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

three days later.

Meng Chuan continued his journey through the desolate Gobi Desert.

The surrounding environment remains unchanged.

A dark purple sky, a silver moon, gray sand, and deathly still air.

It seems like there's no end in sight.

Just as he was wondering if he was lost, a huge figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a creature I had never seen before.

Its body is like a small mountain, covered with dark blue scales, with thick limbs, a long tail, and a head that looks a bit like a lizard, but with a spiral horn on its forehead.

Its aura is powerful and profound.

Meng Chuan's eyes lit up!

A being at the level of a Great Dao Saint!

This is the first life he has encountered since he came into this world!

He quickly sped up and flew towards the creature.

However, when the creature saw him flying towards it, it seemed as if it had seen a ghost. A look of panic flashed in its eyes, and then it turned and ran away!

It was incredibly fast, its four hooves treading on the void, each step covering an exaggerated distance, instantly reaching a distant place.

Meng Chuan was stunned for a moment.

Do I look like a bad guy?

He muttered something to himself, then mustered all his strength and gave chase.

Although his divine sense and power were suppressed by this world, his speed still far exceeded that of the creature thanks to the Law of Force.

He quickly caught up with it and stood in front of it.

When the creature saw him blocking its way, a look of fear flashed in its eyes. It opened its blood-red maw and spat out a compass-shaped object.

This thing exuded the aura of a Great Dao Emperor Weapon, that is, a Primordial Innate Treasure. It hovered in front of it, emitting a pale blue light, and instantly formed a defensive shield that enveloped it.

Meng Chuan was both amused and exasperated by the other party's tense demeanor.

He quickly spoke, trying to express his goodwill: "Sir, I mean no harm! I'm new here, and you're the first... um... life I've ever seen. I just want to ask you a few questions."

However, the other party clearly couldn't understand what he was saying.

It tilted its head, a hint of confusion flashing in its eyes, as if trying to understand what he meant.

Meng Chuan also realized the problem—the language barrier.

He thought for a moment and tried to release a trace of benevolent divine thought.

The creature sensed his spiritual fluctuations, and the wariness in its eyes lessened slightly.

It hesitated for a moment, then released a wave of divine sense, which touched Meng Chuan's divine sense.

Although they cannot communicate in the same language, they can still convey some simple emotions and intentions through spiritual communication.

Thus, the two began their difficult communication through telepathy and gestures.

Meng Chuan pointed to himself, then to his surroundings, spread his hands, and made a questioning expression.

The creature seemed to understand his meaning, pointed to itself, then to the sky, and made a "circle" gesture.

After a difficult exchange, Meng Chuan finally learned the common language of this world from the other party.

It is a language with complex syllables and complicated grammar, but for someone of his level, learning a new language is not a difficult task.

Soon, he was able to use this language to communicate in a basic way with the creatures in front of him.

"What's your name?" Meng Chuan asked.

The creature let out a few low growls, then said in Common, "You can call me 'Cang'."

"Cang?" Meng Chuan nodded. "My name is Meng Chuan."

"Meng Chuan..." Cang repeated his name, then asked, "Are you new here?"

Meng Chuan nodded: "Yes. I've only been here a short time and know nothing about this place. May I ask, what is this place?"

Cang remained silent for a moment before uttering four words: "Prison of Myriad Realms!"

Meng Chuan was stunned. "The Prison of Myriad Realms?"

He repeated the name, his brow furrowed. "Why is this place called the Prison of Myriad Realms?"

Cang gave a bitter laugh, a hint of bitterness flashing in his eyes: "Because this is where the complete Great Daos of the myriad worlds imprison those of us whose cultivation has reached its peak."

"Therefore, those exiled to this place call it—the Prison of Myriad Realms!"

"Once you come here, there's no going back to your original world."

"At least, so far, I haven't heard of anyone being able to leave here."

Meng Chuan's heart sank.

"All the heavens and myriad realms? The complete Great Dao?"

He captured two key words.

He was familiar with the term "all the heavens and myriad realms".

But the term "Complete Great Way" was something I'd never heard of before.

"What is the complete Great Dao?" he asked.

Cang explained, "The complete Great Dao refers to the 'Great Dao' within a world capable of giving birth to beings of our cultivation level."

"For example, the Great Dao of the world you were in before was the complete Great Dao."

"And in those worlds that cannot give birth to beings of our level, the Great Dao is only an incomplete Great Dao."

Meng Chuan nodded thoughtfully.

He recalled the otherworldly places he had visited.

Those worlds are indeed incapable of producing beings at the level of Great Dao Saints.

"Then... just how big is this Multiverse Prison? How many people are trapped here?"

Meng Chuan asked again.

Cang shook his head: "I don't know how big this place is. Having been trapped here for over a thousand years, even the people I've met don't know how big it is."

"As for how many people are here... I don't know. But I'm sure there are quite a few."

"Some speculate... that the ultimate beings born in every world fully controlled by the Great Dao throughout the myriad realms will ultimately be sent here!"

Meng Chuan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Then... have you seen two people?"

He tried his best to describe what Houtu and Yan Qing looked like.

Cang thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I haven't seen them. This world is too big, and the area I've been active in is limited. It's impossible for me to have seen everyone."

Although Meng Chuan was somewhat disappointed, he was not too discouraged.

At least, he is now basically certain that Houtu and Yan Qing should be here as well!

As long as they are here, he has a chance to find them!

"There's one more question..."

Meng Chuan looked at Cang, his gaze turning serious. "You just said that once you come here, there's no way to go back to your original world... Is there really no way?"

Cang shook his head again. "At least, in the more than a thousand years I've been here, I've never heard of anyone being able to leave this world."

Its voice was filled with helplessness and despair.

Meng Chuan took a deep breath and looked up at the dark purple sky in the distance.

Is there no going back?