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

September 1st, departure day.

Within the Great Xia Dynasty, the high school playgrounds in major cities were already packed with people.

Parents, teachers, classmates, reporters... countless eyes were fixed on the cross-border teleportation stone standing quietly in the center of the playground, waiting for that exciting moment to arrive once a year.

This year, the most eye-catching event is undoubtedly the four new disciples that Mr. Meng Chuan has accepted.

Online discussions about them have already been rampant.

"Have you heard? Master Meng Chuan has taken on four more disciples this year! They're all first-year high school students! They're heading to the Primordial World today!"

"I know! A relative of mine has a child who attends one of the schools. Apparently, when Mr. Meng Chuan took the girl away, her family was stunned. Even though the family requested a long leave of absence for the girl and intentionally told the truth, the whole school was in an uproar!"

"Last year we recruited Yan Qing, but she never came back... This year we recruited four more. Mr. Meng Chuan is determined to explore the primordial world thoroughly!"

"I wonder if those four will come back alive... If they do, it'll be a meteoric rise to power!"

"I think it's unlikely... After all, even Yan Qing, Mr. Meng Chuan's personal disciple, couldn't come back. These four are just nominal disciples, so their preparations are definitely not as thorough as Yan Qing's, right?"

"You can't say that. Since Mr. Meng Chuan dared to send them in, he must have his own reasons. Look at his sister, Meng Xiaoyu, she came back alive, didn't she?"

"That's different! Meng Xiaoyu is Meng Chuan's own sister; he'll definitely do everything in his power to protect her. Can these four nominal disciples compare to a real sister?"

……

Similar debates can be found on various online platforms.

Some are optimistic, some are pessimistic, some are indifferent, and some are secretly praying—praying that these four girls can return safely and bring back more information about the prehistoric world to Earth.

But many more people are focused on a different issue—

"This year, besides Mr. Meng Chuan's four disciples, is there anyone else who dares to choose the Primordial Era?"

This issue has sparked heated discussions online.

"The year before last, seventeen people chose the 'Primordial Era,' but last year not a single one returned... Who dares to choose it this year?"

"Last year, twenty-four people chose the 'Primordial Chaos' option, and tomorrow probably not a single one of them will survive... Anyone who chooses it is courting death!"

"Yan Qing didn't even make it back... wouldn't it be suicide for the rest of us to go?"

"I know someone who originally planned to choose the Primordial Era this year, but after seeing that Yan Qing didn't come back last year, he immediately gave up the idea."

"That's normal. Even Mr. Meng Chuan's personal disciple perished there, who would dare to go?"

"Therefore, the only ones who will be selected for the Primordial Era this year are Mr. Meng Chuan's four disciples."

"I hope they can return safely in a year."

……

It was exactly 8:00 AM.

Teleportation, officially commencing!

On the playgrounds of major cities, teleportation beams lit up one after another, enveloping the young men and women who had chosen their respective target worlds and sending them to the myriad realms.

Yancheng No.1 Middle School.

On the playground, a girl in a white dress stood in the center of the interdimensional teleportation array.

Her name is Lin Wan'er, and she is one of the four disciples Meng Chuan accepted this year.

Her gaze was calm, her breathing steady, and there was no sign of tension.

The students and teachers around her looked at her with a complex mix of emotions—envy, worry, and curiosity.

"Lin Wan'er, are you really choosing the Primordial Era?"

The homeroom teacher stood at the edge of the formation and couldn't help but ask again.

Lin Wan'er nodded, her tone firm: "Yes."

The homeroom teacher opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, it turned into a sigh: "...Take care."

Lin Wan'er smiled slightly: "Thank you, teacher."

Then, she closed her eyes and began to silently repeat those four words in her mind—

Wild world.

Wild world.

Wild world.

……

She recited it over and over again, but the expected golden teleportation beam never appeared.

She opened her eyes and found herself still standing on the playground.

More than half of the students around were gone—those who had chosen other worlds had all successfully teleported away.

But she remained in the same place.

"Um?"

Lin Wan'er was stunned for a moment.

She looked down at the teleportation array beneath her feet, then looked up at the bright sun in the sky.

everything is normal!

But she wasn't teleported away...

"What happened?"

She frowned, closed her eyes again, and focused even more intently on meditating on the primordial world.

But no matter how hard she tried, the result was the same—

She was not teleported away.

……

at the same time.

Shanghai No.1 High School.

Zhao Lingxuan, one of Meng Chuan's four nominal disciples, also encountered the same situation.

She stood in the center of the teleportation array, meditating on the primordial world again and again, but the golden teleportation beam never descended.

Fewer and fewer classmates remained around her until finally, she was the only one left standing in the teleportation array on the entire playground.

"Zhao Lingxuan, why haven't you left yet?"

The principal, standing at a distance, couldn't help but ask.

Knowing that the other party was a disciple of Mr. Meng Chuan, he was quite polite in his tone.

Zhao Lingxuan opened her eyes, a hint of confusion on her face: "Principal... I meditated on the primordial world, but... I wasn't teleported away..."

"What?"

The principal was stunned.

The surrounding teachers were also stunned.

They weren't teleported away?

How is that possible?

"Try again."

The principal strode to the teleportation array, his tone tinged with anxiety.

Zhao Lingxuan nodded, closed her eyes again, and meditated on the primordial world.

But the result was still the same.

She stood still, motionless.

The principal's expression turned serious.

……

Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously on the high school playgrounds of two other cities.

Meng Chuan's four nominal disciples, without exception—

None of them were teleported away!

They stood in the center of the teleportation array, meditating on the primordial world, but the golden teleportation beam never descended.

It was as if the primordial world had closed its doors to them.

Meanwhile, outside the playgrounds of the four schools they attended, a group of people were also discussing the situation and posted it online, causing a huge uproar!

"Do you think... that Mr. Meng Chuan's four disciples secretly conspired to choose the Primordial World over meditation?"

"Aren't you being a bit conspiratorial? It can't be that serious, can it?"

"Why wouldn't it be that bad? What if they wanted to become Master Meng Chuan's disciples but didn't want to enter the Primordial World? It's quite normal for them to resort to such a desperate measure, isn't it?"

"I don't think they would dare to do that... Who can withstand Mr. Meng Chuan's wrath? Who dares to provoke him?"

"Exactly! Mr. Meng Chuan, do you think you're that easy to fool? You're thinking too simply! Don't forget, Mr. Meng Chuan is a Primordial Immortal Venerable, a man standing at the very top of the pyramid in the entire universe!"

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