"Master Xu is a truly great man. Compared with him, we are ashamed."
"No matter what, we won.
After defeating this monster, the mainland will be in ruins and ready to be revitalized, and I will still have to rely on you in the future."
"Everyone, how about I make a suggestion?" Qin Haoshi said from the side.
"If you have anything to say, Lord Qin, just say it," King Wei Jin next to him nodded and replied.
"Master Xu sacrificed his life for the entire continent and should not be so anonymous.
Let’s set today as Heroes’ Day to commemorate the new life Mr. Xu brought to the mainland.”
Just listen to Qin Haoshi continue to say: "And this magical sword is a treasure from the ancient lineage.
Although it will be dilapidated in the future, it is of great significance, so we might as well collect it.
I have been enshrining it, hoping that one day this magical sword can be restored with the power of my wish."
"City Master Qin's words are reasonable. You should never forget your roots as a human being," Mr. Wen also replied immediately.
"Why don't we make more copies of magic swords in mainland China and use them as symbols of luck?
Let everyone worship it at home, not only to commemorate it, but also to ensure peace."
After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.
After all, from the bottom of their hearts, they were all grateful to Xu Zimo, otherwise no one would be able to live in peace unless the monster was eliminated.
……………
On a mountain far away from Yanshi City, Xu Zimo and Chaos stood on the top of the mountain.
He looked at the endless crowd of people rejoicing in the distance, smiled, and said, "Look, this is the sad thing about heroes.
People will remember you, but they won't feel sad about it."
"The Lord does not need their sorrow," Chaos said immediately.
"As long as the Lord's purpose is achieved."
Xu Zimo lowered his head and looked at the Ba Ying in his hand. More and more will power was gathering here all the time.
From now on, the entire Chinese mainland believes in the legend of the divine sword.
Ba Ying will no longer be afraid of losing his will power.
"It can only be said that it is roughly completed. As for if they get used to Ankang in the future and no longer believe in the magic sword, their will power will naturally be gone," Xu Zimo said.
“But I also laid some foreshadowing.
There is an ancient mountain in the West Mountain, which hides countless ferocious beasts.
By then there will be a reasonable explanation for the emergence of the Ten Thousand Monster Tribe."
"My lord is wise," Chaos replied.
"If it weren't for my wish, I really don't want to interfere in the development of this world," Xu Zimo shook his head and replied.
"That's it. The development time of China Continent is still too short. Otherwise, how can you, a demon beast that has become an immortal, be able to dominate."
After Xu Zimo finished speaking, he left.
……………
During the coordinate transmission to the Seventh Seminary, Xu Zimo woke up leisurely.
"How long has it been?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Master Xu has been thinking for more than five days, we are almost there," Feng Wuxi said with a smile.
"Time flies so fast," Xu Zimo nodded.
Then he asked: "I want to ask Dean Feng something."
"Young Master Xu, it's okay to say so," Feng Wuxi nodded.
"Have Dean Feng ever heard of the story of the ancient gods?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Ancient God," Feng Wuxie murmured in a low voice.
"I seem to have heard this word somewhere."
"Where?" Xu Zimo asked hurriedly.
"I remembered," Feng Wuxi opened his eyes and nodded quickly.
"Old Yangtou from the college once told me."
"Old Yangtou?" Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
"It's an old man from the Seventh Seminary. I heard that he has a very long lifespan. Anyway, he is quite a strange person," Feng Immortal replied.
"Then is he still in the academy?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I left a long time ago. The stories he told me when I was a child were about ancient gods.
But I can’t remember the story long ago,” Feng Wuxi said.
"That's a pity," Xu Zimo replied after being silent for a while.
"I remember that he seemed to have left a miscellaneous book. I will get it to you when the time comes. Maybe it will be helpful," Feng Immortal said.
Xu Zimo nodded slightly
While several people were talking, they saw that the spatial coordinates around them began to change.
The space fluctuated and became larger and larger.
Everyone's bodies started to shake.
"Everyone, stand still, it's almost time to arrive," Feng Wuxiu replied.
He stood at the front, waved his hands, and a hole was opened in the void, and the powerful suction force directly swallowed everyone in.
When the vision in front of them brightened, everyone had already landed on a mountain peak.
There was a gentle breeze, and a dozen people stood on the mountain peak.
Xu Zimo looked ahead and saw that Wuhaiya was the same as the mountain peak where Jiugui Academy was located.
They are all shrouded in mist and full of fairy spirit.
Like a fairy forest, there are dozens of strange peaks rising all around.
But it is a pity that the plants here are also ghost trees, or plants that do not need the sun to survive.
"There is no end to the sea," Xu Zimo murmured to himself.
Feng Wuxiu pointed to the highest peak among the thousand peaks and said: "That is the main courtyard. Mr. Xu comes up with me."
Everyone stepped into the air, as if they were stepping on fairy mist.
The robes were fluttering in the wind, and in one step of a thousand miles, everyone's figures landed on the peak of the main courtyard.
"Changhe, all of you, please go down," Feng Wuwu waved his hand and dispersed the other white-robed men.
Xu Zimo stood in front of the main courtyard, looking ahead.
This place is completely two extremes from Jiuki Academy.
The place is full of ghosts and mist, dominated by weirdness and uncertainty.
The Seven Theological Seminaries are dominated by divine power and are extremely majestic.
In the large courtyard ahead, red Optimus Primes rise into the sky.
Full of prestige.
On top of the buildings, statues of gods are placed one after another, watching everyone with great power.
Rows of city walls are like screens, depicting scenes of the gods' mighty power.
Moving forward from the courtyard, there are trees exuding divinity.
They waved their branches as if they were sane.
"Let's go directly to the academy," Feng Wuxi said.
"The books left by Old Yangtou are always in the academy."
Xu Zimo nodded.
When the two of them walked through the gate, the sight in front of them became wider and the roads opened up in all directions.
Entering the boulevard on the left, there is another ancient courtyard gate.
There are two statues of saints at the door. They are wearing Confucian robes and holding a book in their hands.
Entering this academy, students in Confucian robes can be seen everywhere.
After seeing Feng Wuxi, he would take the initiative to say hello.
In the library pavilion directly in front, there are thousands of blue books neatly placed.
Feng Wuxi walked directly to the second floor. He put the jade plaque in his arms at the entrance of the stairs, and all the passages were opened.
The two of them walked all the way to the ninth floor.
Feng Wuxiu took out a book box from a dusty cabinet.
It's covered in dust.
"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten the existence of this book," Feng Immortal said.
"I've read it before, but it was just a miscellaneous book, nothing worth paying attention to."
He handed the book to Xu Zimo and said, "Then read slowly and I won't disturb you."