The primordial chaos has arrived, and you have to choose the crow at the start.

"Commander-in-Chief Huang, would you like some water?"

A girl from the Department of Living Support carefully served Huang Can tea, her hands trembling slightly.

"roll!"

Holding back his anger, Huang Can raised his hand and pushed her away with such force that her back slammed hard against the corner of the table.

The tea spilled all over the floor, making a loud clinking sound.

Blood gushed out instantly. The girl gritted her teeth, suppressing her tears of pain, and walked silently away.

Many people in the command center frowned, but there was nothing they could do.

During this special period and under these special circumstances, some individuals are experiencing emotional instability.

They could only endure it.

But this time it's better. Once the heroes from the mythology of the three races return, they won't have to be beholden to Huang Can anymore.

From the beginning until now, this commander-in-chief has made no contribution other than saying that everyone will die.

Cui Jue couldn't stand it anymore and secretly sent a private message to Chen Geng: "Brother Chen, this Huang Can is a real jerk! He eats and drinks for free and then beats people up!"

"In the past, someone like him would never have been hired, let alone attained such a high position."

"When you get back, Brother Chen, I'll give my opinion to the higher-ups and have him replaced so you can be the commander-in-chief."

As the person directly in contact with Chen Geng, over the past 100,000 years, Chen Geng has only talked to him and Dong Xiaomiao to relieve his boredom.

Otherwise, who could endure such a long period of time?

Even during the Dragon-Han Calamity, when time was not considered time, and since innate beings were not so sensitive to time, they still found it difficult to endure.

  

"Since Huang Can was able to become the commander-in-chief, he must have been evaluated by higher-ups; otherwise, he would have been removed long ago."

He told Cui Jue not to get involved and to leave the matter to others.

"As for me, I don't want to be the commander-in-chief unless the benefits of that position outweigh the troubles."

There are 10 days left before leaving Kinmen, and 3650 years remain in the primordial era.

Number of survivors: 68.

This number is already quite considerable.

Chen Geng finally set foot on Buzhou Mountain for the first time.

This was the first time in over 100,000 years that he felt "grounded," leaving three claw marks on the edge.

Unfortunately, he was pulled back to the sun almost in the blink of an eye, but the second time he came, he was able to stay for an extra second.

On the third visit, I was able to stay for two more seconds.

The fourth time, it took three seconds.

On his fifth visit, the last time he arrived at Buzhou Mountain before leaving the prehistoric world, Chen Geng forcibly activated the Great Dao of Time, causing the flow of time around him to slow down significantly.

This was very taxing, and he wanted to use it to fly to the palace. This place was already beyond the heavens, and Chen Geng wanted to see if the palace was as rumored.

But just as he flapped his wings, he suddenly realized that a tremendous pressure descended from the sky and slammed him to the ground.

Can't we fly here?

Chen Geng lost his balance, and the Great Dao of Time dissipated, forcibly dragging him back to the sun.

It seems we can't explore Buzhou Mountain too much this time.

He sighed regretfully and waited quietly for the time to pass before Kinmen would receive him.

Unbeknownst to Chen Geng, a figure on the summit of Buzhou Mountain opened the palace gates and slowly walked to the edge of the Buzhou Heavenly Pillar.

He looked down at the claw marks on the cliff edge, and as if noticing the little crow's clumsy efforts, a smile appeared on his face:

"This is the first time anyone has come to my temple."

With this thought in mind, His heart softened: "I wanted to tell them not to come again, lest the changes be too great and the younger generation say I'm incompetent, but..."

His wrist, which had originally intended to suppress all the anomalies, was ultimately raised slightly.

"Fine, there's still a glimmer of hope, so let's give the Shangqing Dao some face."

As soon as the object was lifted, a figure sensed it and arrived at the location.

"My teacher never pays any attention to my teachings."

The figure glanced at the claw marks: "Do you wish to discuss the Dao?"

"No." The old Taoist slowly shook his head, countless calculations already rising in his mind:

"I would like to play a game of chess with you and see if we can suppress those two from the Demon Court this time."

Shang Qing was taken aback, then realized: "Use the Demon Emperor's own offspring? Aren't you afraid of messing things up and letting the Demon Court benefit for nothing?"

"Just having some fun..."

[Distance Regression: 10...9...8...]

Remaining number: 50 people... exactly!

The countdown on the Kinmen scroll trembled. At this moment, not only were the time travelers tense, but everyone in the command center was also extremely tense!

The school where Chen Geng previously studied has now been divided into two areas.

One area is occupied by students who have just opened Kinmen to the public, while the other area is occupied by heavily armed forces.

The helicopter was parked on the parade ground, ready to transport people to the military region's airport and then take them to headquarters.

The teachers and students kept glancing at the scene; there was only one explanation for the appearance of armed soldiers.

That is... at this time last year, some of the transmigrators from the three races' mythology were still alive!

"My goodness, those three in our class might have a chance."

Among the students was Chen Geng's class, who come to try it every year.

The spot where Chen Geng and the other two left was deliberately left empty, waiting for their return.

In this school, if you feel hopeless, are afraid of death, or have already mastered all the knowledge, you can graduate at any time.

But those who remain are few and far between, unless they are truly broke.

"I don't think there's much hope. There are over a million people, and so many people in our school. It would be good if even one person survived."

"Last time, only half a person appeared in the myth of the three races."

"Not necessarily. So many people went in this time. What if there's a miracle? Our school is so big, who says it won't be someone from our class?"

"If you could guess who it is, I'd guess it's Li Shuai."

"Li Shuai's beast is indeed powerful. I remember Dong Xiaomiao chose Yun, and Chen Geng chose Crow."

"Hmm... Chen Geng and Dong Xiaomiao have very little chance of surviving. The only one in our class with a chance is probably Li Shuai."

The students whispered among themselves, both nervous and expectant.

"I've heard that anyone who emerges from the mythology of the three races becomes incredibly powerful, because they're guaranteed at least a slight degree of fusion. How powerful do you think that slight degree is?"

"In our mythological cultivation system, there are eight realms: refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into the Dao. I guess you'll at least reach the qi refining stage, right?"

"quiet!"

The principal's voice rang out: "Time is almost up, and I believe everyone is ready. However, I still hope that everyone can..."

The principal's speech was like background noise; everyone was distracted and eagerly awaiting the moment when the Golden Gate finally opened!

The myth began to emerge on the scroll, the scenes rapidly alternating, and last year's time traveler finally returned accompanied by golden light.

At the same time, a scroll appeared in front of Chen Geng. They stood in a frozen moment of time and could see the primordial wilderness receding behind them and the Earth opening up in front of them.

The scroll displays his contribution value: 100.

Just enough to cover the cost of entering the painting again next time.

Alternatively, one could abandon their identity and use all their contribution points on the scroll to exchange for other items.

100 contribution points can be exchanged for a Primordial Wild Grass, or for 10000 years of cultivation, etc.

This painting can be exchanged for quite a few things.

However, if he had to make an exchange, Chen Geng would definitely choose weeds.

Although it was a weed, it was still a naturally occurring plant, and only he knew the true benefits of being naturally born.

However, he couldn't redeem it, and unfortunately, he didn't receive any more contribution points afterward.

Because he focused all his energy on enlightenment in the later stages, comprehending the great Dao brought about by the fusion and making it his own, he didn't have time to gain more contribution points.

Of course, there was no opportunity either. The first three times were due to good luck, taking advantage of the sun's power, which he had already maximized.

Around the painting, figures arrived one after another, all of them companions.

They all returned to human form, except for Chen Geng, who remained in the form of a golden crow.

Dong Xiaomiao said smugly, "I've finally accumulated 100 contribution points! Haha, next time I'm going to easily become an immortal in the mythical realm!"

Zhang Mingyu: "Everyone's been chatting the whole time. This is the first time I've seen what you all really look like. Let's go out and have some drinks, everyone."

Liao Dong nodded: "Okay! Let's drink!"

He then casually asked the figure beside him, "Brother, what did you gain?"

The figure was Yang Ao. He did not answer, nor did he bother to answer.

Don't they even know who these guys are?

He immediately flipped through the scrolls to see what he could exchange his 5 contribution points for.

He was extremely annoyed that his 5 contribution points could only be exchanged for leaves and withered branches.

The best he has is only 500 years of cultivation, while he has spent more than 100,000 years in the primordial world.

After eating that piece of flesh and blood, with a guaranteed fusion rate of at least 0.0001%, what abilities do I have?

Garbage Kinmen!

"Huh, what's that dirty bird doing here?"

Suddenly, Yang Ao caught a glimpse of a crow standing on the painting out of the corner of his eye, and immediately felt it was an ominous sign.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

He stretched out his foot to kick, trying to send the crow flying.