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

Sixteen hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

For mortals in the primordial universe, this represents the succession of dozens of generations;

For the cultivators of the Divine Realm, however, it was merely a slightly longer period of seclusion.

For the past 1,600 years, the outer gate of the Lone Goose Holy Land has been peaceful and tranquil—at least on the surface.

Zhu You didn't cause Meng Chuan any more trouble, but that wasn't necessarily out of fear; she might have been waiting for a more suitable opportunity.

Meng Chuan, on the other hand, made two small breakthroughs during this period.

The first time was seven hundred years after he entered the Lone Goose Holy Land.

He pushed the fusion of the law of cause and effect with the other five laws to its extreme, expanding the territory of his inner world once again, making the world's barriers even stronger, and making the operation of the laws even more harmonious and free.

The second time was in the 1300th year.

He began to comprehend the seventh law—the law of reincarnation.

The Law of Reincarnation is one of the most profound and mysterious laws among the Three Thousand Great Daos.

It concerns life and death, cycles, and the destiny and rebirth of all things.

Meng Chuan's choice of the Law of Reincarnation was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

The law of cause and effect allows him to see the connections between things, while the law of reincarnation allows him to see the entire process of things from birth to death and from death to birth.

Cause and effect and reincarnation are two sides of the same coin.

If he can successfully integrate with the Law of Reincarnation, he will be able to advance to become a "High Saint"!

Sixteen hundred years of arduous cultivation allowed Meng Chuan's strength to rise to a new level.

His combat strength is now even greater than when he first entered the Lonely Goose Holy Land.

And on this day, the day of the inner sect assessment finally arrived.

Early morning, the sun rises.

A melodious bell rang out from the depths of the Lonely Goose Holy Land, resounding throughout the entire Tianyuan Mountain Range.

The seven chimes signify a call to action.

More than one hundred disciples from the outer sect area emerged from their respective caves and gathered on the outer sect square.

In the center of the square stood a white jade stele about a hundred feet tall. The stele was covered with densely packed names—a list of those who had passed the inner sect examinations in previous years.

At the very top of the stone tablet are four large characters:

The transformation of fish and dragon.

It means that outer disciples are like fish in a pond, but by passing the inner sect assessment, they can transform into dragons!

Elder Qin Yue appeared on the stone tablet right on time.

Today he was dressed in a formal blue elder's robe, holding a whisk, his face solemn. His gaze swept over the more than one hundred outer disciples below, and he slowly spoke:

"Today marks the 137th inner sect assessment for my Lonely Wilderness Holy Land."

The rules are as follows:

"This assessment will be conducted in the 'Myriad Forms Heavenly Palace'."

"The Myriad Forms Heavenly Palace has nine levels in total."

"You will receive points for each floor you clear. The higher the floor you clear, the more points you will receive."

"Ultimately, the top three in points will be promoted to inner disciples."

Assessment period: three months.

Those who fail to submit their applications within the specified time will be considered eliminated.

After Elder Qin Yue finished speaking, he waved his whisk, and the space above the square suddenly distorted, and a huge portal slowly emerged.

The gate was made entirely of a crystal-clear white jade, and it was carved with countless lifelike patterns—immortals flying in the sky on swords, divine beasts soaring through the heavens, mountains and rivers, and the sun, moon and stars.

Above the lintel hangs a plaque with four large ancient seal script characters:

Myriad Forms Heavenly Palace!

The door slowly opened, revealing a chaotic mist behind it, obscuring what lay within.

"All outer disciples are welcome to participate."

Elder Qin Yue said, "If there are no objections, you may enter now."

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure darted out from the crowd and rushed straight into the portal.

The man, dressed in a dark red robe, was none other than "Zhuyou".

Before entering the portal, he glanced back at Meng Chuan, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, before disappearing into the mist.

Immediately afterwards, dozens more outer disciples set off, rushing into the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Palace.

Xiong Batian, carrying his battle axe, walked up to Meng Chuan and grinned, "Brother Meng, shall we go too? We can't let that guy surnamed Zhu get there first!"

Li Qinglian, Gu Chen, the woman in black—whose name was "Ye Qiang"—and three other disciples who entered the sect at the same time also gathered around Meng Chuan.

Over the course of these sixteen hundred years, the seven of them looked after each other in the outer gate, forming a small group.

Although Meng Chuan is usually not very talkative, his strength and composure during several conflicts made the other six people unconsciously follow him as their leader.

"Let's go."

Meng Chuan nodded and took the lead, stepping into the gate of the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Palace.

The moment I passed through that layer of chaotic mist, the scene before me suddenly changed.

Meng Chuan found himself standing in a huge hall.

The hall was ten thousand feet in circumference, with a high dome inlaid with countless fist-sized luminous pearls that emitted a soft light, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

The ground was paved with a black jade stone, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the starlight from the dome, as if one were walking on a starry sky.

The walls of the hall are covered with all kinds of reliefs—there are warriors holding swords, fairies holding flowers, roaring monsters, and coiled dragons.

Each relief is so lifelike, it seems as if it might come down from the wall at any moment.

In the very center of the hall, a huge bronze mirror floats.

The edges of the bronze mirror are decorated with intricate patterns, and the surface ripples like water, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Meng Chuan scanned his surroundings and found that there was no one else around.

Clearly, upon entering the Myriad Forms Heavenly Palace, each person will be transported to an independent space to undergo their own assessment.

He walked up to the bronze mirror and reached out to touch its surface.

hum-

Ripples spread across the mirror's surface, and an aged voice echoed in his mind:

"The first level of the Myriad Forms Heavenly Palace: Reflecting on One's Heart."

"Defeat the reflection in the mirror to clear the level."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surface of the bronze mirror suddenly rippled violently, and a figure slowly walked out of the mirror.

The figure was initially blurry, then quickly solidified—

In the end, he transformed into someone exactly like Meng Chuan.

Same face, same figure, same clothes.

Even their eyes are exactly the same.

The only difference was that the person in the mirror had no emotion in their pupils, only a cold emptiness.

The person in the mirror didn't speak, but simply raised their right hand and clenched their fist—

Then, he threw a punch!

That punching style was exactly the same as the punching technique that Meng Chuan usually used!

Overbearing, domineering, and unreasonable, it was imbued with the power of six laws and crashed down towards Meng Chuan's face!

Meng Chuan's pupils contracted slightly, but he remained calm.

He also raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and threw a punch to meet the attack!

boom--!!

The two fists collided, unleashing a deafening roar!

The entire hall trembled!

Meng Chuan's body swayed slightly, while the person in the mirror took three steps back.

"They copied my laws, they copied my power... but they couldn't copy the depth of my understanding of the laws."

Meng Chuan understood.

The person in the mirror, though identical in appearance and moves to him, is essentially just a crude imitation.

It can replicate his laws, but it cannot replicate the experience and insights he has accumulated over thousands of years in life-and-death battles.

Without further hesitation, Meng Chuan made a sudden move and launched an attack!

He threw punch after punch, his punches like a storm, relentless and unstoppable!

Although the person in the mirror tried their best to resist, they gradually revealed weaknesses under Meng Chuan's increasingly fierce attacks.

After ten moves, Meng Chuan smashed the chest of the person in the mirror with a single punch!

The person in the mirror turned into countless fragments and dissipated into the air.

On the surface of the bronze mirror, a line of words appeared:

"First level cleared. Points: 100."

Meng Chuan did not linger and walked straight to the end of the hall.

There, a new portal had opened, leading to the second floor.