"I'll take you to Daya Academy first, and then I'll talk about the rest. Before I do that, I have to give you a general overview of the academy, and the scholars in the academy are roughly divided into three schools: the traveling school, the academic school, and the developer. The scholars of the Traveling School are split from the academic school, and they travel between the material plane and other half planes, and they are definitely the first in terms of vision alone, are they academic, do you see the old man with glasses? (whispering) Yes, that's it, a typical academic school, sitting in the room all day and doing research, and not afraid of constipation" "Sir, why do you feel that you don't like academic people very much?", what about the other three?" The other three still have things to deal with, and as for the academics, it's not that they don't like it, it's just that they are a little rigid and stubborn. You don't move around here, I'll buy you oranges uh, buy a ticket to "Moss" ??? (doesn't feel right?)"

Falk walked to a place that looked very much like a ticket hall, "Senior, give me two tickets" A handsome young man with a very young appearance, straight facial features, and a white robe with a cloud pattern poked his head out, and still held a fragrant tea in his hand, "Go to the academy, this time it's very fast." Huh, the little guy ......" The man glanced at Moss and stopped talking, pulling out two cards with green totems and handing them to Falk. "Sir, why do you call him senior, I feel that he is younger than you" Falk took a deep breath and said with a serious face, "Remember, as long as you see that kind of handsome and miserable monk, you can call him senior, those powerful monks can modify their appearance, I didn't know before, call other people's brothers, and then ...... Alas, don't mention it, take the ticket and put it on the back of your hand," a cool feeling came, and an identical rune appeared on the back of his hand, and then the paper turned to dust.

After a burst of spatial fluctuations, a bus full of sci-fi sense drove out of the void, "Sir, where to sit" Moss looked at the row of slime balls on the car and was a little confused, "Just sit on it" Falk fell on a slime ball, and the whole slime ball automatically dented and deformed to wrap him inside, Moss carefully found a slime ball to sit down, feeling like sitting on the sofa" Let's continue with the previous topic, a developer is a person who is responsible for the development of the half-plane and the material plane, for example, I am a developer, responsible for the development of the material plane" Falk said, "You can take a look for yourself, I'll rest first" and then closed his eyes, most of his body was wrapped in a slime ball, and gradually lost his voice.

Moss quietly looked out the window at Tyriscondor, and even though it was all new to him, he knew that this was his home from this day, even if he did everything he could, no matter what happened...... When the academy arrived, a giant supernatural tree appeared as soon as the car got out of the car, and the academy was built on top of it. I heard that the academy was originally built on the ground, but since the annexation of an elven half-plane, scholars have found that the elven world tree can help them concentrate and increase efficiency, so they ......

The silver door of the academy gate is marked with a relief recording of an epic battle - the Battle of Tastra, the final battle between the Wood Spirit Realm and the Three Ancestral Demons, which finally ended with the sealing of the eternal trauma of Uramo, the exile of the endless reincarnation of Imoku, and the disappearance of the Butcher of Truth Kokire (the name is borrowed here) Jimmy looked at the magnificent relief and silently clenched his fists. "I'll send you here, goodbye, take care!" Falk waved his hand, and before Moss could speak, the whole person disappeared into thin air, "Take care." "All the freshmen immediately assemble in the square, and those who arrive late will be expelled" A loud voice resounded in his ears, and Moss was carried to the square by the crowd before he could find the source of the sound.

Five minutes later

All the new students had gathered in the square, and in the center of the square was a black stone tablet that exuded a mysterious atmosphere, and it was engraved with strange patterns, and Moss felt that the world was spinning as soon as he concentrated his mind, and he only looked away to see what he could understand: no matter how hard the stone was, it would be dust;

No matter how tempting wealth is, it will be worthless;

No matter how long life is, it will be a handful of dust;

In the glorious civilization will also be erased by time;

At the end of time, only the truth will last forever!

- "The Monument of Truth"