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

December 2st, early morning.

Yuncheng No. 2 Middle School.

The area around the playground was already crowded with people before dawn.

There were middle-aged men wearing t-shirts and slippers, old ladies holding thermos cups, mothers wiping away tears with handkerchiefs, and fathers squatting by the roadside smoking one cigarette after another.

In the center of the playground, the patterns of the magic array were dim, appearing and disappearing in the morning light.

Today, the children who left here on September 1st last year will return from all the heavens and worlds!

Outside the iron fence, a man wearing a dark gray reporter's vest stood at the edge of the crowd, with a camera on his shoulder and the lens pointed at the playground.

Standing next to him was a young man in his early twenties, carrying a voice recorder and a notebook, looking around somewhat nervously.

"Brother Chen, didn't we go to No. 1 Middle School the past two years? Why are we going to No. 2 Middle School this year?"

The young man asked in a low voice.

Yuncheng No.1 High School, a place where geniuses gather!

There, there are countless students who were already acquired martial artists or late-stage Qi Refining cultivators before entering the myriad worlds... There are also quite a few innate martial artists and Foundation Establishment cultivators.

To get into the top high school from junior high, one needs at least top-tier strength as a martial artist, and at least mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation as a cultivator.

That's why, on the day of the return of all the heavens and myriad worlds, almost all the reporters in Cloud City were waiting at the First Affiliated Hospital.

Ye Chen adjusted the lens focus, looked at the panoramic view of the playground through the viewfinder, then put down the camera and casually said, "Remember that guy from No. 2 Middle School who chose 'prehistoric' last year?"

The young man paused, clearly not expecting this: "Ah... that? But wasn't that a year ago? The person is gone, what are we filming here for?"

"What if he comes back?"

"Come back?" The young man's eyes widened. "That's the primordial world! Ever since the interdimensional teleportation stone descended upon Blue Star eight hundred years ago, no one has ever returned alive from there."

"That's why it's called 'what if'," Ye Chen said calmly. "If he really comes back, we'll have the exclusive rights."

The young man opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then thought it made sense, and finally muttered, "The probability is too low..."

Ye Chen didn't reply. He picked up the camera again and slowly panned the lens across the crowd outside the fence.

His statement just now was nothing but a smokescreen.

The real reason was that last night he had a sudden urge and habitually consulted the oracle!

The hexagram points in the direction of the second line, which is blurry and difficult to discern, yet it faintly exudes an unusual aura.

He had intended to calculate whether the student from No. 2 Middle School who chose the "Primordial Era" last year was alive or dead, but as soon as his fingertips moved, he felt the heavens were in chaos, as if he were falling into a fog—

It even caused him a great backlash, resulting in serious Dao injuries!

This surprised him somewhat.

You should know that he is now at the early stage of Golden Immortal, and his cultivation is no weaker than Shi Hao, who returned from the Demon Realm half a year ago.

Even when he recently consulted the fortune teller about the Taiyi Golden Immortal ancestor of the imperial family who had gone far away, and although the mystery was shrouded in mist and difficult to fathom, he did not suffer any backlash!

Back when he was only at the peak of the Profound Immortal realm, he once calculated the fate of a young man who chose to go to the Primordial World in search of death. Although he couldn't predict whether the young man would live or die, as if the Primordial World was shrouded in a layer of mist, he didn't suffer any backlash...

Why is this time so different?

That's why, despite his injuries, he came to No. 2 Middle School with a sense of curiosity.

"Xue'er, maybe I'll be able to witness the birth of the first Primordial Returner in history..."

Ye Chen silently spoke to his deceased wife in his heart.

He was once a direct descendant of the Ye family, a top-tier immortal cultivation family in the capital. A hundred years ago, he returned from the immortal realm with the cultivation of a peak Xuanxian. He once followed the family's experts to the outer heavens, risking his life for the family and acquiring many treasures.

That year, he returned from outer space, fell in love with an ordinary woman, and applied to his family to stay on Earth.

Shortly after his marriage, his wife died unexpectedly, and all clues pointed to his family!

Although there is no concrete evidence, it is not difficult for him to guess:

It must be that his family wants him to lose this attachment and continue his journey to the outer heavens...

He used his divination skills to pave the way and find treasures for his family!

In a fit of anger, he broke with his family and came to Yuncheng, the hometown of his deceased wife, to do the job she loved—a news reporter.

A commotion in the crowd pulled him back to reality.

"They're here! Aren't those Xiao Yan's parents?"

Ye Chen looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged couple squeezing in from the outer edge of the crowd.

The woman was wearing a floral top, her hair was neatly combed, and she was clutching a cloth bag tightly in her hand, as if she were carrying something.

The man followed behind her, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, his gaze fixed on the playground.

"Old Xiao, do you think Xiao Yan has lost weight?"

Li Xiuying muttered to herself as she walked, her voice not loud, but filled with barely concealed nervousness.

"We've been asking all the way; we'll know when we get there."

Xiao Jianguo replied in a muffled voice and stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket.

The two squeezed to the edge of the fence and stood there. Li Xiuying's hand was tightly gripping the opening of the cloth bag, and she looked very nervous.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in training clothes and a beautiful woman walked over.

They are Luo Feng's father, Luo Zhenshan, and his mother, Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui's eyes were red and swollen, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept all night.

She was wearing a plain-colored coat, her hair was casually tied back, and she looked much more haggard, but she still tried her best to straighten her back.

The two stood by the fence. Zhang Hui looked towards the center of the playground, her lips trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything.

People around them recognized them and began to whisper among themselves:

"Isn't that Luo Zhenshan, a well-known martial artist in Yuncheng? His son entered the High Martial World last year."

"Gao Wu... the mortality rate is over 10%, which isn't low. I heard his son has a good foundation in martial arts, so he should be able to come back alive, right?"

"The Luo family is a family of martial artists. His son was already a second-rate martial artist before he went in. He has a solid foundation, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"That's true. Maybe he'll become a post-natal martial artist when he comes back, and be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with his father."

Hearing these comments, Zhang Hui paused, her eyes reddening again.

Luo Zhenshan gently patted the back of her hand without saying a word.

After a while, a middle-aged man dressed in a plain long robe, with a calm expression and steady gaze, walked over with an elderly man leaning on a cane.

Their appearance attracted even more attention than before.

"The Chen family has arrived!"

"It's Chen Jinyan, the head of the Chen family!"

"That must be the previous head of the Chen family, Chen Jinyan's father, and Chen Beixuan's grandfather, right? I heard that the Chen family had a Golden Core cultivator in their ancestors, making them a proper family of cultivators."

"Chen Beixuan was already at the fourth level of Qi Refining before entering the High Immortal World last year, making him the most powerful cultivator in the entire school. If he manages to return alive, and barring any major luck issues, he should be able to condense his Golden Core, right?"

"Golden Core? That's something that allows one to fly on a sword! It's just a pity..."

"It's a pity. It would have been better if he had entered a year later. This year, the world of immortals and demons is no longer the exclusive domain of a few. With his talent, if he had a chance to fight his way into the immortal or demon realms, he would have returned alive as at least an immortal..."

"You can't say that! The mortality rate in the immortal and demon worlds is too high. If he really went to the immortal or demon worlds, it's not certain whether he could come back alive."

"That's true..."

Chen Jinyan and Grandpa Chen walked to the fence and stood there. They didn't talk to anyone else, but just quietly looked at the center of the playground.

Grandpa Chen's gaze unconsciously fell on the spot where his grandson had left last year, and his hand gripping his cane tightened involuntarily.