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

Meng Chuan stayed at Niming Mountain for three months.

In three months, he adjusted himself to his peak condition and also figured out most of the restrictions and formations of Mount Niming.

The small thatched hut appeared simple, but its interior had been transformed into a secluded little world—

The spiritual energy was so dense that it was almost condensed into a liquid, and the speed at which the power of laws operated was several times faster than that of the outside world.

He even suspected that the foundation of the entire Reverse Fate Mountain was formed from a supreme treasure of extremely high grade.

But three months later, he still left.

Because he had something on his mind all along.

Yan Qing!

That was the disciple he took in from the Primordial Universe, whom he reunited with in the Divine Realm!

After the destruction of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, he lost contact with the other party. He made several secret visits, but was unable to find out the other party's whereabouts.

However, after using the law of cause and effect to calculate several times, he was able to confirm that the other party was still alive.

However, it's unclear where she is.

In the past, because of his limited strength, he could only secretly investigate and carefully collect intelligence, fearing that exposing his whereabouts would lead to his death.

But now—

He is a supreme saint!

He has integrated seven top-level perfect laws!

He is an inner disciple of the Lonely Goose Holy Land!

He is the seventh person from the Mountain of Rebellion!

Behind him stood a mountain lord of unparalleled saintly level, and five senior brothers and sisters of unfathomable strength.

What else is he afraid of?

Even now, looking at the entire God Realm, his backing is among the strongest!

The moment Meng Chuan stepped out of the gate of the Lonely Goose Holy Land, he glanced back at the undulating Tianyuan Mountain Range, then turned and flew northwest.

His goal was clear—

Hades Sect!

He remembered the destruction of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws very clearly.

The Underworld Sect colluded with the Blood Sword Sect, whose strength was no less than that of the Myriad Laws Hall. The two forces joined forces and caught the Myriad Laws Hall off guard. The Hall Master died on the spot, and nearly all the elders and disciples were killed or injured. Many were captured alive, while a few managed to escape.

Meng Chuan decided to start with the Underworld Sect.

The journey from the Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land to the Underworld King Sect was quite a distance, and even with Meng Chuan's current cultivation level, it took him some time.

Along the way, he traversed the territories of many small and medium-sized sects in the southern part of the Divine Realm Continent, witnessing the vastness and prosperity of this region, and also experiencing the omnipresent law of the jungle on this continent.

On this day, he finally arrived at the edge of the mountain gate of the Underworld King Sect.

Looking into the distance, the forest in front of us resembles a lurking black beast, stretching across the land.

A layer of gray-black mist shrouded the mountain range. It was the death aura emanating from the Netherworld King Sect's protective array. Ordinary cultivators would die upon contact with it, and even Saint-level experts, unfamiliar with the protective array, dared not wander off.

Meng Chuan stopped at the outer edge of the mountain range, his gaze piercing through the layers of mist, looking at the enormous palace complex that was faintly visible deep within the mountains.

The gate of the Underworld Sect is right there.

He didn't conceal his presence or take a detour; instead, he flew directly towards the mountain gate.

His figure was like a shooting star, cutting through the gray-black mist and crashing straight into the gate of the Underworld Sect!

boom--!!

His aura was released without reservation, and the power of the seven laws intertwined and swirled around his body, forming an extremely terrifying pressure!

Wherever that oppressive force passed, rocks crumbled, trees were broken, and even the deathly aura that enveloped the mountains was forced back dozens of miles!

At the entrance to the Underworld Sect's mountain gate, the gatekeepers were dozing off, bored out of their minds.

Suddenly, an aura that made their very souls tremble descended from the sky!

"Who goes there?!"

One of the mid-level saints on duty suddenly looked up and shouted sternly.

However, before he could finish speaking, he saw the face of the person who had come to him.

He knew that face all too well.

Because the portrait of that face is currently posted in the mission hall of the Underworld Sect, with a bounty of 100,000 contribution points!

"Meng... Meng Chuan?!"

The pupils of the mid-level saint shrank sharply, and he blurted out, "It's Meng Chuan, a remnant of the Hall of Myriad Laws! Send the signal immediately!"

The disciple behind him immediately crushed a communication jade talisman, and a sharp signal shot into the sky, exploding into a blood-red firework in the gray-black sky!

At the same time, the mid-level saint had already drawn his weapon and pounced on Meng Chuan!

"Capture him! Our sect offered a bounty after the destruction of the Hall of Myriad Laws: anyone who captures Meng Chuan alive will be rewarded with one million contribution points!"

His roar echoed throughout the entire mountain gate area.

In an instant, all the disciples of the Underworld Sect near the mountain gate moved!

Dozens of figures rushed out from all directions, surrounding and attacking Meng Chuan!

The clash of swords and the fluctuations of laws intertwined to form an impenetrable web of death!

Meng Chuan hovered in the air, watching the enemies surging in from all directions, his face expressionless.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, spread his five fingers, and then gently clenched them.

Snap!

The space within a thousand feet radius of him suddenly froze!

Those disciples of the Underworld Sect who were at the forefront were like insects frozen in amber, maintaining their charging posture but unable to move an inch!

Their eyes were filled with terror and disbelief!

What kind of tactic is this?!

The laws of space? No! It's not just the laws of space—there's also the laws of time! And the laws of force! And…

Before they could even figure it out, Meng Chuan's hand had already clenched into a fist.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Amidst a series of muffled explosions, the bodies of those dozens of Netherworld King Sect disciples, along with their protective laws and magical treasures, were blasted into a cloud of blood mist!

One move!

Just one move!

Dozens of disciples of the Underworld Sect—including more than a dozen mid-level Saints—all perished!

The remaining disciples were so frightened that they retreated and dared not take another step forward!

"How is that possible..."

"Isn't he a mid-level saint?! How can he be so strong?!"

"The intelligence is wrong! Absolutely wrong!"

A commotion and gasps erupted from the crowd.

Just then, two even more powerful auras rose from the depths of the Underworld Sect!

"Who dares to run wild in my Underworld Sect!"

With a furious shout, two figures burst through the air and landed in front of the mountain gate.

The newcomers were a man and a woman, both dressed in black robes, their auras deep and unfathomable.

The man was in his early forties, with a sinister face and a pair of triangular eyes that gleamed with a cold light;

The woman looked to be around thirty years old, with a beautiful face, but there was a fierce look between her brows.

The auras of both of them were clearly those of high-ranking saints!

After landing, the man glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, and his face immediately darkened.

Then, he looked at Meng Chuan in the air, his eyes first filled with anger, then with astonishment, and finally with a hint of greed.

"Meng Chuan? Is that you?"