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

Su Yurou sat on a worn-out bed like an ordinary person, wearing a faded nightgown.

Or rather, she has always been an ordinary person, and has never changed.

"No...it's impossible..."

Her voice was trembling.

She frantically circulated her cultivation technique, trying to mobilize the magical power within her body—but nothing happened.

She threw back the covers, jumped out of bed barefoot, and paced back and forth in the room, constantly pinching her arm—

pain!

It hurts!

But the pain only made her more terrified!

Because if this were reality, it would mean...

"Was that...a dream?"

Her voice trembled with an unbelievable intensity.

"How is this possible? How can a dream be so real? I've pinched myself more than once, and it hurts..."

She recalled her 20,000 years of cultivation in the primordial world, the care of Houtu, the concern of the Ancestral Witches, the joy of breaking through to the peak of Quasi-Saint, and the sense of power she felt when holding the Pangu Banner—

Those memories, every single detail is terrifyingly clear!

She remembered Houtu's tone of voice, the radiance of the twelve-petaled golden lotus in full bloom, and the thunderous roar of the Pangu Banner unfurling—

How could those memories be a dream?

"No...no way! This must be a dream! This must be a dream!"

She started pinching herself frantically.

Arms, thighs, cheeks—she used all her strength, her nails digging into her flesh, leaving streaks of blood.

The pain surged like a tidal wave, assaulting her nerves in waves.

But after each bout of pain, she still stood in the small room in her uncle's house that used to be used to store miscellaneous items, still an ordinary person without any cultivation.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Her voice grew softer and weaker.

She leaned against the wall, slowly slid down to the ground, hugged her knees, and buried her face between them.

Her body was trembling.

It wasn't because of the cold, but because of fear.

She suddenly remembered Meng Chuan's last words—

"Su Yurou, congratulations... you've been eliminated."

disuse?

Eliminated?

She suddenly raised her head, a flash of understanding in her eyes.

So, it turns out that all of that was a "test" set up by Meng Chuan?

As for the purpose, it's not hard for her to guess now: to select someone who can enter the prehistoric world and bring back someone with amazing cultivation!

From the moment she first "dreamed" of Meng Xiaoyu coming to find her, to her entry into the primordial world, meeting Houtu, calling out "Master's Wife," gaining power, returning to Blue Star, killing her family, and confronting Meng Chuan—

Was everything just a test?

"No...no—!!"

She let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching her hair tightly with both hands, curling herself into a ball.

She recalled what she had done in her dream—

She killed her own parents.

She killed her uncle's family of three.

She spoke rudely to her teacher, Meng Chuan, addressing him as "fellow Daoist."

She attempted to embezzle the treasures that Houtu had given to Mengchuan.

She even wanted to fight Meng Chuan!

And all of this was just a test? Meng Chuan saw it all?

"What...what have I done...?"

Her voice trembled with despair.

She finally understood.

That dream wasn't an opportunity at all, but a "demon-revealing mirror"!

It revealed the truest and ugliest side of her heart!

She thought she was smart enough, and that all her choices were the optimal solutions—

But in reality, she was wrong from the very beginning!

Absolutely wrong!

"Why...why did this happen..."

She collapsed to the ground, tears streaming silently down her face.

She recalled the coldness with which she killed her loved ones in her dream, the arrogance with which she spoke to Meng Chuan, and the greed with which she wanted to keep the treasure for herself—

Those were her true thoughts!

Without this ordeal, she would never have known that such an ugly soul was hidden deep within her heart!

"I...I have let down Sister Xiaoyu's trust..."

She finally remembered the girl who had always been kind to her.

Meng Xiaoyu, her senior.

When Meng Chuan needed someone to enter the Primordial Wilderness, Meng Xiaoyu was the first person he thought of.

It was Meng Xiaoyu who strongly recommended her to Meng Chuan, which gave her this opportunity.

And what about her?

After gaining power in her dream, her first thought was not to repay Meng Xiaoyu, but that she "would never have to be at anyone's mercy again."

She even thought that once she was strong enough, she wouldn't need to care about Meng Xiaoyu.

"I...I'm such an idiot..."

She raised her hand and slapped herself hard.

The crisp sound echoed in the room.

But she couldn't feel any pain.

Because the pain in one's heart is a thousand times more intense than the pain on one's face.

What did she lose?

What she lost was more than just a chance to enter the primordial world.

What she lost was Meng Xiaoyu's trust in her.

What she lost was Meng Chuan's approval.

What she lost was her only chance to change her fate.

And all of these were destroyed by her own hands!

"Waaaaah..."

She lay on the cold floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

The crying echoed in the empty room, like the howling of a wounded beast.

No one came to comfort her.

Just like every moment of despair she experienced from childhood to adulthood.

She was all alone.

Alone, I endured all of this.

While Su Yurou was immersed in despair and regret.

On the other side of Yuncheng, where the Meng family manor is located—

While eliminating Su Yurou, Meng Chuan was also watching the performance of the other ninety-nine first-year high school girls he had personally selected in the "dream assessment" constructed from the fragments of the Chaos Pearl.

The dream experiences of the ninety-nine girls were roughly the same as those of Su Yurou.

The only difference is that they didn't have Meng Xiaoyu's guidance; instead, he directly guided them through telepathy, accepted them as his personal disciples, and sent them into the prehistoric world.

In the primordial world, their experiences were almost identical to Su Yurou's:

He met Houtu, was cared for by her, witnessed her becoming a saint, cultivated in the Earthly Dao of Merit, and finally returned with the cultivation of a quasi-saint at the peak...

However, their choices after their return differed:

Some people, after gaining power, immediately returned home, hugged their parents and wept bitterly, saying that they would never have to worry about them again.

Some people, after gaining power, found their best friend and shared some of the resources bestowed upon them by Houtu, saying, "Let's become stronger together."

Some people, after gaining power, choose to keep a low profile and continue living ordinary lives, as if nothing had ever happened.

Some people, after gaining power, become arrogant, thinking they are superior to others and bossing those around them around.

These people all had something to give to Houtu, but some of them had to give something back while others did not.

There were also some people who went even further than Su Yurou—they not only wanted to keep the treasure for themselves, but they even took the initiative to attack Meng Chuan, wanting to completely eliminate the "future troubles"!

To these people, Meng Chuan can only say that human nature cannot withstand the test!

What he was most dissatisfied with was "Su Yurou".

It wasn't because her choice was worse than others—in fact, seven or eight of those ninety-nine people behaved even worse than Su Yurou!

His biggest dissatisfaction stemmed from the fact that Su Yurou wasn't one of the candidates he had selected...

She was recommended by her younger sister, Meng Xiaoyu!

It was his sister who recommended the candidate to him out of trust and goodwill.

Su Yurou undoubtedly betrayed this trust!