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

Meng Chuan dodged again.

Zhu You's attacks grew increasingly fierce, one punch after another, like a storm, giving Meng Chuan no chance to catch his breath.

His playing style is somewhat similar to Meng Chuan's—both are the kind of style that overwhelms opponents with force and wins by momentum.

However, Zhu You possesses a greater number of laws, and the depth of their fusion is extremely high, allowing each of his punches to carry an overwhelming and unstoppable power.

While dodging, Meng Chuan was also looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

He discovered that although Zhuyou's offensive was fierce, his fighting style had one characteristic—it was wide-ranging and focused on overwhelming the opponent head-on, lacking variety.

In other words, Zhuyou's playstyle is more suitable for crushing opponents weaker than himself.

However, when facing equally matched opponents, this style of play will expose its lack of flexibility.

Meng Chuan had made up his mind.

He stopped dodging and instead, after dodging once more, suddenly lunged forward!

The Law of Time!

The space and time around him suddenly slowed down!

Zhu You's movements froze for a moment!

Although it was only for a brief moment—it was enough for Meng Chuan!

He threw a punch straight at Zhu You's chest!

Zhu You's pupils suddenly contracted. At the critical moment, he forcefully twisted his body and took Meng Chuan's punch head-on with his left arm!

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out!

Zhu You's left arm was bent at an unnatural angle!

He groaned and slid backward dozens of feet, his face turning pale.

"Good lad..."

He shook his injured left arm, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "He actually managed to hurt me!"

Meng Chuan didn't pursue him, but stood still, calmly looking at him: "Do you want to continue?"

"Keep going! Of course we should keep going!"

Zhu You laughed heartily, "This is just the beginning!"

He took a deep breath, and the power of the laws within his body erupted once more!

This time, disregarding the injury to his left arm, he threw out both fists, making his attack even more ferocious than before!

He was like a wounded wild beast; the more wounded he was, the more frenzied he became!

Meng Chuan calmly responded, maneuvering with the laws of space and time, and occasionally using the law of cause and effect to predict Zhu You's attack trajectory, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

The two clashed fiercely on the arena, the loud bangs of their fists colliding echoing continuously, causing the barrier to tremble violently, as if it would shatter at any moment!

This battle lasted for most of the day!

Finally, when Meng Chuan punched Zhu You in the stomach, forcing him to his knees, Zhu You could no longer hold on.

He clutched his stomach, panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat, and his face as pale as paper.

But when he looked up at Meng Chuan, there was no resentment in his eyes, only a sense of exhilarating pleasure.

"happy!"

He grinned, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. "It's been so long since I've had this much fun!"

He propped himself up on his knees, slowly stood up, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Meng Chuan: "I lost this battle. I accept the defeat wholeheartedly."

"You've won. Go—the ninth floor awaits you."

Meng Chuan looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded: "You flatter me."

He turned and walked towards the portal at the end of the arena that led to the ninth floor.

Behind him, Zhuyou's voice came:

"Meng Chuan—See you inside!"

Meng Chuan didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand before stepping into the portal to the ninth floor.

The scenery on the ninth floor is completely different from that on the previous eight floors.

That's not some palace, maze, or arena—

Instead, it was a starry sky.

An endless starry sky.

Meng Chuan stood in the void, with an endless abyss beneath his feet and a dazzling starry river above him.

Stars slowly rotated around him, some as hot as fire, some as cold as frost, some full of life, and some lifeless.

In the center of the starry sky, a human figure floated.

He was an old man with white hair, wearing a faded gray robe, and leaning on a crooked cane.

It was the same old man who had once seen Mengchuan from afar on the mountain peak.

He looked at Meng Chuan, a kind smile appearing on his face:

"Little guy, that's good for you to have come this far."

Meng Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "May I ask who you are, senior?"

"This old man?"

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "My surname is Gongyang, and my given name is Que. I was the last Grand Elder of the Lonely Goose Holy Land, but now... I'm just a shabby old gatekeeper."

Before Meng Chuan could speak, Gongyang Que continued:

"The test on the ninth floor is very simple."

He stretched out his withered finger and pointed to the surrounding starry sky:

"This starry sky was formed by me using the power of laws."

"It contains 1,008 different laws and variations."

"You have one month to identify three principles you've never encountered before and successfully grasp their essence."

"If you can do that, you will be the number one in this year's inner sect assessment."

"I can't do it—"

He smiled and didn't continue, but his meaning was already quite clear.

Meng Chuan's pupils contracted slightly.

From the 1008 possible variations of the law, he identified three laws he had never encountered before, and within a month, he grasped their basic principles…

This test is more difficult than the previous eight levels combined!

But he did not back down. Instead, he took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and spread his divine sense into the starry sky.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

When Gongyang Que reappeared in the starry sky, Meng Chuan had already opened his eyes.

His eyes shone with a strange light, as if countless stars were flowing within them.

"How is it?" Gongyang Que asked with a smile.

Meng Chuan slowly raised his right hand, palm open.

Three distinct forces of law danced and swirled in his palm—

The first type is like a spring breeze, gentle and full of vitality—the law of life.

The second type is like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, desolate and carrying the meaning of ending—the law of decay.

The third type lies between reality and illusion, like a dream, elusive and hard to grasp—the law of dreams.

Although all three laws were only at the beginner level, they were indeed things that Meng Chuan had comprehended within the past month.

Gongyang Que looked at the three kinds of laws and his eyes showed a hint of approval.

"it is good."

He nodded and said only one word.

Then, he stretched out his finger and gently tapped the air.

A golden light surged in from between Meng Chuan's eyebrows.

That was a mark—the mark of an inner disciple.

"From this day forward, you will be an inner disciple of my Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land."

Gongyang Que said, his tone tinged with a hint of satisfaction, "Cultivate diligently, and don't waste your talent."

As Meng Chuan felt the warmth emanating from the mark between his eyebrows, a ripple of emotion stirred within him.

Sixteen hundred years of arduous cultivation, three months of fierce battle—

He finally stepped into the inner gate of the Lonely Goose Holy Land.

He stood up and respectfully bowed to Gongyang Que:

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Gongyang Que waved his hand and said with a smile, "Go ahead, someone is waiting for you outside."

Meng Chuan nodded, turned around, and stepped out of the starry sky.

When he reappeared outside the Myriad Forms Heavenly Palace, a large crowd had already gathered in the square.

Elder Qin Yue stood in front of the stone tablet, holding a list in his hand, announcing the assessment results.

"This time, a total of three people have been promoted to inner disciples."

"Third place, Li Qinglian, with 6,400 points..."

"Second place, Zhuyou, with 8,700 points..."

After Elder Qin Yue finished reading the list, he looked up at Meng Chuan, who had just walked out of the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Palace, and a smile appeared in his eyes:

"First place, Meng Chuan, points—"

He paused for a moment before slowly uttering the number:

"Twelve thousand."

The square fell silent for a moment.

Then, a deafening clamor erupted!

Twelve thousand points!

This score not only surpassed the second-place Zhu You's more than three thousand points, but also broke the record for the highest score in the history of the Gu Hong Holy Land's inner sect assessment!

Zhu You stood in the crowd, looked at Meng Chuan, a bitter smile on her face, and shook her head.

Li Qinglian gripped her sword tightly, a determined glint in her eyes—a fighting spirit that had been ignited.

Xiong Batian, Gu Chen, Ye Qiang, and others gathered around, offering their congratulations in a flurry of voices.