint-level retainers.

Burning Heaven Valley is renowned for its fire-based martial arts and occupies the largest volcanic cluster in the southern part of the Divine Realm Continent. Its disciples are known for their fiery tempers and formidable combat prowess.

Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land is the smallest and most selective of the five major powers. It never recruits disciples on a large scale, but only accepts the elite of the elite.

But the Lone Goose Holy Land is also the most protective of its own!

There was a rumor that a core disciple of the Lonely Swan Holy Land was killed by the sect leader of a second-rate sect while he was out training. The Lonely Swan Holy Land immediately dispatched three high-level saints to uproot that first-rate force and leave no one alive!

From then on, a saying circulated in the southern region of the Divine Realm Continent: "Better to offend the King of Hell than to offend the Lone Goose."

The five major powers each have their own strengths.

After weighing the options, Meng Chuan first ruled out Wanxiang Tower—Wanxiang Tower had dealings with both the Blood Sword Sect and the Underworld Sect, and it was hard to guarantee that they wouldn't "sell" him to the Underworld Sect.

After all, he was on the "kill list" of the Underworld Sect!

Secondly, Burning Heaven Valley can be ruled out – Burning Heaven Valley is too far from the coastal area, and most of the disciples in the valley mainly use fire-based techniques, which are not very compatible with his law system.

Tianjian Mountain and Biluo Palace are worth considering, but both are quite far from the coastal area, and their standards for recruiting disciples are extremely strict. It would be quite difficult for a rogue cultivator of unknown origin to join them.

Finally, his gaze fell on that name—

Lone Goose Holy Land!

It has the fewest members, the highest entry requirements, and is the most protective of its own.

"A lone goose..."

Meng Chuan murmured the name to himself.

A lone wild goose, a solitary wild goose.

This name is quite fitting for his current state.

He pondered for a moment and then made a decision.

Choose the Lone Goose Holy Land!

He wanted to see just how confident this place, which was known as "better to offend the King of Hell than a lone goose," really was.

……

Without further hesitation, Meng Chuan moved, transforming into a streak of light and speeding northward.

The southern region of the Divine Realm Continent is vast and boundless. The distance from the coastal area to the "Tianyuan Mountains" where the Lonely Goose Holy Land is located is more distant than imagined.

Even at Meng Chuan's current pace, it would take him decades to travel.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

Decades are but a fleeting moment for a cultivator of his level.

Moreover, these decades of travel can be used to consolidate one's understanding and further familiarize oneself with the application of the law of cause and effect.

As he flew, he immersed his divine sense into his inner world, carefully experiencing the changes after the fusion of the six laws.

Within the inner world, the power of the six laws intertwines and flows, forming a perfect closed loop.

The Law of Force supports the skeleton of the world, the Law of Slaughter and the Law of Destruction guard its boundaries, the Law of Space expands its territory, and the Law of Time drives its internal evolution...

The law of cause and effect is like an invisible net that connects all the laws, making the connections between them closer and more harmonious.

He could sense that his inner world was transforming into a higher level.

The time to transform into the "Middle World" and achieve the status of a superior saint is getting closer and closer.

Perhaps, when he arrives at the Lonely Goose Holy Land, he will have the opportunity to break through!