The disaster in the city of sunshine is truly over, and no more accidents have happened, but for the huge Candela Empire, the disaster has just begun.

Destroy the source of the calamity and stop the spread of filth throughout the province, this ...... It is only a means to treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

In the face of the surging torrent of darkness, these modest measures are of no avail.

Because this rampant catastrophe and the gradual silence of the world are just the influence of some being's instincts.

The high position of the Candela Empire has long been known.

The Radiant Emperor, the Eight Heavenly Pillars, and the cutting-edge scientific researchers, are doing their best to perfect the impossible...... Plan 0.

These have little to do with the teenagers and girls in the Nikko Welfare Institute.

"Teacher, it's definitely still somewhere, waiting for us!"

According to the arrangement of the City Lord's Mansion, they quickly withdrew from Xiaguang City and moved to a large city hundreds of kilometers away that had not been affected by the disaster.

And here, the Nikko Welfare House was rebuilt.

In a 1:1 ratio, the original site of the Nikko Welfare House has been reproduced.

- Before leaving, Chi Yan dismantled all the equipment and buildings in the welfare home that could be dismantled and taken away, which had a familiar atmosphere.

Liu Feng also agrees with this approach.

He believes that there is the power left by the teacher.

However, dismantling and moving the entire orphanage was a huge project, and he still asked the Lord of Dusty City to complete this arduous project.

The rebuilt Nikko Welfare Institute, the welfare benefits have risen again, and Chiyan, Liufeng and others have also entered the sight of the high positions of the empire. But in this welfare home with more than a dozen myths, the position of director has been vacant.

A few years later, the teenagers and girls in the welfare home ushered in the graduation period.

The commencement ceremony was unprecedented.

According to historical records, on that day, countless mythological streamers pierced the sky and landed in front of the gate of the Nikko Welfare Center. The guests who arrived also included demigods such as the Lord of Chenmiao City and Dean Philola. According to gossip, there are even high-ranking beings in the empire, who come to congratulate them in the form of consciousness.

It was only at this time that many of the mythical guests who had heard of the Nikko Welfare House were shocked to find out......

The number of teenagers and girls who graduated from the Nikko Welfare Center, the number of the myths of the Seven Senses...... More than you think!

You call this a welfare home?

Years have passed, and the once half-grown child has hardly seen the youthfulness.

Liu Feng carried a huge sword box on his back, dressed in a white robe, handsome, and a pair of eyes that were bright, which made many female myths look sideways.

An old instructor in the welfare institute said: "Many of these children have learned real skills from the dean, but only Liu Feng has inherited the dean's talent and appearance. ”

But

When these children graduate, what will happen to the Nikko Welfare Institute?

According to the convention, this group of students graduates and leaves the welfare home to go to the society, they should absorb a group of fresh blood to continue to cultivate and continue the inheritance.

The same is true of the operating rules of the top welfare institutions.

The difference is that the top welfare institutions can get the most potential students in the region.

But Nikko, you can't treat it as a top welfare home, even if Dean Fang is no longer there, there will still be many dignitaries and nobles, try their best to send their children here.

"You can't close the orphanage!"

Chi Yan shook his ears and said, not allowing anyone to refute it.

It carries the memories of more than 2,000 people in the welfare home, and it is true that no one wants to close it.

With everyone's current strength and status, it is not difficult to maintain a welfare home.

Not only do they have to maintain it, but they also have to continue the belief and inheritance of their teachers forever.

"Let's create another Higher Cultivation Academy!"

Liu Feng said, "Some of the younger siblings are not strong enough, rather than letting them set foot on the battlefield too early, it is better to let them cultivate for a while longer." ”

"Moreover, there is a higher education college that admits students from welfare institutions in various places, which is also more suitable for carrying forward the legacy of teachers."

"The teacher's inheritance is the strongest inheritance!"

Chi Yan was quite satisfied with this statement and voted absolutely in favor.

The third senior brother Xuan Bao looked at the two of them, "The second senior brother is right, the senior sister is right." ”

Naturally, the others agreed, and one by one they were already fantasizing in their minds about developing the academy to the point where Candela was the strongest.

Uh, they don't seem to have named the academy they're about to create?

"It's called the Sunlight Academy?" Liufeng Road.

Chi Yan stared at the blue sky, spending the most brain cells in her life, and she couldn't say anything: "No, it's called the Flame Academy!" ”

……

The Flame Academy was established.

In the Candela Empire, three or more myths are eligible to establish a Higher Cultivation Academy, and can receive a loan and financial support from the Empire.

That's in the past, though.

Today's empire is suffering from disasters everywhere, resources are already quite scarce, and many times they have to figure it out on their own.

Liu Feng came up with a solution.

Out of pocket.

They are young and not rich enough, but they are not poor to say.

"Before the teacher left, in addition to this book of destiny, he also left a lot of resources......

Grabbing Chi Yan's angry gaze, Liu Feng hurriedly said, "Of course, these resources are reserved for the cultivation of younger brothers and sisters, and they will never be sold, but over the years, we have gone to various places of trials and obtained a lot of treasures, and if we sell some casually, it will be enough to support the starting capital for the establishment of a higher academy." ”

"Yes vote."

Chiyan raised his hand.

Xuan Bao glanced at the two of them, and also raised his hand.

The young myth stacked his palms together, stood under the blue sky, and made a promise.

The establishment of the Torch Academy has caused a lot of waves.

After all, the three myths who jointly founded the academy are all top geniuses and peerless geniuses.

Thanks to this, the Torch Academy has gained a lot of students, and the operation of the college has been maintained in a healthy state.

In the position of dean, it is the Edgeworth Envoy Liufeng.

He was the second dean of the Flame Academy, and as for the first? There is no need to guess the myth of being born in Xiaguang City, they will never forget the noble, respectful, and majestic white-robed figure.

May there be no calamity in heaven.

……

There are more and more disasters in the real world.

The great Candela Empire is like an old man in his twilight years, with patches of gray growing on his body.

Some gray spots are like the city of glow, which is successfully removed, but even if they are removed, there are traces remaining, and more and more gray spots are growing in the land of Candela.

The world beyond Candela has long been eroded by darkness, plagues everywhere, and lives have been devastated.

Mortals are like ants.

The gods also mourned.

Inheriting the will of the Teacher, the purpose of the Torch Academy is to 'continue the inheritance of mankind' and 'fight against evil and evil'.

The strong men who walked out of the academy did not hesitate to devote themselves to the ferocious disaster confrontation war.

In this war, there is no way back!

In the third year of the establishment of the Torch Academy, the eighth year since the cultivation of the young girls in the welfare institute, the calamity war became more and more ferocious, the imperial border had to retreat thousands of kilometers, and the communication between the various provinces was also paralyzed.

This is the time of storm.

The Flame Academy has exported more strong people, one by one Six Senses masters, one by one young myths, active in various battlefields of the empire, slaying countless evil spirits, and making great achievements.

However, the battlefield is a place where life withers, and disasters are blind and dangers lurk.

In the autumn of the eighth year, on the second front in the east, three myths of the Flame Academy and dozens of six strong people of the Flame Academy died on the battlefield and returned to their hometowns.

In the summer of the ninth year, the defense of Tianmen City, the two Flame Myths fought to the death and died magnificently.

In the winter of the tenth year, the Blood Demon Lord descended on Dongning Harbor, and dozens of heroes and two myths of the fire died.

Eleventh year,

Twenty-first year,

In the year one hundred and eleven,

One hundred and sixty-seventh year,

A slender figure dressed in a gray robe with long hair tied up stood in front of the black monument and stared up at the names on it.

"Old friend, two more gone."

Liufeng sighed.

He had a face in his mid-thirties, and a handful of gray stubble. The years have not left too many traces on his face, and it is still enough to fascinate the appearance of thousands of young women, but his eyes are full of the vicissitudes of time.

"You must remember that this monument is the history of the Flame Academy."

"Don't forget history, don't forget...... The idea of the fire. ”

"Passing on the torch to mankind!"

He turned around and looked at two teenagers and a girl with a slightly green face.

They were his disciples, the youngest and most potential.

He has high hopes for the three disciples, but in this era, there is no time.

"When I see you, I think of the time when I was a teacher, I was very similar to you, immature, energetic, and fearless, trying in vain to become the strongest person in the world."

He was a little self-deprecating.

But in the eyes of the disciples, Teacher Liu Feng is the strongest.

In just over a hundred years, the Academy of Flames has been established as the premier institution of higher learning in the Candela Empire.

"No, you teachers and I have never been the strongest."

"Your master has an unattainable talent for fighting, and he has always sighed that he is inferior to his master. Even your third uncle is actually slightly better than being a teacher. ”

"It's too ordinary to be a teacher, so I took over the position of dean."

Speaking of the most familiar partner, Dean Liufeng's eyes were full of smiles, nostalgia, and ...... Endless sadness.

"It's normal for you to be unfamiliar."

"Your master, Uncle, traveled to the northern part of the empire thirty years ago to participate in a top-secret project, and I haven't seen her in thirty years. And your third uncle ......"

"He's a fool! Idiot! ”

"How did the teacher teach back then? Safety first, we must know how to save our lives, and only by living can we have a future! But he, a fool, is still fighting to the death in the face of a high-ranking existence! How could I have such a stupid junior brother! Stupidity! ”

Scolding and scolding, his eyes flashed with crystals.

The young and still majestic dean raised his head and looked at the blue sky.

"Harm, when people are old, they like to chatter, and this wind is a bit noisy."

The noisy wind blows across his cheeks, and a myth descends from the wind.

This myth is from the Ninth Legion, not from the Flame Academy, but in the face of this young dean who is much younger than him, the myth only has respect on his face.

"General Liufeng." The man came and gave a Candela military salute, "This is a confidential battle report from the front. ”

The young dean took the secret stone, and his mind probed in.

Semi-ring,

"Let's go." He said.

After thinking about it, he took out an old book from the storage vessel, leaving only the book cover and not even a single page, and handed it to his disciple.

"This book shouldn't be left in my hands and displayed in the academy's pavilion."

He laughed and walked away quickly.

Myths are keeping up.

After a pause, he said, "General, the Shadow Lord may descend outside Guyuan Fort at any time, what does the Legion Elder mean...... I hope you will visit Feiyungang. ”

"Guyuan Fort needs me more."

"But......" said Myth paused, "you have a much bigger future. ”

"Many people have the potential of my junior brother who is higher than me."

He looked at the sky.

The sky is azure and seems to have a face.

The memories of more than a hundred years ago floated in his heart, and he had some regrets.

"Maybe, I'm a fool too."

He rushed into the sky with his sword, breaking through the long night, and sprinkling the afterglow that belonged to the Torch Man.

……

The sun rises and sets, autumn goes to spring.

The once unchanging world environment is changing rapidly.

The grass withered, the sky darkened, the earth became gray and dead, and the sky was thick with gray mist.

The world is mourning.

can only try to maintain the last life, leaving a piece of life in the silent world, fighting against the ubiquitous darkness.

Intelligent life is also contending.

Humans, illusory spirits, nature spirits, sea creatures.

Newborn, Old Gods.

Good gods, evil gods.

Mountains and rivers are reversed, and continents are collapsing.

As the sun sets, the land of the glow of humanity continues to shrink.

One day, the setting sun never rose, and instead it was replaced by a red moon hanging high in the sky. Under the red moon, the earth was full of shadows, and the dark black shadows seemed to cover the whole world.

From the Candela Empire all the way north, far away, the land is covered with a thick layer of frozen soil, and the ice is like permanence. On this immortal ice, the setting sun diffuses the afterglow, as if dragging the whole world into decay and twilight.

Black River, Polar Night, Reincarnation, Despair......

The unspeakable terror gradually arose, and the world seemed to be divided.

Until......

The world fell silent again.

Whoop –

The waves are surging, and drops of water splash and fall, reflecting countless vast and deep scenes.

At first, he could still see the scenes of the reconstruction of the Nikko Welfare Institute and the establishment of the Torch Academy, but soon, the speed of the tide of time and space became faster and faster, and these vast scenes flew by like a glimpse of light, pushing his conscious body back to its original origin.

His consciousness froze.

Maybe a moment has passed, or maybe he has been swimming in the long river of time and space for tens of thousands of years, and what awakens his consciousness is the long aftersound echoing in his mind.

"Ding ——!"

"Hint: The dungeon 'Embers of Dusk' has ended, the timeline has returned to normal, and it is being settled......

Bang~

Fang You is down-to-earth.

Gradually came back to his senses from the trance, and opened his eyes with a little difficulty.

This glance, 10,000 years.

I was so excited and insomnia after writing yesterday that I was so short today that it should be reasonable...... bar

(End of chapter)