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

A world of high-level martial arts.

Deep in the starry sky, on the edge of a desolate asteroid belt.

The Black Dragon hovered silently in the shadow of a giant rock, the dark gold beast head on its hull gleaming faintly in the darkness.

Inside the main cabin, Luo Feng stood by the porthole, gazing at the starry sky he had been navigating for over a decade.

There were more than a dozen people standing behind him.

The one-eyed, burly man stood at the front, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

"Boss..."

A thin, middle-aged man spoke, his voice hoarse, "Can't you just stay?"

Luo Feng didn't turn back. "I have to go!"

After all, it wasn't something he could simply choose not to leave.

A moment of silence fell over the scene.

"Then what do we do?" another voice asked, its tone trembling with suppressed emotion.

Luo Feng turned around, his gaze sweeping over those familiar faces.

There were veterans who had followed him for ten years, miners he had rescued from the clutches of space pirates, slaves he had bought from auction houses, and wandering warriors who voluntarily followed him.

Every face showed reluctance to part...

All good things must come to an end!

His voice was calm. "After I leave, the Black Dragon will be yours. The supplies in the hold will last you a long time. I've marked those routes on the star map. There are no space pirates, no danger. You can run your business safely for a while."

"Boss, we're not after that!"

The one-eyed, burly man grew anxious. "We want to follow you!"

"I know," Luo Feng looked at him, "but everyone has their own path to walk. My path ends here!"

The one-eyed burly man opened his mouth, but ultimately lowered his head and remained silent.

Luo Feng walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Take care!"

The one-eyed burly man suddenly looked up, his eyes red-rimmed, but he forced back his words, "Boss... take care too!"

Luo Feng nodded, then looked at the others and said, "Take care!"

No one responded.

Some people lowered their heads, some turned their faces away, and some bit their lips tightly...

Luo Feng didn't say anything more.

He turned and faced the porthole.

Outside the window, starlight dances, and all is eternally silent.

He recalled fifteen years ago, when he first came into this world, standing on a desolate Gobi Desert, holding the sword his father had given him, looking around blankly.

At that time, he didn't know how far he could go.

I don't know if I'll make it back alive.

I don't know what kind of people I'll meet, or what kind of things I'll experience...

Now he knows.

He has met good people and bad people.

He has saved people and he has killed people.

I have been betrayed, and I have also been followed.

He has no regrets!

In the sky, a green beam of light pierced through the void, ignoring the walls of the starship, and landed directly in the main cabin.

The light enveloped Luo Feng!

His body began to become transparent...

"Boss—!!"

More than a dozen roars came from behind!

Luo Feng did not turn around.

A green beam of light shot into the sky and disappeared into the horizon.

Inside the main cabin, the light faded.

That spot was now empty.

The one-eyed, burly man stood there, staring blankly at the empty floor. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through clenched teeth: "Boss... may you rest in peace!"

Others chimed in, "...May you rest in peace!"

……

The world of immortals.

The northern wilderness, atop an unnamed, desolate mountain.

Chen Beixuan stood on the mountaintop, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He gazed at the churning sea of ​​clouds in the distance, a proud smile playing on his lips.

Peak of Tribulation Transcending!

Over the course of twenty years, relying on the resources left behind by that Taiyi Golden Immortal senior, he forcibly broke through from the early stage of Tribulation Transcending all the way to the peak of Tribulation Transcending.

Just one step away from triggering the final heavenly tribulation and ascending to the immortal realm!

But he didn't have time.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

"Blue Star..."

He uttered the two words softly, his smile deepening.

"I'm back!"

He opened his arms as if embracing that unseen homeland.

"All beings of Earth, behold me—I will manifest my divine power before the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple beam of light fell from the sky, enveloping him.

The purple light was dazzling, illuminating the entire mountaintop with a luxurious hue.

Chen Beixuan's figure gradually faded away in the pillar of light.

He took one last look at the world he had lived in for 150 years—

The world of prostitution!

He's going back, back to that very far away place.

A purple beam of light shot into the sky and disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

Silence returned to the top of the barren mountain.

……

Wild world.

The ancestral home of the Wu tribe, in the back mountain.

The setting sun painted the horizon a brilliant orange-red, and the clouds were edged with gold, spreading out in layers into the distance.

Meng Chuan stood on the mountaintop, gazing at the sky he had watched for tens of thousands of years.

Houtu stood beside him.

The two were very close, close enough to feel their sleeves gently brushing against each other in the wind.

But none of them spoke.

In the distance, a golden light is gathering on the horizon.

That light was more dazzling than the sun, more profound than the stars…

That was the light that came to take him home!

Meng Chuan stared at the golden light and remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke.

"wait for me……"

His voice was very soft, as if afraid of startling something, yet it carried an unprecedented firmness:

"I will definitely find my way back!"

He turned to look at the girl, "I've come back to see you!"

The girls spoke almost simultaneously, their voices calm yet carrying the same unwavering strength:

"If the tunnel is completed, the Witch Clan will be safe..."

"I will find the way to your world!"

"I'm going to see you!"

They were all stunned for a moment after he finished speaking.

Then, Meng Chuan smiled.

That smile held relief, reluctance, gratitude, and something else that was hard to describe...

A golden beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping him!

His body began to become transparent.

Just then—

"Brother Meng Chuan—!!"

A loud shout came from afar!

Dijiang's figure soared into the sky from the ancestral land, followed by Zhurong, Gonggong, Zhujiuyin... eleven ancestral witches, all rushing out!

They sensed the strange power fluctuations and assumed that Yuanshi had broken the seven-thousand-year agreement and acted ahead of schedule.

"You little brat, Yuanshi! How dare you—!!"

Zhu Rong's roar resounded through the sky. His body flared up with flames, and he transformed into a fireball, charging fiercely towards the back mountain!

Then they saw—

Golden beam of light!

Meng Chuan stood in the pillar of light, his figure fading away.

That doesn't seem to be an attack from the Primordial Beginning?

It was a power they had never seen before and could not comprehend!

"Brother Meng Chuan—!!"

Zhu Rong rushed into the air, watching helplessly as Meng Chuan's figure became increasingly blurry in the golden light, her eyes turning red with anxiety.

"Who is it?! Who's behind this?!"

Dijiang landed on the ground with a solemn expression. Spatial power circulated around him, but he could not get close to the golden pillar of light even a fraction of an inch.

He looked at Houtu, his voice low and deep: "What's going on? Seven thousand years hasn't even arrived yet? Has Yuanshi made his move?"

Houtu shook her head.

Her gaze remained fixed on the disappearing figure within the golden pillar of light.

"Not the origin."

Her voice was soft, yet it reached the ears of every ancestral witch clearly: "He... just went back..."