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

"When you meditate on a martial arts world, a teleportation beam of the corresponding color will descend. Whether it's low-level or high-level martial arts, it all depends on luck!"

"The same applies to the world of immortals and heroes; low-level immortals and high-level immortals are randomly assigned!"

"On behalf of the school, I wish all students a safe and successful journey to the next world... May your martial arts prowess be abundant and your path unobstructed!"

As the principal finished speaking, the crystal in the center of the playground emitted a deep humming sound.

Streams of light shot out from the bottom of the stone, spreading along the patterns on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a huge light array that covered most of the playground.

Meng Chuan followed the crowd into the formation.

The students around me had already closed their eyes one after another, their expressions varied—nervous, expectant, devout, while others were pale and their eyelashes trembled slightly.

He closed his eyes as well.

What to choose?

According to the original owner's plan, the martial arts world was the safest option.

With low-level weapons having a mortality rate of less than 3%, even if you're unlucky and randomly get a high-level weapon with a mortality rate of over 10%, if you're careful, you can always come back alive.

but……

Those ancient fantasy novels that I stayed up all night to read while I was on Earth, those magnificent and captivating myths and legends—

Pangu who created the world, Rahu who fought against the Dao and the demons, Hongjun who preached at Zixiao Palace, the Three Pure Ones who established their religions and became saints, Houtu who transformed into a being in the cycle of reincarnation...

Are you really not going to go and see for yourself?

The key is……

Why the primordial era in particular?

Why is its name completely consistent with ancient mythology on Earth?

Why did he happen to memorize the top-tier method for achieving sainthood, the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, which allows for the simultaneous cultivation of primordial spirit and physical body, half an hour before he transmigrated?

A crazy thought, like a vine, sprouted from the deepest part of his heart and tightly bound all his reason!

He recalled how he had inexplicably transmigrated to this place, how today was the day of his departure, and the vast amount of information in his mind that could be described as an "Encyclopedia of the Primordial World"...

Blue Star's understanding of the primordial world was limited to: death, desolation, and no return!

There is no information about the "primordial era" circulating in this world.

Is it a coincidence?

Or... is it fate?!

"Initiating teleportation!"

The principal's loud shout was like a thunderclap!

The crystal then burst forth with a blinding light!

Beams of teleportation light poured down from the sky, precisely covering each and every student!

White, green, blue, purple...

The beams of light lit up one after another, illuminating more than six hundred completely different faces.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with relief as the white light fell.

Some people were enveloped in green light and clenched their fists in excitement.

Someone stood solemnly in the blue light.

Some people stood upright in the purple light.

A white light shone around Xiao Yan—Low-level martial arts world!

He was stunned for a moment after getting his wish, then smiled and nodded vigorously to his parents who were waving from the sidelines.

Luo Feng was swallowed by green light – High Martial World!

He grinned and gave Chen Beixuan a thumbs-up, his figure fading into the light.

Chen Beixuan was enveloped in purple light—the world of high immortals!

His expression was calm, his hands formed a mudra, and a faint blue aura emanated from his body, indicating that his family's inherited martial arts technique was already in operation.

One by one, the figures disappeared into the pillar of light, as if they had never existed.

Soon, very few students remained on the playground.

The remaining few people, including Meng Chuan, instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.

Meng Chuan kept his eyes closed, but he had already made up his mind:

He doesn't write martial arts novels, nor does he write fantasy novels...

He's going to the primordial world!

That desolate wasteland on Earth where no one survived, that mythical place that only exists on Earth, that place... only he understood what it meant!

"The primordial world... the primordial world..."

He kept repeating it to himself, meditating in his mind simultaneously.

The next moment, a vast, ancient, and indescribable power descended from the sky, completely enveloping him!

This force was magnificent and awe-inspiring, like a starry sky collapsing down.

He opened his eyes—

It's golden light!

A pure, scorching golden beam of light, seemingly capable of burning away one's soul, crashed straight down from the heavens, engulfing him entirely!

The golden light was so dazzling that it illuminated the entire playground, the whole school, and the entire street in an instant.

"What...what is that?!"

"Gold...golden?!"

"Impossible! How could it be gold?!"

"The Primordial World! Someone has chosen the Primordial World!!"

"Who?! Are they crazy?!"

Screams, screams, and cries of disbelief erupted like a tidal wave at that moment.

On the sidelines, Meng Chuan's mother, Wang Xiulan, saw the dazzling golden light descend from the sky and envelop her son. Her face turned deathly pale, her body swayed, and she collapsed softly.

The father, Meng Shanhe, hurriedly helped his wife up and looked at his son's blurry figure in the golden light. Tears streamed down his face, which was etched with wrinkles by the years.

The microphone in the principal's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

His eyes widened suddenly, his lips trembled, and his throat felt like it was being choked, unable to utter a sound.

Under the golden light, Meng Chuan felt as if his body was being disassembled and reassembled, and his consciousness passed through layer after layer of indescribable barriers.

In the last instant before he disappeared completely, he turned his head and looked towards the sidelines.

He saw his mother, who had fainted, his father, who was in tears, and a girl beside them who was covering her mouth tightly and whose face was covered with tears.

The original owner's younger sister, Meng Xiaoyu.

"I'm sorry," he moved his lips, his voice so low only he could hear, "but... I have to go!"

This is a once-in-a-lifetime journey to another world. Since he has the destiny to travel here, how could he not choose the primordial world?

Go forth and you will either become an immortal and return in glory, or your remains will be lost forever and buried in the primordial wilderness!

Golden light shot into the sky, disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

A brief, deathly silence fell over the playground; you could hear a pin drop.

Seconds later, an uproar erupted!

"Someone actually chose the 'Primordial Era'?!"

"For decades... no one in Cloud City has chosen this world of death!"

"Who's that? It looks like... Meng Chuan from Class 7 of the second year of high school? His family seems to be of modest means; they just run a small convenience store in the old town?"

"Is he crazy?! Doesn't he know he might not come back?!"

"Oh no... what about his parents...?"

"This child... is so selfish..."

That evening, the Yuncheng local news channel interrupted its broadcast with an emergency message:

"This morning, a shocking event occurred at the commencement ceremony for the second year of high school at Yuncheng No. 2 Middle School: a second-year high school student chose to enter a primordial world where there is no chance of survival. This is the first such case in our city in nearly thirty years."

"We solemnly remind you once again that the prehistoric world is fraught with unknown dangers; none who have ventured into it have ever survived. We urge young people to make rational choices and cherish their lives..."

The news footage showed Meng Chuan's parents embracing and crying in a hospital corridor, their faces blurred, his younger sister Meng Xiaoyu sitting beside them with her head bowed, and school leaders with somber expressions.

This incident once topped the local trending search list and even entered the top ten trending searches nationwide!

In the comments section, some mocked Meng Chuan for being clueless and courting death; others pitied his family and condemned him for being too selfish...