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

Tianyuan Mountain Range.

One of the most famous dangerous places in the southern region of the Divine Realm Continent, and also the location of the "Lone Goose Holy Land".

From a distance, the mountain range resembles an ancient, ferocious beast lying prostrate on the earth, its entire body pitch black, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

The mountain is steep and precipitous, shrouded in mist and clouds. Palaces and pavilions can be vaguely seen built against the mountain, arranged in a staggered and magnificent manner.

Directly in front of the mountain range, a massive mountain gate, thousands of feet high, stands majestically.

The mountain gate is carved entirely from a black stone, covered with ancient runes, exuding an aura of vicissitude and weight.

In the center of the mountain gate hangs a huge plaque with four large characters written on it—

Lone Goose Holy Land!

The four characters are written with strokes like swords, their sharpness fully revealed, as if they were about to cleave the heavens and earth in two.

Outside the mountain gate, a large crowd had already gathered.

At a rough glance, there are at least a thousand people.

These people gathered in twos and threes, some sitting cross-legged, some talking in hushed tones, and some looking up at the mountain gate with longing and trepidation in their eyes.

They were all people who wanted to join the Lone Goose Holy Land.

Meng Chuan's arrival did not attract much attention.

In a group of over a thousand people, one more or one less wouldn't make a difference.

He quietly found a secluded spot, sat down cross-legged, and began to observe the people around him.

Upon this observation, he couldn't help but feel a slight chill.

All of these people present were actually "Mid-level Saints"!

Without exception!

Thousands of mid-level saints gathered before the same mountain gate, vying for just a few spots to enter—

This scene made Meng Chuan deeply realize the true value of the Lone Goose Holy Land.

It should be noted that in the coastal region, a mid-level saint is already considered a high-end combat force.

Here, there are over a thousand people who want to become disciples of the middle-level saints!

Moreover, many of these people possess profound knowledge and solid foundations, and are clearly not ordinary individuals.

Meng Chuan's gaze swept across the crowd and quickly locked onto a few conspicuous figures.

On a huge rock to the east sat a young man dressed in white.

The young man had a face like jade, a handsome appearance, and a long sword hanging at his waist. The scabbard was inlaid with seven gems, each of which emitted different fluctuations of laws.

He closed his eyes, seemingly resting, but a sharp sword intent emanated from his body, making the surrounding air sharper.

Under an ancient tree to the west stood a burly man.

The burly man was shirtless, his bronze skin covered with a dense array of scars. He carried a massive black battle axe on his shoulder, which exuded a strong aura of slaughter, clearly a weapon steeped in blood.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his eyes scanning the crowd as if selecting prey.

On a small earthen slope to the south, sat a woman dressed in black.

The woman had a cold and beautiful face, a tall figure, and a head of black hair that cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall.

She toyed with a jet-black dagger in her hand, the dagger twirling nimbly between her fingers, sometimes disappearing and sometimes reappearing, as if it had become one with the darkness.

Her presence was extremely subtle; if Meng Chuan's perception hadn't far surpassed that of others of the same level, he wouldn't have even been able to detect her existence.

On a withered tree to the north, a thin old man was squatting.

The old man was unremarkable in appearance, wearing a tattered gray robe and with messy hair, looking like a beggar.

But his eyes were unusually bright.

Those eyes gleamed with an all-seeing light, as if nothing in the world held any secrets in his eyes.

Meng Chuan's gaze lingered on the old man for a moment, and a slight chill ran through him.

This person is not simple.

Besides these four conspicuous figures, there were other individuals in the crowd with equally impressive auras, but they deliberately concealed their presence to avoid attracting attention.

"It seems that our competitors this time are no pushovers."

Meng Chuan thought to himself.

He withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and began to conserve his energy.

……

After Meng Chuan arrived at the Lone Goose Holy Land, he waited thirteen years before the entrance examination began.

Over the past thirteen years, many more people have come, bringing the total number of people gathered outside the mountain gate to over 1,200.

The person in charge of presiding over this assessment was an elder from the Lone Goose Holy Land.

That day, a melodious bell suddenly rang out in the sky, resounding throughout the entire Tianyuan Mountain Range.

Everyone perked up, stood up, and looked up towards the mountain gate.

Above the mountain gate, a ripple of space spread out, and a figure slowly walked out from it.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe, with a refined appearance, three long wisps of beard, and a whisk in his hand. He looked more like a well-read scholar than a practitioner.

But the moment he appeared, the air in front of the mountain gate seemed to freeze.

An invisible pressure swept down like a tide, making the more than 1,200 mid-level saints present feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

A supreme sage!

Moreover, he was not just any ordinary high-ranking saint!

Meng Chuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

The middle-aged man in the green robe felt stronger than the Green Wood True Man, the Overlord Fist Venerable, and the Purple Lightning Fairy who had surrounded and killed the Nether Mountain Ancestor!

The fact that a mere elder from the Lonely Goose Holy Land possesses such strength demonstrates the depth of its foundation.

The middle-aged man in the green robe stood atop the mountain gate, looking down at the more than 1,200 people below. His gaze was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"You have all traveled thousands of miles to the Holy Land of Lone Goose, presumably to become disciples of my Lone Goose Sect."

"My surname is Qin, and my given name is Yue. I am an outer sect elder of the Lonely Goose Holy Land, and I am in charge of presiding over this entrance examination."

"Let me make the rules clear first."

"This assessment consists of three rounds."

"Round One: A Test of Willpower"

"The second round is a real-world test."

"The third round is a test of comprehension."

"After the three rounds of assessments, only the top ten will have the opportunity to enter my Lonely Goose Holy Land and become outer disciples."

These words immediately caused a stir below.

More than 1,200 people, ten people?

Moreover, ten people only have a chance...

Will no more than ten people be admitted in the final selection?

The acceptance rate is shockingly low!

But no one raised any objections.

Because everyone knows that this is the rule of the Lone Goose Holy Land—better to have none than to have something of poor quality!

After the commotion below subsided, Elder Qin Yue continued:

"Round One: A Test of Willpower, now begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently waved the whisk in his hand.

Om-! ! !

An invisible force descended from the sky, enveloping the entire area!

At that moment, everyone felt a terrifying pressure descend upon them!

That oppressive force was not just physical, but also a torment to the soul!

It seems to want to dig out everyone's deepest fears, most painful memories, and most vulnerable weaknesses, and put them all out in the sunlight, leaving no one nowhere to hide!

In an instant, dozens of people groaned, their faces turned pale, their legs went weak, and they knelt down on the ground!

Some people clutched their heads, letting out painful screams, and rolled and struggled on the ground!

Some people even had bloodshot eyes and looked like madmen, and began attacking others around them!

Those who lack a strong will cannot withstand even a single breath in the face of this oppressive force!