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

"Mount Rebellion?!"

Xue Wuhen gasped in shock, his voice trembling noticeably, "He...he's actually from the Rebellious Destiny Mountain?!"

Blood Butcher's expression changed several times in an instant, finally settling into a solemn one.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "It is rumored that the Lord of Reverse Fate Mountain is the strongest person in the Lonely Swan Holy Land, and the strongest among the three supreme saints of the Lonely Swan Holy Land. Every disciple of Reverse Fate Mountain is a top elite among the upper-level saints, and each one is regarded as a seed of supreme sainthood..."

He paused, a hint of awe creeping into his gaze as he looked at Meng Chuan: "There's another rumor—two of the three supreme saints of the Lonely Goose Holy Land are at Reversing Fate Mountain!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present involuntarily gasped!

Two supreme saints?!

What does that mean?

This means that the Mountain of Rebellion has two supreme saints in charge!

Elder Xuanming felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He originally thought that accompanying Meng Chuan to the Blood Sword Sect was just to do a favor, but he didn't expect...

This kid is actually from the Mountain of Rebellion!

He suddenly felt a sense of relief—relief that he hadn't been violent towards Meng Chuan when he was at the Underworld Sect, but instead had chosen to cooperate politely.

otherwise……

He dared not think any further.

At this moment, the one most affected is Lu Feng.

He held the emerald green jade pendant in his hand, the grayish-white light in his palm long since vanished.

He looked at the black token in Meng Chuan's hand, and at the lone goose flying against the wind on the token. His expression shifted repeatedly between anger, resentment, shock, and fear.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse:

"You...you actually entered the Mountain of Reversal of Fate in the Lonely Goose Holy Land?"

Meng Chuan calmly met his gaze: "Not bad."

Lu Feng fell silent.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.

His son is dead, the murderer is right in front of him, but he can't do anything about it—

Because he knew very well what the three words "Mountain of Rebellion" meant.

That's not an ordinary sect or faction.

That was a place where a group of monsters gathered.

Legend has it that the former lord of Mount Niming once single-handedly killed a supreme saint!

The current mountain lord is hailed as the strongest person in the Lone Goose Holy Land!

If he kills Meng Chuan now, Niming Mountain will never let it go.

He will surely die then!

Although the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion is as famous as the Lonely Goose Holy Land, the supreme saint of the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion would never offend the Rebellious Fate Mountain for the sake of an inner sect elder!

In fact, in order to quell the anger of Niming Mountain, Wanxiang Tower might even take the initiative to hand him over!

Thinking of this, Lu Feng felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

When he opened his eyes again, the murderous intent and anger in them had been forcibly suppressed, replaced by a bitter compromise.

He looked at Meng Chuan, his voice low and hoarse:

"Meng Chuan... Fellow Daoist."

He spoke those words with immense difficulty.

"In this matter... my son Lu Ming was at fault first. He provoked you, fellow Daoist, and launched a sneak attack; he deserved to die."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I... have failed in raising my son properly, and have offended you, fellow Daoist. I hope you... will forgive me."

As he spoke, he actually bowed deeply to Meng Chuan!

Those present were not surprised by this scene; in fact, they felt it was only natural.

After all, that's Mount Destiny!

Even with Meng Chuan added, there would only be seven people on Mount Niming.

The death of any one of them would most likely offend a supreme saint!

Looking at Lu Feng bowing before him, Meng Chuan felt no pride, but rather a touch of melancholy.

This is the importance of strength.

It's not about personal ability, but the power of one's background.

If it weren't for the reputation of Niming Mountain, he probably would have really died here today.

He put away the token and said calmly, "Elder Lu, you flatter me. Let's let this matter rest and I will not pursue it further."

Lu Feng straightened up, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Thank you for your magnanimity, fellow Daoist. I... take my leave."

He turned around and walked out of the main hall step by step.

That figure appeared incredibly desolate in everyone's eyes.

As he walked out of the main hall, he paused for a moment, as if he wanted to turn back and say something, but in the end he left without looking back.

Silence fell once again in the main hall.

After a long while, Xue Tu was the first to come to his senses. He hurriedly ordered his servants to serve tea again, and said to Meng Chuan with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan... no, Young Master Meng Chuan, I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Please sit down, please take a seat of honor..."

His attitude was more than ten times more respectful than before.

Meng Chuan didn't stand on ceremony, sat down again in the main seat, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

He glanced at the people in the hall who were still in shock, and understood—

From this day forward, his name will no longer simply be that of an "inner disciple of the Lonely Goose Holy Land".

But -

The seventh disciple of Niming Mountain.

The news spread even faster than Meng Chuan had anticipated.

In less than half a month, the news that "the Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land's Reverse Fate Mountain has accepted a new disciple" spread like wildfire throughout the southern part of the Divine Realm Continent.

Meng Chuan was neither surprised nor opposed to his sudden fame.

He was eager to become famous throughout the entire Divine Realm, so that Yan Qing and Hou Tu could come directly to the Lonely Goose Holy Land to find him.

In the days that followed, Meng Chuan traveled extensively throughout the southern part of the Divine Realm Continent.

Wherever he went, he would take out Yan Qing's portrait and inquire about her whereabouts.

His reputation as a disciple of the Rebellious Mountain earned him extremely high respect in various places.

Some smaller sects even took the initiative to help him find clues, and some intelligence organizations were willing to provide assistance for free.

But Yan Qing's whereabouts remain unknown.

She vanished as if she had evaporated into thin air, leaving no trace whatsoever.

But Meng Chuan was able to confirm through the law of cause and effect that she was still alive.

……

More than a hundred years later.

Northern part of the Divine Realm Continent, the Holy Land of Ice Spirits.

This is a world covered in ice and snow all year round, with endless ice fields and crystal snowflakes falling from the sky, as beautiful as a fairyland.

Ice Spirit Holy Land, on par with Lone Goose Holy Land, is one of the top forces in the Divine Realm Continent.

At this moment, deep within the Ice Spirit Holy Land, in a palace sculpted from ten-thousand-year-old black ice.

A woman is sitting cross-legged, meditating with her eyes closed.

She wore a plain white dress, her long hair cascaded down her back, her face was exquisitely beautiful, her skin was as white as jade, and she was surrounded by a faint ice-blue halo, exuding a cold and pure aura.

It is "Houtu".

More than a hundred years later, news that the Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land's Reverse Fate Mountain had accepted a new disciple finally reached the Ice Spirit Holy Land.

"Meng Chuan?!"

"The fusion of seven top-tier laws?!"

She glanced at the laws displayed after Meng Chuan, who was ranked first on the "Extraterrestrial Demon Ranking," and immediately confirmed it—

"He's in the Lonely Goose Holy Land? And he's even become a disciple of the Rebellious Fate Mountain?!"

Her voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and surprise.

She suddenly stood up, her face full of excitement.

"I'm going to find him."

Without hesitation, she immediately set off from the Ice Spirit Holy Land, heading south.