I, Paul Sully, oh, now Paul Renault.

Actually, it doesn't matter, Renault is my mother's family name.

And my father, Jack Sully, was an ordinary Wrangler in the Northern Regions, and I don't know what good luck he had to marry a noble lady like my mother, and my mother was willing to accompany him to live in the vast grasslands of the Northern Regions, in short, they were very happy in those years.

Later I was born, and like other herdsmen's children, I could open a bow at the age of three and ride a horse at the age of five, and my parents were ordinary people, but that didn't stop them from firmly believing that I could pass the test and enter the obelisk to become transcendent.

Unfortunately, they didn't wait for me to reach the age of twelve to enter the obelisk, and when I was eight years old, our ranch was attacked by alien wolves, and although some of our neighbors were also transcendent, the big ones resisted, but they couldn't beat the attacking wolves.

In order to cover me, my parents died in battle, and I fled on my favorite little red horse on the grassland, while the wolves chasing me got closer and closer.

Just when I'm about to catch up, you know, somebody is going to come to my rescue.

That's right, it was my master who saved me, and the old man was still young at that time, a man in his fifties, who looked like he was only about thirty, so the first time I saw him, I shouted "Uncle, help......"

Probably for the sake of me calling his uncle, the master saved me. After killing all the wolves, they took me back to the camp, but by then there were no living people in the camp, and I was homeless.

The old man probably didn't expect to be relied upon by me in this way, so he was reluctant to take me back to his "home", an academy that was completely non-existent in books and maps.

This "non-existent academy" is located halfway up the Foggy Mountains, isolated from the world by dense forests.

The old man is one of the instructors of the academy, and the preparatory students in the academy come from all over the world, with different dialects, different customs, and different appearances and skin colors, white and yellow, brown and black, but one thing is the same, all of us are orphans, and I have become one of the prospective students.

After entering the academy, the old man took me to do a few tests, and when I learned that I was very talented in the fire system, I noticed that the old man was smirking proudly.

After half a year of relaxation at the Academy, I was taken out of the Academy and traveled for more than a month to a small town in Saxony, where I was assigned to attend the Awakening Ceremony.

After the ceremony, I really awakened the fire system and became a fire type transcendent.

When I returned to the "non-existent academy", of the two hundred children with whom I had studied and lived for half a year, only about fifty remained, and I never saw the others again.

Of course, the rest of us is more than fifty people who are all transcendental.

That's when we got the collective title, "Trainees of the 947th Training Camp".

It was also on the day of the formation of the class of 947 that I met her for the first time, Elena, who was as beautiful as a daffodil, and although I was only nine years old at the time, I was immediately fascinated by her.

Later, I learned that she was not the only one who suddenly appeared in the academy like Yelena, who had never been a preparatory student, but more than a dozen other people also came to the academy after awakening. They are different from us orphans, they are inherently different, the instructors and teaching assistants are very respectful to them, they rarely take care of us rootless duckweed, whether it is in class or after class, they all form a small circle.

But Elena is different, she often plays with me, trains together, and goes on expeditions to the back mountains of the academy.

After all, a lot of things happened in the academy, I learned, I grew, I got better and better, I offended people, I was beaten, I was beaten back, I was beaten again, anyway, those children were good, because I could see Yelena every day.

It wasn't until I was in the third year of my reign, when I was twelve, that the old man suddenly reappeared, saying that I was a good seedling, and that he was going to take me as an apprentice, but he had to start with a registered apprentice, and if I could break through the Shaper within five years, I would become the old man's official apprentice.

After all, I had been in the academy for three and a half years at that time, and how could I not know that every student would become a registered apprentice of a certain mentor, and a mentor would have dozens of registered apprentices, and if I didn't become a sculptor, everything would be in vain.

But I'm still happy because the old man chose me.

My goal in life at that time was very simple, to become a sculptor, to be an apprentice to the old man, to learn real skills from him, to earn a lot of money after graduation, to honor the old man, and to marry Elena.

So at that time, I worked very hard, studied and trained hard, hoping to get ahead one day, but I didn't know what I was going to do after graduation.

Elena did not become a registered apprentice, but became a full-fledged apprentice to the dean. It was then that I learned that there was a powerful female dean in the "non-existent academy", known as the female devil Ovilla.

Elena is a Qi transcendent, and I am a fire department, after the first three years of common courses, we have independent courses in each department, and I can't see Elena every day, especially the female demon dean often takes Elena out for training, sometimes for weeks at a time.

I guess I really have some talent, although I'm one of the youngest in the class of 947, but I'm the first in the assessment every year, oh, there were a few times when I gave it to Elena, well, she gave it to me......

At the age of sixteen, I finally became a sculptor and officially became an apprentice to the old man.

After the formal apprenticeship, the old man took me thousands of miles to the ...... in Stuart A certain city. We came to the base of the city's obelisk in the darkness of the night. Later, the old man led me into the obelisk, as if I were at home, without hindrance......

Since then, I have learned that the old man's inheritance is called "Burning Flame Valley".

The Valley of Burning Flames, before the unification of the empire by Western Sahara, has existed for three thousand years, and this obelisk belongs to the Valley of Burning Flames, and the reason why it belongs to the Valley of Burning Flames is because only the inheritors of the Valley of Burning Flames can enter the secret chamber of the obelisk.

There is a room in the secret room of the obelisk full of wooden plaques with the names of the Sect Masters of the Burning Flame Valley in the past, and the old man said, when he dies, let me also write his name on the wooden plaque and put it in this room.

Bobby Hall de Alfred, which is one of the more words in the wooden sign, maybe I can get a larger wooden sign for the old man in the future.

Closer to home, entering the obelisk requires a magical artifact, called the Key, which is a small blue gem with a mysterious pattern in the middle, and each obelisk has a different pattern.

Before the unification of the Empire by Western Sahara, each key belonged to the family or sect that controlled the obelisk, and in the subsequent wars, most of the keys fell into the hands of the Empire, but there were also some sects and families that transferred the keys before being conquered by Western Sahara's legions, while also preserving the lineage.

The old man once had a formal disciple who could inherit the mantle, but my short-lived senior brother had died in battle a few years ago, so the old man regarded me as the inheritor of the inheritance of the Burning Flame Valley.

In fact, since I learned the secret of Burning Flame Valley, there has been a lot of pressure, until two years later, the old man accepted another official disciple, two years younger than me, and guessed correctly, it was twenty-three.

An orphan who didn't even have a name, using the serial number of the preparatory student when he entered the academy as his name, he didn't care, but felt very special.

Either way, there's another person to share the burden with me.

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