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

Meng Chuan also felt that oppressive aura.

It was a power that reached deep into his soul, as if an invisible hand had reached into his consciousness, trying to search through his memories and uncover his weaknesses.

He closed his eyes and let his mind sink into the world within his body.

Within his inner world, the power of the six laws intertwined and flowed, forming a perfect closed loop that firmly protected his soul.

The external pressure dissipated the moment it came into contact with the closed loop.

Meng Chuan's expression remained unchanged; he didn't even frown.

His will had been tempered countless times since the primordial world—

How many life-and-death trials did he go through to cultivate from a lowly immortal to a Grand Luo Golden Immortal?

After being transported from the primordial world to the divine realm, how many hardships did they endure?

He deciphered the seventy-seventh stele in the Forest of Ten Thousand Laws, and spent over nine thousand years in seclusion in the Myriad Laws Secret Realm, fusing six laws together...

These experiences have already forged his will into an unyielding rock!

Mere intimidation was not enough to shake him.

Time passed by, second by second.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

People keep falling, people keep being eliminated.

Those who fell were either not strong enough in their will, or had a guilty conscience, or were too troubled by their inner demons.

After they are eliminated, they will be gently pushed out of the area covered by the oppressive force, and then leave with a face full of shame.

Some people were unwilling to leave and wanted to try again, but they were blocked by an invisible barrier and could not get close at all.

By the fifth hour, fewer than eight hundred people remained standing on the field.

By the eighth hour, there were still more than five hundred people left.

By the twelfth hour, there were still more than three hundred people left.

By the sixteenth hour, there were still more than one hundred people left.

By the twentieth hour, there were less than fifty people left.

And at the twenty-fourth hour—

Only twenty-seven people are still standing on the field!

The test of willpower lasted a full day and night, eliminating more than 1,100 people!

Meng Chuan was naturally one of those twenty-seven people.

He stood there calmly, his breathing perfectly steady.

He noticed that the four figures he had previously observed—the white-clad swordsman, the burly man, the woman in black, and the thin old man—were also standing firmly in place, clearly having passed the test.

In addition, there were more than twenty other people, all of whom were calm and composed, clearly possessing remarkable willpower.

Elder Qin Yue's gaze swept over the remaining twenty-seven people, and he nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"good."

He said calmly, "Your willpower has reached the entry standard of my Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land, which is able to withstand my 'Inquiry of the Heart' for a day and a night."

"Next comes the second round—the real-world test."

He paused, then continued:

"The rules are simple."

"You twenty-seven people will be randomly divided into several groups for one-on-one battles."

"The winners advance, the losers are eliminated."

Ultimately, the top ten will advance to the third round.

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his whisk once more.

A surge of spatial power enveloped the twenty-seven people.

The next moment, Meng Chuan felt a blur before his eyes, and the scenery around him had undergone a complete transformation.

He found himself standing on a huge arena.

The arena was paved with black stone, spanning a thousand feet in circumference, and was surrounded by a transparent barrier, clearly to prevent the aftershocks of the battle from leaking out.

Opposite him stood a thin, gloomy-looking young man.

The young man held a curved knife, the blade of which gleamed with a faint green light, clearly indicating that it was coated with a potent poison.

He looked at Meng Chuan, a cold smile playing on his lips:

"Kid, you're unlucky to have run into me."

"Remember my name—Poison Blade, Zhao Li!"

"Remember to avoid me in your next life!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot!

The next moment, a dark green blade of light appeared right in front of Meng Chuan's throat!

fast!

quasi!

ruthless!

This strike was clearly a honed killing technique, executed without any unnecessary movements, aimed straight for the vital points!

However, Meng Chuan's expression did not change at all.

He didn't even flinch.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, extending two fingers—

With a gentle pinch!

bite--!!!

The poisoned scimitar was firmly held between his two fingers, remaining completely still!

Zhao Li's cold smile froze instantly!

He tried to pull the knife out, but found that it was as if it were clamped by iron clamps and he couldn't pull it out at all!

"How is that possible?!"

His pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart!

He tried to abandon his knife and retreat, but it was too late!

Meng Chuan twisted his finger slightly—

Click!

The curved sword snapped in two with a snap!

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chuan flicked his finger, and the broken half of the sword turned into a streak of light and flew out. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Li had become a corpse.

Meng Chuan had no reason to let go of someone who harbored murderous intent towards him.

He remained calm, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

Then, he withdrew his fingers, stood with his hands behind his back, and waited for his next opponent.

Below the arena, the eliminated spectators stared wide-eyed at Meng Chuan on the stage, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Two fingers... snapped a supreme innate treasure in two?!"

"Who is this guy? His physical strength is terrifying!"

For a moment, everyone looked at Meng Chuan with a hint of awe.

In the following rounds, Meng Chuan continued to perform with ease.

The opponent in the second round was a burly man who cultivated the laws of fire, and his Fiery Palm Technique was incredibly powerful.

Meng Chuan did not confront him head-on. Instead, he used the laws of space and time to easily dodge all of his opponent's attacks. Then, taking advantage of his opponent's exhaustion, he punched him off the stage.

My opponent in the third round is a woman who practices illusion magic and is good at creating illusions to confuse her opponents.

Meng Chuan didn't even give her a chance to use illusion magic—he used the law of cause and effect to anticipate her attack intentions and appeared behind her the instant before she made her move, gently patting her shoulder and sending her off the stage.

Meng Chuan won all three rounds of battles, easily advancing to the top ten.

The four people he had noticed earlier—the white-robed swordsman, the burly man, the woman in black, and the thin old man—all successfully advanced.

In addition, five other people also demonstrated remarkable strength and successfully made it into the top ten.

This concludes the second round of practical testing.

Of the 27 people, 17 were eliminated, leaving 10.

Elder Qin Yue looked at the ten people on the stage, a hint of approval in his eyes.

"good."

He nodded. "The fact that you ten of you were able to stand out from more than 1,200 people proves your strength."

"But that's not enough."

"What the Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land wants is not only disciples with strong strength, but also disciples with potential and comprehension."

"The third round—the test of comprehension—will be the key to determining whether you can ultimately enter my Lonely Goose Holy Land."

He paused, then gently flicked the whisk in his hand.

Ten streams of light fell into the hands of ten different people.

It was a jade slip.

Elder Qin Yue's voice rang in everyone's ears:

"This jade slip contains a fragment of a sword technique."

"I'll give you three days to ponder this."

"Three days later, those who can perform this sword technique will be allowed to enter my Lonely Goose Holy Land."

"Those who cannot unleash their full potential—"

"Go back to where you came from!"