Located in the lower realm, there is a continent in a certain universe in the human realm to which the seventh god realm belongs, called the Magic Continent.

The Magic Continent, as the name suggests, is a magical world full of magic and magic.

Magic is everything on this continent, you can juggle magic to make money, you can win glory with magic, you can cure people with magic, you can use magic to defeat your enemies.

You can even use magic to get a glimpse into the secrets of the world if you're willing to pay a little bit, but no one knows how much this bit is.

All in all, on this continent, as long as you have magic, as long as you use magic enough, it will be convenient to do whatever you want.

Of course, you can use magic to wage war or something, but no one would have done that two thousand years ago, because of the existence of the Holy of Holies.

The Holy Land is located in the center of the continent, occupying only a radius of ten miles, but maintaining the tranquility of the entire continent.

No one knows where it came from, but when the continent was in chaos two thousand years ago due to wars between countries, it suddenly appeared to put an end to all strife, forged the present peace, and set the same rules for two thousand years.

Since its appearance, it has been stipulated that all disputes on the continent must be resolved by magical battles in addition to peaceful settlement, and from then on, except for petty gangster fights, those individual or group negotiations, conflicts between magicians, conflicts between nobles, and even territorial plundering between countries, can be resolved in the form of magical battles.

No one knows how the Holy Land did this, and no one knows why it did it, ending all the wars on the continent, setting rules that no one could break, and how it was maintained.

There are all kinds of legends about these things, but there is no official record.

Magical battles have also become a designated means for magic apprentices to show their cultivation results, and for the country to show its national strength.

Competitions between academies, trials between apprentices, and advanced assessments of magic will be conducted within the academy, and the dean of the academy will determine the results.

The contest of nations is a big competition every five years, when both large and small countries on the Magic Continent will participate in it to show their national strength, and the Holy Land will also come to watch the game.

On the Magical Continent, the Academy of Magic is the main facility for teaching magic, and it is the only facility that is legal, recognized by the Holy of Holies.

Every country will have a national college, as well as branches all over the country, and the national college is the main college.

The dean of the main house must be the most respected magician in the country, and has the same rights as the king, and even the king sometimes listens to him, because basically the king's teacher is the dean, and the students will not listen to the teacher.

The dean of the branch is served by a seventh-order magician, the seventh order is already a very high rank, and the vast majority of magicians can only have the level of the fourth order in their lifetime, and the rest can reach the fifth or sixth order It is already considered an elite genius, so it is more than enough for a seventh-order mage to serve as the president of the branch.

...

In a branch of the Land of Wind, the third largest country in the Magic Continent, Dean Cires was as always, enjoying a quiet afternoon.

She squinted her eyes slightly, crossed her hands on her chest, leaned back slightly, leaned lazily on the back chair, the sunlight outside the window sprinkled on her face through the glass, and her already beautiful face was even more moving.

On the table in front of her, there were several heavy books on the right hand side, and on the left hand side were unread archives, and in the center of the table was a piece of paper in the position of Ciris, and on the top line of this paper were written two words - Aeolus God.

The word "Fengshen" has been annoying her for more than ten years, and it is for these two words that she adopted the child, planned the overall situation for more than ten years, gave up the magic of being the first in the original continent, and came to this country college as the dean.

Of course, if it's for what is buried beneath the academy, then it's all worth it.

Cyris turned his gaze to those two words, as if remembering something, laughed self-deprecatingly, and said:

"Everything is in place, when will the gears that move the world turn?...... Well...... Craving for coffee......"

The academy where Ciris is located is called the Wind Sword Academy, and this academy is very special, it is divided into two parts, north and south, by a street.

The men's college to the south has only male students, and the women's college to the north has only female students, and it seems that this college was designed in this way from the beginning of its establishment, and there is no second one in the whole continent.

That's not all, after Ciris served as the dean ten years ago, he had a conflict with the original dean Amibo, and since then the men's hospital has been managed by Amibo, and the women's hospital has been under Ciris.

In this way, the Wind Sword Academy had two seventh-order magician deans, and the teachers who taught the students were also divided into two batches, and the Wind Sword Academy changed from one to two.

Generally, there can only be one dean in a branch academy regardless of their grade, because seventh-order magicians are all talents among talents, and it is really a waste to have two seventh-order deans to be the deans of one academy.

Cirith and Amy Bo's approach was unprecedented, and they even alarmed His Majesty the King of the Land of Wind, but then somehow they didn't do it.

Recently, Ciris wanted to merge the two houses, gather all the teachers, and teach the students together, which is also for her purpose, but after a few days, Amy Bo still hasn't answered, and she doesn't know what her plans are.

But there is a more special place in this academy, in the underground of this academy is a ruin, the entrance to the ruins is in the garden to the east of the women's courtyard, hidden by Cirius with magic, as long as you are not a higher level of magicians than Ciris, or people who have a very deep study of hidden magic, it is impossible to find this entrance.

The garden faced the window of the dean's office, and looking out through this window, the entire garden could be viewed, including the entrance to the ruins.

For the past ten years, Ciris has watched every move at the entrance through this window, not like he is watching, but more like waiting for something.

The ruins are actually empty, except for a sword stuck in a stone, which can be seen from the entrance down the stone stairs.

This sword looks very inconspicuous from the outside, neither the hilt nor the body of the sword is decorated with any patterns, even the white sword used by ordinary soldiers is more valuable than it seems.

But it's such a sword, and no one has ever been able to pull it out.

Knowing that this sword exists are all strong people who can rank in the top ten in the Magic Power Continent, none of these people can shake this sword at all, not Ciris, who was in the strongest state demigod back then, and neither can the messenger of the Holy Land who ended the strife on the continent.

And no one has ever been able to cross the sword and enter the stone gate behind the sword, and whenever something wants to approach the stone gate, the sword will fly out on its own and cut it open in an instant, no matter what it is, so no one knows what is behind the door.

Cirith also tried to enter the place behind the stone gate directly from other directions, such as opening a hole directly in the ground above, but was stopped by this sword, as if the only purpose of this sword was to protect what was behind the stone gate.

Fortunately, those who made these attempts were all old foxes, otherwise any random person would definitely be cut into two pieces by this sword.

So what is behind this stone gate?

...

"Where am I?"

The unconscious creator god finally woke up, and he lay on the stone bed, looking at the dripping rocks above the stone chamber, and couldn't help but ask.

The stone chamber where the creator god is located is buried deep in the ground, and it is impossible for light to shine in, it should be pitch black, but there are dozens of faint blue flames floating around the stone chamber, illuminating the entire stone chamber brightly, and there is not even a shadow.

The creator god sat up from the stone bed, looked at the stone gate in front of him, and pondered, why am I in a coma? Why am I here? Am I not supposed to be in the creation of the world? Why does this world seem to have been created? Where did the world and the key go? Who did it? Who made this world like this......

Countless questions appeared in the mind of the creator god, he couldn't tell what was going on, if the Rubik's Cube was still in his hands, he could fully grasp all the information of this world, but now the Rubik's Cube is gone, the key is gone, he can't find any connection between himself and the world.

However, he knows very well that he is still the world administrator, he is still the creator god, as long as he is still the creator god, then his divine power is the highest except for time, if you want to know what is going on, you just need to find the boundary heart of this realm, and he has the authority to use all the boundary hearts.

So, he looked up at the ceiling of the stone chamber, raised his right hand, and waved it gently.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the earth began to shake violently, and the rubble kept falling, and the small stone chamber was filled with stones, and miraculously, not a single piece of rubble fell at the feet of the creator god.

Soon the shaking stopped, and the sunlight shone into the stone chamber and sprinkled on the body of the creator god, making him feel so comfortable.

Then the creator god disappeared from the spot, appeared in the garden, looked at the frightened crowd around him, smiled slightly, and said:

"The weather today is really nice. ”

In the dean's room, Ciris brought the freshly brewed fragrant coffee to his mouth, and was about to taste it carefully and enjoy the comfortable life of the dean, but because of the shaking of the earth, the whole cup of coffee was spilled on the ground.

But she didn't have the slightest regret, even if it was a fine product that only the royal family could have the privilege of trying, and she rushed to the window excitedly, staring at the surrounded figure in the garden, as if to see through him in its entirety, and imprint him in her mind.

I've been waiting for 10 years! I've been waiting for 10 years! You've finally appeared.

After confirming the facts, Cirith calmed down his excitement, sat back in his chair, picked up the piece of paper with the word Aeolus written on it, read the contents of the paper, and finally destroyed it with a little magic.

At the same time, Amy Bo, who was in the dean's room of the men's college, also felt a slight shaking, and he was discussing the merger of the two houses with the best student of the men's college, who was also his only introductory disciple.

Amy Bo had wanted to merge the two houses for a long time, but there was a reason why he couldn't make this decision, and now that he felt the shake, he understood that it was no longer a reason.

Without waiting for his student to recover, Amy Bo grabbed his student by the shoulder and said:

"It's decided, let's discuss the matter to be dealt with now, I want the two houses to merge. ”

Of course, the student also felt the movement, and was thinking about what had happened, and was a little distracted, when he heard his teacher suddenly say this, he didn't react for a while, and asked:

"What? What are you going to eat?"

At the National Academy, the dean, who was lecturing, suddenly looked out the window to the south, smiled mysteriously, and then continued to lecture.

This move attracted a lot of discussion in the eyes of the students, and even rumors of the dean's dementia flowed, but the rumors were quickly dispelled.

In the Holy of Holies, in a glorious hall, stood three people side by side, each dressed in rich robes and hats covering their faces, so that it was impossible to see what they looked like.

The man standing in the middle took a few steps forward, turned to look at the other two, and said:

"The world is already turning. ”