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

Meng Chuan was still immersed in the profound realization of the unity of heaven, earth, and humanity. The faint light in his palm had not completely dissipated, and Hou Tu's figure was still faintly visible at the cave entrance.

The next instant, everything spun around, as if the whole world had been suddenly turned upside down.

There was no sound, no warning, not even a trace of spatial fluctuation.

He just vanished into thin air.

When Meng Chuan came to his senses, he was already standing on unfamiliar land.

The ground beneath my feet was soft soil, the air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, and above me was a clear blue sky with a few white clouds drifting by.

The sunlight gently shone on me, bringing a touch of warmth.

Everything felt so real.

It was so real that he was momentarily dazed.

"What's going on?"

Meng Chuan subconsciously mobilized the magical power within his body, but suddenly discovered—

Empty. His dantian was completely empty, and his sea of ​​consciousness was utterly silent. The once vast and profound magical power and the boundless and powerful divine soul power had all vanished without a trace.

He stood in a strange wilderness, just like an ordinary person who had never cultivated himself.

Meng Chuan was stunned for a long time.

He looked down at his hands—fair skin, distinct knuckles—it was indeed his own body.

He touched his face again, but his facial features remained unchanged.

The person is the same, but their cultivation is gone!

"interesting."

Instead of panicking, Meng Chuan revealed a playful smile.

He recalled his experience in the first primordial world—after he shattered that world, he appeared in the second primordial world.

In the second primordial world, he seized the Heavenly Dao authority from Hongjun and also mastered the Earthly Dao and the Human Dao. Before he could fully savor the enlightenment of the unity of the three Daos, he was sent here.

"A test?"

Meng Chuan muttered to himself. He remembered that he had initially entered that primordial world through the mysterious array in the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws.

The array was set up with extremely sophisticated techniques, far surpassing any array he had ever seen. It was very likely left behind by the most powerful being in the Divine Realm—a Supreme Saint.

He shattered the first world and was thus transported to the second world.

In the second world, he chose to take control, and after wielding complete authority over the Great Dao, he was sent to the third world.

It's like being teleported to the next level after each successful completion of a level.

But this time, it seems his cultivation has been sealed?

"Does this mean I have to start all over again?"

Meng Chuan stretched his limbs, feeling the power of this mortal body—

Weak, so weak!

However, he was not discouraged.

On the contrary, he found the matter increasingly interesting.

He took a few steps forward, and not far ahead lay a clear lake, its surface like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and also his face. It was indeed his face, no doubt about it.

Meng Chuan squatted down, scooped up a handful of lake water, and washed his face. The cool touch made him even more certain—

The world is real, at least as far as he currently perceives it.

"The spiritual energy isn't particularly thin, but compared to the primordial world, it's practically a barren land."

Meng Chuan sensed the concentration of spiritual energy in the world and made a judgment.

Such a concentration of spiritual energy is more than enough to support a cultivation civilization.

According to his estimation, the highest realm that this world can support cultivation to reach is probably around the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, and it is very difficult to go any higher.

"Let's find a place to stay first."

Meng Chuan looked around, chose a direction, and started walking.

Although his current body is only that of a mortal, his experience, his knowledge, and his understanding of the Dao are still there.

Given time and resources, it's only a matter of time before he can regain his skills.

He found a secluded valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on the other, where the spiritual energy was slightly richer than elsewhere. Using the most primitive methods—digging with his hands and smashing with stones—he carved a simple cave into the mountainside, and then made a crude door out of branches and vines.

"I haven't done this kind of physical work in years."

Meng Chuan patted the dirt off his hands, looked at his "masterpiece," and was somewhat amused and exasperated.

After settling in, he began to try his hand at cultivation.

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique—this was the earliest technique he practiced, and also the one he was most familiar with.

He sat cross-legged with his palms facing upwards and began to draw qi into his body according to the incantation of the first cycle of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique.

The spiritual energy seeped into his meridians in wisps and strands, flowing slowly along specific routes.

That long-lost feeling of starting from scratch in his training gave him a wonderful feeling.

Cultivation knows no time...

Meng Chuan forgot about time and everything else, immersing himself entirely in cultivation.

When hungry, they eat wild fruits from the valley; when thirsty, they drink spring water from the mountain stream; when tired, they fall asleep; and when they wake up, they continue their cultivation.

He didn't know how much time had passed. It could have been months, years, or even decades...

Finally, the first stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique has been completed!

Boom—!

A faint but pure magical power condensed in his dantian, and his physical body was strengthened several times over at the moment of success, and his five senses became much more acute.

Earth Immortal!

Although it was only the starting point of a fairyland, for someone who was still a mortal not long ago, it was already a qualitative leap.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

The turbid air condensed in the air and did not dissipate, like a sharp arrow, flying several feet away before slowly dissipating.

"The Earth Immortal realm... finally, I have some ability to protect myself."

Meng Chuan stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, which cracked and popped, feeling quite comfortable.

He stepped out of the cave, where the sun was shining brightly.

The vegetation in the valley remained lush and green, showing no signs of the changing seasons, and I had no idea how long I had been in seclusion. "It's time to go out and take a look."

Meng Chuan released his divine sense—the divine sense of a terrestrial immortal has a limited range, but it is sufficient for understanding the surrounding environment.

The divine thought spread out in all directions like invisible ripples.

Then, he froze.

In his divine perception, there was a mountain peak about fifty miles away.

Above the mountain gate, several large characters were clearly engraved—

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

Beyond that mountain gate, deeper still, lies a cave dwelling, above which are carved five more characters—

Oblique Moon Samsung Cave.

Meng Chuan's mind went blank for a moment.

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain? Xieyue Sanxing Cave?

Isn't that the Bodhi Patriarch's sacred site in "Journey to the West"?

He subconsciously extended his divine sense further, probing towards the mountain gate.

Then, he "saw" a monkey.

It was a stone monkey with golden-brown fur, a lithe body, and bright, piercing eyes.

At this moment, it is standing in front of the mountain gate, scratching its ears and cheeks, looking around, looking both excited and apprehensive.

It straightened the leaves on its body, which were the makeshift "clothes" it had pieced together.

Then, it took a deep breath and strode towards the mountain gate.

Meng Chuan withdrew his divine sense and stood there, looking dazed.

"Lingtai Fangcun Mountain... Xieyue Sanxing Cave... Stone Monkey Becomes a Master..."

He muttered these keywords under his breath, his expression becoming quite subtle.

"Has this entered the Journey to the West era?" "Is that stone monkey Sun Wukong?"

"Has it just found the Bodhi Patriarch's sacred site and is preparing to become his disciple?"

Meng Chuan rubbed his temples, feeling that he needed some time to process this information.

The first world was a parallel primordial world during the Investiture of the Gods period, and he shattered that world.

The second world is a parallel primordial world during the Lich Age, where he seized complete control of the Great Dao.

The third world—is it actually the world of Journey to the West?

Moreover, he became a mortal cultivator starting from scratch.

"What kind of test did that supreme saint leave behind? Is this the final challenge?"

Meng Chuan gazed in the direction of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.