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

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, you will naturally know my identity and origins when the time is right."

When leaving Jin'ao Island, Meng Chuan only left behind this sentence.

The Tongtian Sect Leader stood there, his brows furrowed, his gaze complex as he watched the departing figure.

He did not stop him.

It wasn't because he didn't want to, but because—he vaguely sensed that even if he took action, he wouldn't be able to keep this person.

This feeling is utterly absurd for a sage of the Heavenly Dao.

But the Master of the Heavenly Sect always trusted his intuition.

Although he didn't know where the other person had come from, facing them directly gave him the feeling of facing his teacher, Hongjun.

Equally profound and unfathomable!

"Meng Chuan..."

He repeated the name to himself, searching his mind countless times to make sure he had never seen it in any book or legend.

But he always felt that there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity about that person.

It was as if they had met somewhere far away, in a place he couldn't remember.

How strange.

The Tongtian Sect Leader shook his head, banishing the absurd thought from his mind, and turned back to Biyou Palace.

But he had already secretly memorized the name.

At this moment, Meng Chuan had already left the East China Sea and stood high in the sky, looking down at this land that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

His divine sense, like an invisible tide, spread out silently, sweeping across mountains and rivers, cities and tribes, and blessed lands—

He is searching.

They searched for a way to leave this world, and for any possible traces of Houtu and Yan Qing.

However, the result made his heart sink.

There was no trace of Houtu.

There was no trace of Yan Qing.

This world is a completely unfamiliar, prehistoric wilderness!

"Did I really travel through time?"

Meng Chuan muttered to himself, his gaze deep, "But if it's time travel, I should go back to the past. However, the trajectory of this world is clearly that the Lich War has ended and the Great Tribulation of Gods is about to begin—this is completely different from the primordial world I left behind!"

"Or, this is a parallel world."

Meng Chuan's gaze turned serious. "Either this is an illusionary test aimed at me."

He closed his eyes, activated the law of cause and effect, and tried to capture the "causal thread" of this world.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

The law of cause and effect is functioning properly, and the feedback information is coherent and self-consistent—everything in this world has a cause and effect, the logic is rigorous, and there is no flaw that an illusion should have.

If this is an illusion, then the skill of the being who created it far exceeds his comprehension.

"A supreme saint?"

Suddenly, the dozen or so laws of power intertwined on that teleportation array appeared in Meng Chuan's mind.

That level of fusion of laws is something that ordinary high-level saints could never achieve.

Even he, who had integrated seven top-tier laws, was far from reaching that level.

"Could the Hall of Myriad Laws have given birth to a supreme saint in the past?"

This thought gave Meng Chuan a slight jolt.

Before the destruction of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, he seemed to have heard someone mention that the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws once had a glorious past, and that a peerless saint had been born there before disappearing.

It's uncertain whether they died and vanished, or went to another world.

Meng Chuan shook his head, temporarily suppressing these questions.

The most urgent task is to find a way to leave this world.

Meng Chuan closed his eyes again, his divine sense soaring into the heavens, reaching the highest point in the sky, probing towards the boundary of the Great Dao in the darkness—

He wants to find the "barrier" of this world.

His divine sense pierced through layers of clouds, through fierce winds and thunder, through chaotic air currents, extending all the way to the ends of this world.

Then, he touched it.

An invisible barrier.

Hard, cold, and heavy, it is like an endless wall that envelops the entire world.

Meng Chuan tried to penetrate the barrier with his divine sense, but the barrier remained unmoved and even bounced his divine sense back.

"interesting."

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, a strange light flashing in them.

The strength of that barrier far exceeded his expectations.

With his current strength, he couldn't budge it even slightly.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly made a bold decision—

He was going to see someone.

A person who stands at the pinnacle of power in this world.

Daozu Hongjun!

In the original prehistoric world where Meng Chuan lived, he had met Hongjun several times. They were not close friends, but they were not enemies either.

In this world, Hongjun had already merged with the Heavenly Dao and become its representative.

more importantly--

Meng Chuan's divine sense had already locked onto the other party's location.

Zixiao Palace.

It was a palace suspended in the chaos, neither within the Thirty-Three Heavens nor on the primordial land, but independent of time and space, and only the Heavenly Dao Saints could sense its existence.

Meng Chuan's figure flashed and disappeared in the void.

The next moment, he appeared outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

The chaotic energy surged and billowed all around, yet it could not approach the area within a hundred miles of Zixiao Palace—an invisible force kept them at bay.

Meng Chuan stood in front of the Zixiao Palace gate, his gaze calmly fixed on the tightly closed door.

He could sense a vast and profound aura slowly circulating behind the door, closely connected to the laws of the entire world.

That is Hongjun.

Or rather, it is the embodiment of the Way of Heaven.

Meng Chuan neither knocked on the door nor made a sound.

He stood there quietly, waiting.

Because he knew that, given Hongjun's level of cultivation, the other party should have already noticed him the moment he appeared at the entrance of Zixiao Palace.

However, an incense stick's time passed.

The gates of Zixiao Palace remain tightly closed.

There was no movement.

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

He deliberately released a trace of his aura, which, though extremely faint, was impossible for a Heavenly Dao Saint to ignore with his perception.

However, there was still no response inside the Zixiao Palace.

"Didn't you notice?"

A thought flashed through Meng Chuan's mind, "Should I... pretend I didn't notice?"

He hesitated for a moment, then decided to test the waters.

He stretched out his finger and lightly drew a line in the air—

A wisp of the power of the law of cause and effect, like an invisible thread, silently passed through the restrictions of Zixiao Palace and probed into the palace.

This wisp of causal power is extremely weak, so weak that even a Heavenly Saint would find it difficult to detect without paying special attention.

A moment later, Meng Chuan withdrew his finger.

A knowing glint flashed in his eyes.

Hongjun indeed did not notice him.

"It seems that he is still some distance away from completely mastering the power of the Great Dao."

"That makes sense... In the original trajectory of the primordial world, after the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, the human way submitted to the heavenly way, which allowed him to fully grasp the power of the Great Dao in the primordial world."

Meng Chuan's gaze pierced through the restrictions of Zixiao Palace and landed on the figure sitting cross-legged inside the palace.

The aura emanating from Hongjun gave Meng Chuan the feeling that it was no weaker than that of an ordinary "high-ranking saint".

But this only applies to the primordial world.

Once separated from this world and losing the blessing of the Primordial Great Dao, Hongjun's strength would plummet to the level of a "lower-level saint".

Meng Chuan pondered for a moment, "Only when the Way of Heaven, the Way of Earth, and the Way of Humanity are united can one truly control the power of the Great Dao of the Primordial World. At that time, he will no longer be 'acting on behalf of Heaven,' but 'being the Great Dao himself.'"

This ambition is undeniably grand.

Meng Chuan withdrew his gaze, and in a flash, he left Zixiao Palace.