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

The main hall of the Holy Land of Wind and Thunder.

The interior of the hall was not as magnificent as I had imagined; instead, it was excessively simple.

The stone walls, pillars, tables, and chairs, even the cracks in the bricks on the ground, all bear the scorch marks of being repeatedly tempered by lightning.

The two Holy Lords of the Wind and Thunder Holy Land, Lei Hong and Feng Ye, brought Meng Chuan in, and the three of them took their seats in the hall.

Without waiters or elaborate formalities, Lei Hong personally picked up a rough pottery teapot and poured Meng Chuan a cup of tea.

The tea soup is dark brown, steaming, and exudes a faint herbal fragrance, with a subtle tingling sensation like lightning.

"The Leiyin tea trees I planted are harvested only once every three thousand years. The yield is not high, but the taste is alright."

Lei Hong poured himself a glass, picked it up, and drank it all in one gulp, just like drinking alcohol in a bold and unrestrained manner.

Meng Chuan picked up his teacup and took a sip. As the tea entered his throat, a gentle warmth spread out first, followed by a tingling sensation on the tip of his tongue, as if he had been gently pricked by a tiny electric current. His magical power rippled slightly.

"Good tea."

"Haha, I'm glad Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan likes it."

Lei Hong put down his cup, wiped his mouth, and said, "How long do you plan to stay in the Wind and Thunder Holy Land? If you're not in a hurry to leave, I'll show you around. Although the Weiyang Star Region can't compare to those super star regions, there are still some places worth seeing."

"No rush." ​​Meng Chuan put down his teacup. "I happen to have some questions about cultivation and would like to ask Fellow Daoist Lei Hong for guidance."

Lei Hong waved his hand: "It's not really asking for your guidance. Fellow Daoist cultivates the Law of Power, while I cultivate the Law of Lightning. Our paths are different, but at our level, there are still some commonalities between our laws. If you don't mind, we can verify each other's understanding."

Kazunori sat to the side, not saying a word.

Upon hearing this, he picked up his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and adopted a "let me hear it too" posture.

The discussion begins here.

Meng Chuan first shared some of his insights into the Law of Force...

He spoke frankly and meticulously, without holding anything back.

Lei Hong listened attentively, sometimes nodding, sometimes frowning in thought.

After Meng Chuan finished speaking, he remained silent for a moment before beginning to explain his understanding of the Law of Thunder.

His narration wasn't as organized as Meng Chuan's; it was more like he was just talking about whatever came to mind, with a casualness that came from his unorthodox background.

But among those seemingly scattered insights, there were occasionally a few insightful observations that went straight to the heart of the matter, which made Meng Chuan take notice.

The two discussed the application and essence of the laws, combat techniques and the mindset for cultivation, and the workings of heaven and earth from their understanding of the laws.

Occasionally, Kazuno would join the discussion.

Meng Chuan looked at him and, when talking about "power concentrated at a single point," casually gave an example:

"It's like when you thrust out a spear; if the force is dispersed, no matter how fancy your marksmanship is, you won't be able to break through your opponent's defense."

"But if you concentrate all your strength on the tip of the spear, even if it's just an inch of sharpness, it can pierce through a solid wall thousands of feet high."

He said this in a very calm tone, as if he were saying something that was taken for granted.

But Kazunori's hand, which was holding the teacup, suddenly stopped.

He looked down at the tea in his cup, his gaze somewhat unfocused.

Meng Chuan's words, "Concentrate all your strength on one point," were like a lightning bolt, splitting open a tightly closed door in his heart!

He has cultivated the laws of wind for many years, always pursuing "speed" and "dash"—faster movement and faster attacks.

He believed that as long as he was fast enough, he could defeat any opponent.

But today, facing Meng Chuan, he realized for the first time:

Fast speed does not mean strong strength!

Although his attacks were as swift as a whirlwind, their power was scattered. When they struck Meng Chuan, it was like a gust of wind blowing across a reef, unable to shake him in the slightest.

Meng Chuan's attacks were all imbued with his full power, which is why he was able to break through Meng Chuan's defenses in one strike, even when their cultivation levels were comparable.

"Converging on a single point..."

He murmured the same thing over and over, a glimmer of understanding gradually appearing in his eyes.

He put down his teacup and stood up.

Lei Hong stopped talking and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Feng Ye did not answer, but turned to Meng Chuan and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, your words have touched me deeply, and I need to immediately go into seclusion for quiet cultivation. I will remember this kindness."

He paused, his gaze sincere: "I consider you a friend. If you ever need my help, just let me know. I'll do my best to help!"

Meng Chuan also stood up and returned the greeting: "Fellow Daoist Feng Ye, you flatter me. I wish you a successful seclusion and continued progress in your cultivation."

Kazeno nodded, said nothing more, greeted his older brother, and then strode out of the main hall.

He walked quickly, with an air of impatience, clearly having gained some insights and eager to verify them.

Lei Hong watched his figure disappear outside the hall, then picked up the teapot and poured Meng Chuan another cup of tea: "My second brother is quick-tempered, but not a bad person. It's fate that he has caught your eye, fellow Daoist."

Meng Chuan sat down again, picked up his teacup, and said, "Fellow Daoist Fengye is straightforward and honest; he is worth befriending."

Lei Hong smiled and didn't continue the topic.

The two continued their discussion.

After some time, the two stopped their discussion, and Meng Chuan asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist Lei Hong, I wonder how much you know about the 'Great Emperor'?"

Your Majesty!

Upon hearing Meng Chuan's words, Lei Hong paused for a moment while holding the cup.

The hall was quiet for a few breaths.

Lei Hong put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and his gaze became somewhat distant.

"The Great Emperor..."

He repeated the word, his tone carrying a complex meaning, "What does fellow Daoist wish to know?"

"I've heard that some super starfields are controlled by Great Emperors. Even in super starfields without Great Emperors, the controllers are invincible Immortal Emperors who have reached the pinnacle of Immortal Emperors through the use of top-tier laws."

Meng Chuan looked at him. "Is that so?"

Lei Hong did not answer immediately.

He picked up the teacup but didn't drink it. He just stared at the dark brown tea in the cup, as if he was organizing his thoughts.

After a while, he put down his cup and said:

Eight hundred years ago, an earth-shattering war between emperors erupted deep within the universe!

His voice was lower than usual, carrying an unusual solemnity. "That battle is said to have shattered two supreme imperial weapons, affected and destroyed more than a dozen nearby super star fields, and caused countless deaths and injuries."

"Of the original 126 super star regions, only 108 remain."

Meng Chuan's brows twitched slightly.

He didn't interrupt and listened quietly.

"I don't know the specifics of that battle."

"The Holy Land of Wind and Thunder is extremely far from that battlefield, but I could still clearly feel that terrifying aura that swept across the entire universe."

Lei Hong's gaze fell on a certain spot in the void, as if recalling the scene at that time, "It was an aura that made people unable to even have the thought of resistance. I stand here, separated by countless billions of light-years, and I still feel my soul trembling."

"Logically speaking, you should have sensed that aura at the time."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan did not respond.

Eight hundred years ago?

He wasn't even born yet!

Lei Hong paused for a moment, then picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp, as if using the warmth of the hot tea to dispel some kind of chill.

"After that battle, those super star domains that were originally overseen by emperors all had their emperors step down and be governed by their designated 'representatives'."

"No one has seen the Emperor since eight hundred years ago."

"Some say that this is the will of the Great Dao of the Universe, causing the Great Emperors to retreat to their own small worlds and be forbidden from entering the universe again."

"Some say that all the Great Emperors participated in that great battle and were injured. They have been recuperating for years, which is why they have gone into seclusion."

Lei Hong put down his empty cup and looked at Meng Chuan: "No one can confirm which version it is. But one thing is certain—in the past eight hundred years, no Great Emperor has ever appeared publicly in the universe."

Meng Chuan remained silent for a moment, processing this information.

Eight hundred years ago, the Great Emperors' War shattered the Supreme Emperor Weapons and destroyed a super star field, leading to the collective retirement of the Great Emperors...

"wrong!"

Suddenly, Meng Chuan remembered something:

Eight hundred years ago, a major event also occurred on Blue Star—an interdimensional teleportation stone descended upon Blue Star from outer space!