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

After returning to the primordial land, Meng Chuan found a secluded valley, sat down cross-legged, and began to seriously consider his current situation.

First, he can be certain of a few things:

First, this world is real, not an illusion. The law of cause and effect does not lie.

Secondly, neither Houtu nor Yan Qing exists in this world. They were most likely transported to other places.

Third, he has not yet found a way to leave this world. He cannot break through that barrier of the world with his current strength.

Or rather, it is estimated that only a "Peak Saint" with world-class combat power could break through that barrier.

Because the world-class positioning of the primordial world should be "the Great World".

"So, what should I do now?"

Meng Chuan leaned against the rock wall, gazing at the sky above, lost in thought.

wait?

Is he waiting for Houtu and Yan Qing to come find him?

No.

They didn't know where he was, and he didn't know where they were.

Waiting passively will only waste time.

However, he lacked the ability to forcibly break through the world's barriers.

So, only one option remains—

To do something in this world, to see if I can cause some change, and thus find an opportunity to leave.

Meng Chuan's gaze gradually deepened.

He thought of the "Investiture of the Gods".

The Investiture of the Gods was one of the most important events in the history of the prehistoric world.

It is not just a calamity of gods and immortals, but also a major reshuffling of the three forces of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.

In this great calamity, countless cultivators perished, and countless forces rose and fell, ultimately laying the foundation for the subsequent world order.

He knew all too well the outcome of this great calamity—

With the destruction of the Jie Sect and the abduction of the Tongtian Sect Leader by Hongjun, the Chan Sect achieved a great victory. The Heavenly Court used this opportunity to fill the positions of the gods and thoroughly establish the ruling position of the Jade Emperor.

But if...

He got involved?

If he could alter some key moments during this great calamity of the gods, he could rewrite the final outcome—

What will happen?

Could this trigger a chain reaction in the world, thereby breaking down that seemingly indestructible barrier between worlds?

Once this thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Meng Chuan stood up, patted off non-existent dust from his robes, and smiled slightly.

"Anyway, I'm just idling around."

He said in a low voice, "Just consider it... doing an old friend a favor."

Although the Tongtian Sect Leader of this world did not know him, in the primordial world where he once lived, Tongtian was one of his few close friends.

Since he had the opportunity, he didn't mind helping the other party out.

not to mention--

He was also eager to see how the world would react when he forcibly turned the wheels of history in another direction.

Meng Chuan did not go to Jin'ao Island to find the Tongtian Sect Leader again.

He knew that now was not the time.

The Investiture of the Gods calamity has not yet officially begun, and various forces are still secretly making their plans. If he reveals his intentions too early, it will only arouse unnecessary vigilance.

He needs a suitable entry point.

A way to allow him to participate in the Great Tribulation legitimately without attracting too much attention from the outset.

After much thought, Meng Chuan turned his gaze to the east.

Song.

The capital of the Shang Dynasty.

The starting point of the Investiture of the Gods.

There, a man named Di Xin was about to ascend the throne and become the infamous "King Zhou" in later generations.

Meng Chuan was quite interested in this tyrant.

In the original historical narrative, King Zhou's image was extremely demonized—he was associated with a wine pool and meat forest, the torture of branding with hot irons, his favoritism towards Daji, and the persecution of loyal officials...

But how many of these descriptions are true, and how many are lies written by the victors?

Meng Chuan decided to go and see for himself.

So he set off for Chaoge.

He did not go directly into the city, but landed on a small hill outside the city and gazed at the magnificent capital from afar.

The scale of Chaoge City was much larger than he had imagined.

The city wall is over ten zhang high, entirely built of bluish-gray boulders. Banners flutter on the wall, and armored soldiers stand in rows, exuding a solemn and murderous aura.

The city's streets are crisscrossed, bustling with traffic, lined with shops, and crowded with pedestrians, creating a vibrant and prosperous scene.

Meng Chuan's gaze passed over the layers of buildings and landed on the palace complex in the center of the city.

Royal Palace.

The power center of the Shang Dynasty.

At this moment, a grand ceremony is being held in the palace—

A new king ascends the throne.

Meng Chuan's divine sense silently probed into the palace and saw the young man kneeling before the altar, receiving the mandate of heaven.

Emperor Xin!

He looked to be in his early thirties, tall and robust, with a angular face and an imposing presence.

He knelt before the altar, his expression solemn and devout, following the instructions of the master of ceremonies, completing the tedious enthronement ceremony step by step.

Meng Chuan carefully observed his every move.

From his eyes, his demeanor, and the subtle changes in his expression, Meng Chuan saw not a debauched and tyrannical ruler, but a young monarch with lofty ambitions and a desire to make a difference.

"interesting."

Meng Chuan said in a low voice.

He decided to stay in Chaoge and observe the new king in secret for a period of time.

So, in the days that followed, Meng Chuan disguised himself as an ordinary wandering Taoist priest and settled down in Chaoge City.

He would wander around the streets and alleys every day, listening to the gossip and observing the court's movements. Occasionally, he would also stroll around the palace, using his divine sense to observe Di Xin's every move.

He saw the diligent side of Emperor Xin—

He would get up before dawn every day to review memorials and often worked until late at night.

He personally inspected the military camp, ate and lived with the soldiers, and boosted morale.

He summoned the feudal lords from various regions to inquire about the people's conditions and discuss strategies for governing the country.

He also saw the tough side of Di Xin—

He showed no mercy to officials who were corrupt, abused their power, and oppressed the people, dismissing them from office and confiscating their property at the slightest provocation.

He was strictly wary of those feudal lords who outwardly complied but inwardly harbored ulterior motives, and he showed them no leniency.

He also saw the loneliness of Emperor Xin—

The ministers respected him more than they were close to him, the concubines flattered him more than they were sincere, and even the servants who had grown up with him dared not speak a word of truth in front of him.

He sat on his high throne, looking down upon all living beings, yet no one could meet his gaze.

"No wonder later generations wrote about him that way."

Meng Chuan thought to himself, "A monarch who refuses to be manipulated by powerful clans and theocracy will naturally become a thorn in everyone's side."

After spending several months in Chaoge, Meng Chuan made a decision—

He's about to show up!