Yi Qiu and Emma talked for an afternoon, and they discussed a lot of topics.

From Emma's adventurous journey over the past hundred years, to Yi Qiu's experience of slaughtering gods over the years.

From the situation of the first batch of students of the Academy of Magic, to the achievements of Yi Qiu's disciples today.

From the changes of the times to the passing of the deceased......

For Emma, Yi Qiu is one of the few people she can talk to.

She didn't like to talk because it would make her feel weak.

Moreover, those fragile beings simply could not arouse her interest in conversation.

In the decades before, Emma had also been passionate about educating about magic.

But it wasn't until she attended a student funeral for the first time that she realized something cold and harsh.

That is: the more energy and affection she puts into these students.

Then when they died, the pain and regret she suffered became even heavier.

Against the backdrop of a long period of time, it's hard to say what kind of sentiment this is.

Perhaps with the fermentation of time, it will gradually be given other flavors.

But Emma still doesn't like it......

She is a fire, blazing as the sun.

The roaring veins in her body determined that she would not give in to those things she judged to be weak......

"I've been here for too long......"

Emma touched the wall, which was already showing some real mottled marks.

The inferior traces of old age on it now look very nostalgic.

She remembered the time when she was building the academy bit by bit, and she still remembered the smiling, proud faces......

They called her the dean......

"If you feel sleepy, go and rest, they don't have to grow under your wing......"

Yi Qiu looked at Emma, he and hers naturally had different thoughts.

Of course, this may be why he is not suitable as a teacher.

"Maybe?"

"I do want to get some sleep, though."

"The blood in my body has been urging me too, I think it's time......"

Emma stretched lazily.

The closer the bloodline gets to the dragon, the more its habits become in the bloodline.

Just like now, Emma doesn't need regular sleep.

For dragons and their bloodlines, the so-called "regular" sleep is measured in years.

"What about you?"

"What's new?"

Emma stared at Yi Qiu, the pinnacle of their group.

Only those who have faced the horror of evil creatures and the power of the gods can understand the concept of transcendence.

Emma used to know something about Yi Qiu's world.

But then, it swelled completely at an unattainable rate.

Since then, Emma has never been able to see the vastness of the world......

"Continuing what hasn't been done before......"

Yi Qiu said as he sensed the unknown active tissue in his body that was gradually increasing over time.

This number of unknown active tissues is still a long way from constructing the faintest concept of divinity.

Of course, if you compare the number of previously unknown active tissues, this 100-year growth is enormous.

From a state that could only be observed with the help of relevant fine instruments.

It has grown to the point where it can be clearly observed with the naked eye.

The real feedback in terms of numbers is very staggering.

Of course, there are no longer a few plane cores consumed for this.

During his meditation practice, Yi Qiu did not engage in a new round of hunting.

And this means that his plane core cannot be captured further.

However, based on his previous hunting activities, he still has a lot of remnants of the plane core.

And a hundred years was enough time for him to consume these plane cores.

At present, Yi Qiu's life state has reached 219 standard years.

His current base life form has reached 50.72 meters.

In a way, this change in his life has reached a very striking level.

With the exception of dragons and other races that are born with body size information, there are very few lives that can have such growth.

And under this kind of rapid growth, the price is undoubtedly expensive......

"I need more ......"

Yi Qiu raised his head and looked into the distant void through the walls of the ancient castle and said.

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"Why are we here?"

Numu's breath was a little short, and he asked in confusion towards the sea of consciousness.

"Because this is the place where you can gain supreme power......"

Looking at the layers of sky above, he said slowly.

It knows that there is there—the origin of an epic, the origin of a myth......

It was in that lonely temple that stood in the sky that the Godslayer plumped up his wings.

However, even if you know that in another realm, this nameless temple has a more terrifying and terrifying symbol.

It is worth mentioning that because the one did not name the temple.

Therefore, even if future generations are full of doubts about this, it has not changed its current situation.

But in the dark realm, it has been given many terrifying names.

Among them, there are also malicious titles such as "the land of evil things" or "the destination of evil things" that are full of ridicule.

More often than not, the creatures of darkness refer to it as the "Evil Prison".

A name that is not so bells and whistles, but with a certain sense of desperation.

A hundred years of continuous death is enough to completely annihilate the essence of an evil thing.

And here, the first truly and completely dead evil creature will be remembered by the dark world - the shadow of the food - Nordabra......

The evil creatures thought it was a brave creature, and it brazenly demonstrated its will to the terrifying being.

Of course, there are many more in the dark who claim to be a complete fool.

After all, this is also the first legendary cult to die completely in the cult prison so far.

Even though he knew that there were evil creatures who tried to stop the rescue before.

Of course, it's not clear what they think about it.

Later, however, the mass deaths of the exotic gods calmed them down.

In the astral realm, which is filled with the corpses of gods, they know what kind of existence they are facing.

It is said that many evil creatures are full of malicious speculation that those piled up corpses will give birth to some kind of twisted and terrifying existence.

For now, though, the concern should be the existence of a distortion that has not yet been born......

"But there's nothing here......"

Num looked around, and this seemed to be a very ordinary wilderness.

However, the snow-capped snow-capped mountains not far away seem to have more artistic conception.

"No, there's a pillar here......"

"And all you have to do is climb up ......"

With the sound of Zong, a huge column suddenly appeared in front of Nu Mu's eyes that stretched all the way to the sky!

The cylinder seems to be carved with some strange patterns, which makes people a little intimidating......

"Climb up?"

Num's voice was filled with some confusion, and he looked up, and the extended column had sunk into the thick white clouds.

Then, it disappeared into the blue sky......