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

Yuncheng No. 2 Middle School.

Inside and outside the playground, it felt as if time and space had been out of place.

The playground was surrounded by parents dressed in modern clothes.

In the center of the playground, more than 600 second-year high school students stood there, all dressed in ancient costumes—coarse cloth outfits, brocade martial arts uniforms, and Taoist robes and fairy skirts.

The swords and knives in their hands gleamed coldly; they were all sharpened and ruthless weapons—only because this was Blue Star Great Xia, if they were on Earth or in China, these would be absolutely controlled knives!

Everyone is waiting for that "teleportation" that will rewrite their fate.

"I chose the martial arts world... I hope I'm not unlucky enough to be randomly assigned a high-level martial arts character? Even if I get a low-level one, I hope I won't run into bandits or wild beasts as soon as I land, right?"

The speaker was a tall, thin boy named Xiao Yan.

He was wearing a distressed, coarse cloth outfit, and his palms were constantly wiping sweat from his trouser legs.

The family scrimped and saved for more than half a year to buy him this specially made longsword—military-grade quality, which would be considered a divine weapon even in the world of martial arts.

He touched the cold hilt of the knife again, trying to calm himself down.

"What are you thinking about!"

Luo Feng, a burly man who was on good terms with Xiao Yan, slapped him on the back.

Luo Feng's brocade martial arts uniform gleamed in the sunlight, and two striking gemstones were embedded in the scabbard at his waist.

"If we really run into each other, is that knife in your hand just for show?"

Luo Feng's family has practiced martial arts for generations, and although their fortunes have declined, their skills remain.

He stared at the three-meter-tall, slightly glowing crystal in the center of the playground, his eyes gleaming: "I really hope I can go to the High Martial Arts Academy... I've heard that's the real martial arts world there, with powerful figures who can ride the wind and legends of shattering the void. If I could join a prestigious sect, learn my skills, and return..."

"Come on!" Xiao Yan interrupted in a low voice, "The mortality rate in a high-martial arts world exceeds 10%. Do you think your mother would agree to that?"

"Of course she wouldn't agree," Luo Feng snorted. "But my dad said it's normal to practice martial arts and fight with others. If you're afraid of dying, you might as well go back to your hometown and farm. Besides, when you choose a martial arts world, low-level or high-level martial arts is random. If you really end up in a high-level martial arts world, her objections won't matter."

The atmosphere was completely different under the shade of the trees not far away.

Several students dressed in Taoist robes or fairy skirts stood there, their weapons glowing faintly, clearly not ordinary objects.

Chen Beixuan, with a string of jade beads around his wrist, had delicate features and a clear voice: "My grandfather said that my Chen family had a Golden Core cultivator in our ancestors."

He lightly flicked the nine jade beads engraved with runes on his wrist. "Although my family has declined, as long as I gain something in the world of immortals and heroes, I might be able to condense my golden core and return to revive the family's glory!"

Someone whispered to Bei Xuan, "Bei Xuan, would you rather go to the world of low-level immortals or high-level immortals?"

"Whether it's a low-level immortal or a high-level immortal, it's still a path that goes further than martial arts."

Chen Beixuan's gaze swept over the excited and bewildered faces on the playground, a faint hint of arrogance in his eyes. "My Chen family's ancestral cultivation technique, the 'Eternal Spring Manual,' is extraordinary. With my talent, if I were to enter the world of high-level immortals, I would surely achieve Foundation Establishment within five years!"

"But the mortality rate in the world of immortals..."

"Cultivating immortality is inherently defying the heavens," Chen Beixuan withdrew his gaze, "If you're afraid of death, don't choose this path!"

The playground was filled with the sounds of parents' admonitions and suppressed sobs.

The sidelines were packed with people. Some were praying with their hands clasped together, some had red eyes but were holding back tears, and some were watching silently, as if trying to etch the child's image into their hearts.

The child was gone for a whole year!

If they are still alive a year later, they will be forcibly teleported back...

If one dies far from home, then heaven and earth will be forever separated!

A boy dressed in a gray cloth jacket and with a specially made short knife at his waist stood in the same classroom area as Xiao Yan, Luo Feng, and Chen Beixuan, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

He felt a little dizzy.

crossed?

My last memory is of betting with a friend to memorize the entire "Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique"... followed by the blinding headlights of a Toyota Land Cruiser on my way home and the screech of its brakes!

In excruciating pain, his body flew through the air and crashed heavily to the ground, and then—

We've arrived here.

Ancient costumes, swords, glowing stones, and unfamiliar patterns shimmering on the ground.

Is this role-playing? Or a live-action game?

He looked down at himself—coarse cloth clothes, a tattered belt, and a heavy, sharpened short knife.

He raised his hand and touched his face. His skin was firm and smooth, and he looked no older than twenty—this was not his body, which was nearly thirty years old and exhausted from years of staying up late!

"Meng Chuan! What are you daydreaming about?"

A clear female voice pulled him back to reality.

A pretty girl with a high ponytail, dressed in a light green outfit, looked at him, her brows furrowing slightly. "Why is your face so pale? Are you nervous? Don't be too nervous. Once you're randomly transported to a low-level martial arts world, it's actually quite safe. The mortality rate is less than three percent!"

Wait, she called him Meng Chuan?

The original owner of this body... was also named Meng Chuan?

Another memory suddenly flooded in:

Blue Star, a world similar to Earth yet different from it.

Here you'll find cars, skyscrapers, internet, and cell phones, and even things that don't exist on Earth—interdimensional travel!

Every human born on Earth who is 16 years of age or older but under 17 years of age has one opportunity to physically travel to another world.

The school activates the "teleportation stone," and students stand in the magic circle and silently recite or meditate on a martial arts world, a fantasy world, or a prehistoric world. They will then be teleported to the corresponding colored pillar of light.

Arriving in another world, my body is frozen in time.

One year later in Earth's timeline, no matter how much time has passed in the other world, as long as you are alive, you will be forcibly teleported back.

He returned looking exactly the same – truly a case of "having been away for half his life, he returned still a youth!"

Everything gained in the other world—cultivation, knowledge, and portable items—can be brought back to Earth.

This is a high-stakes gamble to defy fate!

In the world of martial arts: one year on Earth is equivalent to several decades in another world.

Low-level martial arts, the teleportation beam is white, the innate peak is already present, the duration is relatively short, and the mortality rate is less than 3%;

High-level martial arts, green color, can be cultivated to the level of Grandmaster and Breaking the Void, takes a long time, and has a mortality rate of over 10%.

The world of immortals and heroes: one year on Earth is equivalent to several decades to over a hundred years in another world.

Low-level Immortals, Blue Light, with Golden Core and Nascent Soul as the highest levels, have a relatively short duration and a mortality rate exceeding 20%.

High-ranking immortals, radiating purple light, can cultivate to the Mahayana stage, transcend tribulations, and even ascend to immortality. This process takes a long time and has a mortality rate exceeding 30%.

In the primordial world, the teleportation beams are golden!

The flow of time is unknown, because in the history of Earth, no one who has been taken away by the golden teleportation beam has ever returned.

The mortality rate is 100%!

For this reason, the primordial world was also called the "Golden Wasteland" or the "World of Death" by the Blue Star people.

The original owner of the body, Meng Chuan, had ordinary parents who ran a small convenience store in the old town, and he also had a younger sister.

He comes from an ordinary family and has no family tradition of martial arts or cultivation background.

The original plan was to choose the world of martial arts—if I could enter a safe low-level martial arts world, achieve some success, return home, get into a martial arts university, find a decent job after graduation, and supplement my family's income, I would be content.

"Meng Chuan! Still daydreaming? The principal is about to speak!"

The girl tugged at his sleeve and gestured towards the podium.

Meng Chuan looked up and saw a sprightly old man standing in front of the microphone, clearing his throat.

"Students!"

The principal's voice, broadcast through the loudspeaker, momentarily silencing the noise on the playground: "Today is September 1st, the first day of school for our second-year high school students, and also the day of our journey to another world."

"What lies before you is an opportunity to rewrite your life, and also a test of your will to live or die."

"Eight hundred years ago, when the interdimensional teleportation stone fell from the sky onto Earth, humanity opened the gate to all the worlds."

"Over the past eight hundred years, some have brought back unparalleled martial arts techniques from the world of martial arts, establishing their own sects; some have sought immortality in the world of immortals, founding prestigious families; and some... have remained there forever!"

"Your choices are your own decision; you will bear the consequences yourself."

"All the school can do is activate the teleportation stone to send you on your way. A year later, we will pave the most suitable path for you based on what you bring back."

"Now, all students, please enter the teleportation array area. Close your eyes, meditate, and silently say the world you want to go to—a martial arts world or a fantasy world."

"Remember! Absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely! Do not choose the prehistoric world! It's a dead end where no one has ever survived!"