The disaster in Xiaguang City has truly ended, and no more accidents have occurred, but for the huge Candela Empire, the disaster has just begun.
Destroying the source of the disaster and preventing the stain from spreading to the entire province is... just a way to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause.
Facing the incoming dark torrent, these methods are of no avail.
Because, this sudden disaster and the gradually drying up world are just the influence of certain existential instincts.
The high-ranking existence of the Candela Empire has long been known.
The Glory Emperor, the Eight Heavenly Pillars, and cutting-edge scientific researchers are doing their best to perfect the impossible... No. 0 plan.
These have little to do with the boys and girls in Nikko Welfare Institution.
"Teacher, you are definitely still somewhere, waiting for us!"
In accordance with the arrangements of the city lord's palace, they quickly withdrew from Xiaguang City and moved to a large city hundreds of kilometers away that was not affected by the disaster.
And here, the Nikko Welfare Institute was rebuilt.
The original site of the Nikko Welfare Institute was even reproduced at a 1:1 ratio.
——Before leaving, Chi Yan dismantled all the equipment and buildings in the orphanage that could be dismantled and taken away. These had a familiar smell.
Liu Feng also agreed with this approach.
He believed that it contained the power left by his teacher.
However, dismantling and moving the entire orphanage was a huge project. He still asked the Lord of Chenmiao City to complete this arduous project.
In the rebuilt Sunlight Welfare Home, welfare benefits have increased again, and Chi Yan, Liu Feng and others have also come into the sight of high-ranking officials in the empire. However, in this welfare home with dozens of mythical figures, the position of director has always been vacant.
A few years later, the boys and girls in the orphanage ushered in their graduation period.
This graduation ceremony was unprecedented in scale.
According to historical records, on that day, countless mythical streams of light pierced the sky and landed in front of the gate of the Sunlight Welfare Institute. Among the arriving guests were the Lord of Chenmiao City, Dean Philola and other demigods. According to rumors, there were even
The high-ranking beings of the empire came to congratulate him in the form of descending consciousness.
It was only at this time that many of the mythical guests who had heard about the Nikko Welfare Home were shocked to discover...
For the boys and girls who graduated from the Nikko Welfare Institute, the number of Qijue Myths... is more than imagined!
You call this a welfare home?
Several years have passed, and the youthfulness of the once half-grown child is almost gone.
Liu Feng carried a huge sword box on his back and was dressed in white robes. He was handsome and handsome with a pair of piercing eyes, which made many female myths look sideways.
An old instructor at the welfare home said: "Many of these children have learned their true skills from the dean, but only Liu Feng has inherited the dean's talent, appearance, and arrogance."
but,
When these children graduate, where will the Nikko Welfare Home go?
According to convention, when this group of students graduates and leaves the welfare institution to go into society, they should absorb a group of fresh blood to continue training and continue the inheritance.
The same is true for the operating rules of top welfare homes.
The difference is that top welfare institutions can obtain the most potential students in the region.
But Nikko cannot be regarded as a top welfare institution. Even if Director Fang is no longer here, there will still be many dignitaries trying their best to send their children here.
"We can't close the orphanage!"
Chi Yan shook his ears and said, not allowing anyone to refute.
This place carries the memories of more than 2,000 people in the orphanage, and indeed no one wants to close it.
With everyone's current strength and status, it is not difficult to maintain an orphanage.
Not only must they maintain it, but they must also pass on and pass on the teacher's beliefs forever.
"Let's create another higher training academy!"
Liu Feng said, "Some younger brothers and sisters are not strong enough yet. Rather than letting them embark on the battlefield prematurely, it is better to let them practice for a while."
"Moreover, there is a college of higher learning that recruits students from welfare institutions all over the country, which is more suitable to carry forward the teacher's legacy."
"Teacher's inheritance is the strongest inheritance!"
Chi Yan was quite satisfied with this statement and voted absolutely in favor.
Third Junior Brother Zhou Bao looked at the two of them and said, "Second Senior Brother is right, Senior Sister is right."
Others naturally agreed, and they were all gearing up, already fantasizing in their minds about developing the academy to the point where Candela was the strongest.
Um, it seems they haven't named the college they are about to create yet?
"Is it called Sunlight Training Academy?" Liu Feng said.
Chi Yan stared at the blue sky and spent most of her brain cells in her life. She said without any hesitation: "No, it's called Xinhuo Academy!"
…
Xinhuo Academy was established.
In the Candela Empire, if three or more Shinhwas jointly sign up, they are qualified to establish an advanced training academy and can obtain a loan and financial support from the empire.
However, that is the past tense.
Today's empire is hit by disasters everywhere, and resources are already quite scarce. Many times, we have to find our own solutions.
Liu Feng came up with a solution.
Pay out of pocket.
They are young and not rich enough, but they are not even poor.
"Before the teacher left, in addition to this book of destiny, he also left behind many resources..."
Before Chi Yan's angry glare could be seen, Liu Feng hurriedly said, "Of course, these resources are reserved for the cultivation of younger brothers and sisters and will never be sold off. However, over the years, we have traveled to various trial places and gained
There are many treasures, and if you sell some of them casually, it will be enough to support the initial capital for establishing a college of higher learning."
"Vote yes."
Chi Yan raised his hands and said.
Zhou Bao glanced at the two of them and raised his hand.
The young Shinhwa folded his palms together, stood under the blue sky, and made a promise.
The establishment of Xinhuo Academy caused quite a stir.
After all, the three myths who jointly founded the academy are all top-notch geniuses, peerless geniuses.
Thanks to this, Xinhuo College has received a lot of students, and the operation of the college can be maintained in a healthy state.
The person who holds the position of dean is Swordmaster Liu Feng.
He is the second dean of Xinhuo Academy. As for the first one? There is no need to guess the myth of his origin in Xiaguang City. They will never forget that noble, respectful and majestic white-robed figure.
May there be no disaster in heaven.
…
There are more and more disasters in the real world.
The great Candela Empire is like an old man entering his twilight years, with gray spots growing on his body.
Some gray spots are removed smoothly like Xiaguang City, but even if they are removed, traces remain, and more and more gray spots are growing arrogantly on the land of Candela.
The world outside Candela has long been eroded by darkness, with disasters everywhere and all life in ruins.
Mortal people are like ants.
The gods also mourned.
Inheriting the teacher's will, the purpose of Xinhuo Academy is to 'continue the inheritance of mankind' and 'fight against evil and disasters'.
The strong men who came out of the academy did not hesitate to join the fierce war against disaster.
There is no retreat in this war!
In the third year since the founding of the Xinhuo Academy, and the eighth year since the boys and girls in the welfare home began to practice, the disaster war has become more and more fierce, and the empire's borders have to be retreated thousands of kilometers, and the transportation network between various provinces
, also paralyzed the vast majority.
This is a turbulent time.
The Xinhuo Academy has exported more powerful people, including masters of the Six Enlightenments and young myths. They are active on battlefields in various parts of the empire, killing countless evil spirits and achieving great military exploits.
However, the battlefield is a place where life is withering, disasters are blind, and dangers are everywhere.
In the autumn of the eighth year, on the second front to the east, three myths from Xinhuo Academy and dozens of six-level experts from Xinhuo Academy died on the battlefield, and their souls returned to their hometowns.
In the summer of the ninth year, during the defense battle of Tianmen City, the two Xinhuo Shinhwa fought to the death and died magnificently.
In the winter of the tenth year, the Blood Demon King came to Dongning Port. Dozens of Xinhuo heroes and two Xinhuo myths died.
eleventh year,
Twenty-one year,
One hundred and eleventh year,
One hundred and sixty-seven years,
Wearing a gray robe, a slender figure with long hair tied up stood in front of the black monument, looking up at the names on it.
"Old friends, two more are gone."
Liu Feng sighed.
His face is about thirty years old, with a small gray stubble. Time has not been able to leave many marks on his face, and his appearance is still enough to fascinate thousands of young women, but his eyes are full of...
It’s the vicissitudes of time that have changed.
"You must remember that this monument is the history of Xinhuo Academy."
"Don't forget history, don't forget... the concept of fire."
"The fire is passed down from generation to generation, and mankind will live forever!"
He turned around and looked at the two teenagers and a girl in front of him, whose faces were still a little green.
They are his disciples, the youngest and most potential disciples.
He had high hopes for his three disciples, but in today's era, there was no time.
"When I see you, my teacher reminds me of those days. At that time, my teacher was very similar to you, young, energetic, fearless, and dreaming of becoming the strongest person in the world."
He was a little self-deprecating.
But in the eyes of his disciples, Teacher Liu Feng is the strongest.
In just over a hundred years, Xinhuo Academy has been built into the premier institution of higher learning in the Candela Empire.
"No, you teacher, I have never been the strongest."
"Your uncle, the master, has a fighting talent that is unmatched by anyone. I have always felt inferior to you as my master. Even your third uncle is actually a little better than your master."
"As a teacher, I am too ordinary, so I took over the position of dean."
Speaking of his most familiar companion, Dean Liu Feng's eyes showed smiles, nostalgia, and... endless sadness.
"It's normal for you not to be familiar with each other."
"Your uncle went to the northern part of the empire thirty years ago and participated in a top-secret project. I haven't seen her in thirty years. And your third uncle..."
"He's an idiot! Idiot!"
"What did the teacher teach you back then? Safety first, you must know how to save your life, and only if you are alive can you have a future! But this idiot like him actually refused to retreat in the face of a high-ranking being! How could I have such a stupid junior brother! Stupid!"
As he cursed, his eyes sparkled.
The young and majestic dean raised his head and looked at the blue sky.
"It's bad, people like to chatter more when they get older, and this wind is a bit noisy."
The noisy wind blew across my cheeks, and a myth descended from the wind.
This Shinhwa came from the Ninth Legion and was not from Xinhuo Academy. But facing this young dean who was much younger than him, Shinhwa only had respect on his face.
"General Liu Feng." The visitor performed the candela military salute, "This is a confidential battle report from the front line."
The young dean took the secret stone and penetrated it with his spiritual thoughts.
quite a while,
"Let's go." He said.
After thinking about it, he took out an old book from the storage device, with only the cover remaining but not a single page, and handed it to his disciple.
"This book should not be left in my hands and displayed in the college's exhibition hall."
He laughed and left quickly.
Myths are also following suit.
He stopped talking for a while and then said, "General, the Shadow Lord may descend outside Ancient Origin Castle at any time. The commander of the legion means... I hope you will go to Feiyungang to take charge."
"Guyuan Castle needs me more."
"But..." Shinhwa paused and said, "You have a broader future."
"Many people have it. My junior brother has higher potential than me."
He looked at the sky.
The sky is blue and there seems to be a face.
Memories from more than a hundred years ago came to mind, and he felt a little regretful.
"Maybe I'm a fool too."
He soars into the sky with his sword, breaks through the long night, and sheds the afterglow that belongs to the Fire Man.
…
The sun rises and sets, autumn passes and spring comes.
The world environment, which was once eternal, is changing rapidly.
The grass and trees withered, the sky became dark, the earth became gray and lifeless, and thick gray fog floated in the sky.
The world is mourning.
We can only try our best to maintain the last vitality, leaving patches of life in the dry world, and fight against the ubiquitous darkness.
Intelligent life forms are also contending.
Human beings, illusory spirits, natural spirits, sea creatures.
New life, ancient god.
Good gods, evil gods.
Mountains and rivers turned upside down, and continents collapsed.
The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the shining place of humankind's pillar is shrinking.
One day, the setting sun never rose again, and instead, there was a red moon hanging high in the sky. Under the red moon, the earth was full of shadows, and the dark shadows spread their teeth and claws, seeming to cover the entire world.
All the way north from the Candela Empire, far away, the earth is covered with thick frozen soil, and the ice seems to be eternal. On this piece of immortal ice, the setting sun spreads its afterglow, seeming to drag the whole world into decline.
and late twilight.
Black river, polar night, reincarnation, despair...
The indescribable horror gradually emerged, and the world seemed to be divided.
until……
The world fell into silence again.
Hua Hua——
The waves surged, and droplets of water splashed and fell, reflecting countless vast and profound scenes.
At first, he could still see the scenes of the reconstruction of the Nikko Welfare Institute and the establishment of the Xinhuo Academy. But soon, the long river of time and space surged faster and faster, and these vast scenes flew by like a fleeting glimpse, pushing his conscious body back to the beginning.
's origin.
His consciousness gradually stagnated.
Perhaps a moment had passed, or perhaps he had been swimming in the long river of time and space for tens of millions of years. What awakened his consciousness was the long lingering sound that echoed in his mind.
"bite--!"
"Reminder: The copy 'Twilight Flame' has ended, the time line has returned to normal, and is being settled..."
Pa da~
Fang You is down to earth.
He gradually came back to his senses from the trance and opened his eyes with some difficulty.
This glance lasts ten thousand years.
I finished writing yesterday and was so excited that I couldn't sleep, so today it should be shorter, which should be reasonable...