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

Everyone became despondent, and their ambitions were immediately suppressed.

"Oh my god, please don't pick me this time, please don't!"

Dong Xiaomiao, standing next to Chen Geng, turned pale with fright: "It's almost a 100% mortality rate! If I'm chosen, I'm doomed!"

"Old Chen, I suddenly think what you said about turning into stones and trees makes a lot of sense."

She was very uneasy, as the myths of Kinmen were also different.

Her favorite pattern is a myth with people on it, because according to the strategy guide, the chances of surviving are the highest.

But this myth before my eyes...

"Don't panic, you might not be chosen. There are so many people in this world. In the past, our school only had a dozen or so people selected each time."

With thousands of students in the entire school, the chances of selecting them are extremely low.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than golden rays shot out from the painting and fell onto the playground.

Dong Xiaomiao was hit instantly, and her expression froze in fright.

She wasn't the only one; three students in the class were infected together.

Li Shuai was also selected, and the last one selected was Wang Yunbo.

Meanwhile, everyone around them saw what was happening in front of them.

This involves choosing the identity they will transmigrate into. Generally, you may be given three identities, or even just one.

Dong Xiaomiao panicked and couldn't think straight, looking to Chen Geng for help:

"Old Chen, help! What should I choose?"

  

Chen Geng was still not selected, but he did not give up. This time it was the almost certain death of the Three Clans Myth, and maybe someone would trade with him.

He quickly scanned the golden lights on the playground and saw Dong Xiaomiao's image.

A tree, an unknown wild beast, and even a cloud.

"Choose Cloud!"

Without saying a word, he made the decision for her and quickly walked towards Wang Yunbo.

At this moment, Wang Yunbo's face was deathly pale.

He only had two options: a floating duckweed or a black, three-legged crow.

"Help! I'm doomed! These two are doomed no matter what if they go to Kinmen!"

"Crows fly, what good are three legs?"

He looked pleadingly at the surrounding crowd: "Who will trade with me? I'm willing to give him 100,000 yuan!"

"Please, someone switch places with me! I don't want to die!"

Those he saw all averted their gazes. If it were any other mythology, it would be fine, but if they went into this mythology, they probably wouldn't even know how they died!

At this moment, this voice kept ringing out all over the world; no one wanted to die.

The survival rate is less than one in a million, and the only one that survived was only half a survivor!

"I'll switch with you!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out from ahead. Wang Yunbo looked over with tears of gratitude and found it was Chen Geng.

"Chen Geng, are you crazy!"

His close friend exclaimed in shock, "This is no way to commit suicide! Wang Yunbo's choice clearly indicates that he will die."

"Duckweed can be eaten by a fish in one bite. Even if crows can fly, in mythology, have you ever seen a powerful crow?"

Chen Geng remained silent, but simply reached out and handed it to Wang Yunbo.

"If you're sure you want to switch, grab my hand. Time's almost up."

"Change!"

Wang Yunbo grabbed Chen Geng immediately, his voice filled with sincerity: "Brother Chen, if you manage to get out of here alive, I won't shortchange you a single penny of the 10!"

The moment his hands crossed, cause and effect reversed, and Chen Geng appeared in the golden light in his place.

He felt a pull, and the two choices in front of him kept glowing. If he didn't choose when the time came, he would be chosen randomly.

The myth of three races? But he clearly remembered that during the Dragon-Han Calamity of the Dragon-Phoenix-Scaled Dragon, there was no race called Crow.

Chen Geng's mind raced. In the previous 18 attempts, none of the people around him had been selected, and he couldn't change his mind even if he wanted to.

Moreover, usually no one would be willing to switch, but this time, the almost certain death of the myth is different.

It's so terrifying that nobody wants to go; they'd rather wait for the next safe place.

Wang Yunbo gave him an opportunity, and Chen Geng had a premonition that if he didn't seize this opportunity, he might never be able to enter Kinmen in his lifetime.

Actually, he could have swapped with Li Shuai or Dong Xiaomiao, but Dong Xiaomiao's tree, beast, and cloud were unremarkable.

Li Shuai seems to have a strange beast on his side, but after thinking it over, Chen Geng finally chose Wang Yunbo. He was going to take a gamble!

"crow!"

He silently recited the command, his consciousness binding itself to the seemingly black crow.

Crows are actually quite common in all myths.

But... it depends on the time period.

If it were the post-apocalyptic era, after the Investiture of the Gods mythology, it would be commonplace and unremarkable.

But if before the Investiture of the Gods, when the world was still in its primordial state and there were only three-legged creatures... then...

Chen Geng pondered all his memories and could only think of 12.

Although the timelines seem slightly different, but...

He's taking this gamble!

Once they were aware of it, a golden light shone brightly, and they were instantly pulled into the golden gate, their figures suddenly disappearing completely!

Countless people looked up in awe, and at that moment, the scroll showed the general situation of being drawn into the mythology of the three races.

The government agencies of China were operating at full speed, and a man with only his upper body was promptly brought out to serve as the commander-in-chief of this time travel mission.

"Report: A total of 1200000 people were brought in this time!"

"The mythology of the three races has been activated again. Commander, please assist us in contacting all transmigrators and ensuring their survival."

"No problem."

The man, whose body consisted only of the upper half, said in a low voice: "Tell them the first thing... if they don't choose the dragon, phoenix, qilin, or any other divine beast race, then... they can just wait to die."

"Entering that world, without the protection of a dominant clan, let alone making a contribution, you'd be lucky to survive the first day."

His tone was both mocking and melancholic: "Time? Heh..."

This statement is tantamount to a death sentence for everyone.

At the same time, Chen Geng, the empress of Kinmen, slowly opened his eyes.

I have become a three-legged crow, unable to determine my own size.

He was in the sky, and when he looked up, he could see a huge, completely pure white sun, which had remained unchanged since time immemorial.

Looking into the distance, the other side of the world is a vast, completely black moon.

Is this the primordial world...?

Chen Geng looked up at the vast expanse of heaven and earth and felt an incomparable absurdity, which was completely different from the primordial world he knew.

Gray tones... an endless array of gray hues.

The whole world exists in a mixture of black, white, and gray; is this the innate world?

What is the innate? It was born before Heaven and Earth, but what are Heaven and Earth?

It is everything you see: colors, mountains, rivers, lakes, trees, sky, earth; it is the measurement of everything—size, time, space, height, presence, and absence.

Innate nature, on the other hand, is the opposite; it lacks these qualities.

So when he was surprised, everyone else was surprised too.

A scroll unfolds before me, also in gray, just like the scroll unfolding outside Kinmen.

His contribution is shown above: 0/100.

You can only leave once you've collected 100; otherwise, you have to wait for the scroll to close automatically.

The flow of time is different in each myth. In the faster ones, it's okay, but in the slower ones... well, you just die.

In the corner of the scroll, other people's contact information was flashing, and at the same time, he heard a voice.

[Attention all transmigrators! This is the official Chinese channel. We have gathered everyone together using a precious mythical item. You can contact each other in this channel.]

Immediately afterwards, he saw a large number of dialogues appear in the corner of the scroll.

Zhang Chuan: "Help! I chose a fish, and a big fish is chasing me!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Chuan's profile picture went dark.

he died.

Xiong Yuhe: "What's wrong with the creature I chose? Why am I about to die if I just stand still?"

His name also quickly faded into obscurity.

Zhang Lele: "I chose the dragon race, but... but can dragons be eaten too? There are huge birds flying in the sky..."

Almost immediately after they spoke, their profile pictures turned black.