Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

The world of Aian will be destroyed in three hundred and fifty years.

This is the fact revealed by Mingxiao’s ‘perfect deduction’.

Even if he is buried under the mountain, Dawn in the solid iron coffin will die because of this, which is enough to prove how grand the destruction was.

Su Zhou didn't know why Dawn's perfection was a 'peaceful death', but sometimes he could understand that the Book of Prajna was not entirely correct.

"Burn all things, so that both the Holy Sun and the Demonic Moon fall, and the world collapses..."

Sitting in the empty classroom, Su Zhou looked up at the ceiling of the ship's room and said to himself: "Obviously, no matter what his thoughts are, what he did did not really save the world. .”

"Of course, it's possible that there's nothing we can do. After all, the time for the Holy Sun to shine is indeed getting shorter and shorter."

In fact, it’s not just Mingxiao but also people around him like Master Suiguang.

Su Zhou even used the Book of Prajna to check information about enemies with whom he had in-depth exchanges, such as Count Ayvind.

An ordinary and arrogant nobleman, who had experienced on the battlefield, inherited the title, and continued to live unscrupulously like his ancestors, treating the people as his assets.

There was nothing surprising. The only thing worth paying attention to was that even if Su Zhou didn't kill him, in the original history, Earl Ayvind would die in the next few years.

And the cause of his death was actually the familiar Asmodai XIII.

[Perfect deduction (error): ...In the end, because Asmodai XIII took back the soul fragments of the Burning Root and the Dusk Dragon, his soul withered and died. 】

It's quite funny - the nobleman who was most loyal to the royal family eventually died because the emperor took away his power.

Well, it can't be called funny, because this kind of thing is so common.

"The roots of the firewood... Obviously, the roots have appeared, which is enough to prove that they are indeed the roots of the sacred tree."

"Burning fire, is this the name of the sacred tree?"

Su Zhou thought.

The roots of the sacred tree, the soul-burning torch, and the soul fragments of the Dragon of Dusk... The world of Aian is indeed a battlefield between World Tree and Dusk. At present, it seems that Dusk has won and the sacred tree has died.

However, there are still things like roots that remain.

His Majesty the Emperor, who is known as the Sun Emperor, may be a member of the Twilight Family - whether he is secretly cooperating with the two organizations that directly believe in the Twilight Dragon, Winter Risk, or even possessing such a thing as the Twilight Mark. It's enough to prove his weirdness.

But it seems that it is not pure. After all, the root of burning fuel is also a symbol of the sacred tree.

Holding both the Divine Tree and the Divine Artifact of Dusk, this guy's true purpose is definitely not simple.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

Su Zhou said to himself, his tone confused. But after thinking about it, he still shook his head: "But it's basically an enemy... No matter what he wants to do, I will stop him."

At this moment, the sky has slowly dimmed.

Just when Su Zhou was thinking about the future situation of this world, the light of the Holy Sun, which was gradually falling from the middle of the sky, suddenly dimmed for an insignificant moment.

At this moment, it is basically impossible for ordinary people to detect it. Even the most keen people just feel that there is a flash in front of their eyes, and a frame of light is missing - they will not think that there is something wrong with the Holy Sun, but that there is something wrong with their own eyes. Something went wrong.

But for professionals, they can feel the momentary fluctuation of source energy that occurs when the light is cut off.

In an instant, Su Zhou came to the window of Chuyao Ship and opened it.

He raised his head and looked up into the sky solemnly.

The strong wind stirred up the clouds in the sky, causing the howling wind to stir on both sides of the battleship and pour into the ship. Su Zhou stared at the zenith.

Not only that, whether it was Dawn, Suiguang, or the children in other orphanages, they all subconsciously raised their heads and looked to the sky at the spectacular scene.

On the top of the sky, the holy sun shines brightly, and several bright points of light shatter and scatter from the mighty light source, turning into flying stars, streaking across the sky, and falling into the world!

[Meteor, meteor? ! 】

Sui Guang was on the deck at the moment, studying the perfect metal material that Su Zhou had blessed. But now, he put down the survey tools in his hands and looked at the sky. There was even a trace of noise in the mechanical sound line: [For decades, Did a meteor appear again? 】

[Meteorites appear more and more frequently, which is not a good sign...]

"Holy Sun Meteor..."

Ming Xing used the observation lens of the research ship to lock the orbit of the meteorite. She quickly determined the theoretical direction of the fall of these meteorites: "One is north, one is in the middle, and one is in the east... They are all a bit far away from us."

"Speaking of it, I really miss it... In the past era, every time the Holy Sun Meteorite appeared, it was a grand celebration..."

With such emotion, Mingxiao couldn't help but fall into silence, as if he was beginning to recall the past.

The children's ideas are even simpler.

Having never seen a meteorite, they just waved curiously and cheerfully at the light spots and tail flames in the sky, as if they wanted to say hello to the shining bright spot.

Three meteorites, three arcs of light, fell in three locations respectively.

Soon, because of this incident, Su Zhou and Sui Guang came to the captain's room.

[Seventh, the Thirteenth Army is dispatched. 】

As soon as they met, Suiguang briefly and comprehensively stated the information he had just obtained from the channels of the Chasing Light Order: [They are speeding towards the place where the meteorite fell... The last time a meteorite appeared was forty-five years ago, the meteorite fell in Mongolia. The east side of the Tarsini Mountains was captured by the First and Third Armies defending the imperial capital. 】

[Now it seems that the Holy Sun Meteor in the center will still be obtained by the empire, but the northern one is not clear. According to the trajectory calculated by Ms. Dawn, it fell at the junction of the Yanshuang Army and the Rimu Tribe - this will inevitably cause A war between two forces that were already in a stalemate. 】

The Winter Sunset Tribe is a barbarian tribe that worships the Dragon of Dusk. They are also humans, but they live in the wild north all year round and coexist with numerous energy beasts. They are the biggest enemies of the civilized world of Aian.

The empire is constantly changing, but the enemies of the empire have not changed. The barbarians will always exist. Even if they are defeated, it is impossible to go deep into the blizzard in the north to annihilate them.

The Yanshuang Army is a large independent warlord located in the northeast of the empire. It was independently formed by the soldiers and civilians of the Northeast who were abandoned by the empire. It aims to resist the barbarian invasion. The original Yanshuang Army was also considered a rebel force of the empire, but I don’t know when Since then, the two sides have begun to have a cooperative relationship. It is not a province, but it is indeed an autonomous region.

Suiguang's explanation and the map information provided by Mingxiao could already reveal many things. After Su Zhou had a rough understanding, he said thoughtfully: "So, no one went to the Holy Sun meteorite in the east at the first time. Do you care?"

[It cannot be said that no one cares about it, but the direction of its fall is in the sea. Except for the Tianlong nobles, no one has the ability to salvage the meteorite in the sea. 】

Sui Guang stretched out his hand and pointed to the sea, and explained: [Although the empire is strong, there are hidden dangers since the founding of the country, so the local nobles are very powerful - the areas that the royal family can directly control are the western, central regions, and parts of the north and south regions. 】

[In the southeast and two directions, the control of the empire is relatively weak, because they are the descendants of the great nobles who originally supported the Asmodai family to replace the Sol Empire. They have extremely high autonomy, which is the requirement of the original contract. 】

"Collecting the fragments of the Holy Day, I understand that."

Dawn nodded slightly at this moment, and the half-goblin flapped his butterfly wings in confusion: "But why does this all seem like starting a war? Is it necessary?"

"Besides being able to create source energy engines, Holy Sun Crystals can't do anything else. And hasn't this generation of Aian civilization already developed the brand new source energy engines?"

Of course she had questions.

In response, Su Zhou and Sui Guang looked at each other.

This is also their strange problem.

The Empire certainly has the ability to use Holy Sun crystals to create source energy engines, but it still chooses to use soul source energy engines.

The reason is also very simple. Compared with the rare Holy Sun Crystal, the souls of demonized people are more common and more 'recyclable'.

Since there is no intention to use the Holy Sun Crystal to build the engine, it is nothing more than a very powerful energy source and energy source that can speed up cultivation... But the acceleration of this thing is extremely limited, at least the efficiency and the preciousness are not proportional at all.

That's it for the Yanshuang Army and the two barbarian tribes. They don't have enough background. The Holy Sun Crystal is indeed a good thing and always has a use.

But what is the purpose of the empire directly dispatching two major armies to ensure that it is obtained as soon as possible?

There is currently no answer to this question.

But even if you are guessing, you know that there is an important reason behind this that no one knows.

"Don't even think about the Holy Sun Crystals in the north and central part. Even if you try to grab them now, it's too late."

Su Zhou stretched out his hand and carefully clicked on the south and east points on the map: "But the one in the east may not have no chance."

What he clicked was exactly where the Chu Yao ship and the crystal fell.

【...You want to get that Holy Sun Crystal? 】

Hearing Su Zhou's words, Sui Guang couldn't help but turned his head and looked at Su Zhou, and the man nodded and said: "Analyzing the current situation of Shengri, we need one after all - when the time comes, it will be a good time for Dawn to take a look at the current Shengri. What is the difference between the fragments and the fragments of holy days in the past?"

"But we are not in a hurry. We still need to go to the southern city-state to buy some supplies - dozens of children eat too much, and it is impossible to go hunting all the time. We need to prepare some food reserves, as well as related Clothes, teaching materials.”

Having said this, Su Zhou looked at Sui Guang and said seriously: "Master Sui Guang, do you really not need to report the current situation to the Chasing Light Order?"

"Although the news of the exploration team has not spread yet, the fact that I appeared in Ayvind City again and killed Earl Ayvind will soon spread all over the country - if we don't say it, the religious group will say They may think you have rebelled, or are dead.”

[...Indeed, I should go back. Whether it is Ms. Dawn, the Chuyao Ship, or Professor Sweetley, they are all very important information and should be reported to the Order. 】

Sui Guang frowned slightly, and then said in a deep voice: [However, now I have discovered the truth hidden behind the empire... What do they want to do? Why is there so much urgency in persecuting demonizers? What is the Tower of Babel that the Sun Emperor is building for? Most importantly, what will happen to ordinary people on this land because of these actions? 】

[If I don’t understand this, my actions will be meaningless - and the Order currently has a deep cooperative relationship with the Empire. After returning to the Order, I will not be able to explore like I am now. 】

[So now, I would rather remain silent and be a dead person. After I find the truth, I will definitely return to the cult and report to the leader. 】

Sui Guang's tone was firm.

Because of Su Zhou's existence, he was determined to understand the unsolved mysteries that happened in the shadow of the empire and better help all demonizers and ordinary people.

He believed that Su Zhou could solve this problem, and Su Zhou also proved with his actions that he had the power.

This is true whether it is killing Earl Ayvind or creating the Ember Heart Technique.

Su Zhou was naturally very moved by this trust.

But he still had to speak and reminded the other party: "Master Suiguang, when we left the ruins, I had already unlocked the 'Devil Virus Special for Riddler' in you. There is no need for you to speak so clearly and plainly."

【Huh? 】

In an instant, Master Suiguang, who subconsciously expressed all his thoughts, could not help but be slightly startled, causing Liming beside him to chuckle lightly.

The Chuyao battleship is still moving, and as it gradually moves towards the south, more mobile battleships and mobile cities can be seen.

The continent of Aian is quite huge. In terms of surface area, it is even larger than the earth.

Even more so when you include the ocean.

In such a vast land, there are many dangerous beasts and monsters. If they do not rely on huge armed merchant ships as communication channels, ordinary small caravans will probably be swallowed up by darkness as long as they leave villages and towns.

Even heavily armed villages and towns may disappear overnight.

Whether it's natural disasters, wild beasts, or human hearts, everything is too dark... That's why there are mobile cities that are constantly moving, chasing the light.

Each mobile city has its own fixed trajectory, with subordinate fixed villages and towns as resource points. As the core of a region, it revitalizes the entire civilized ecology.

Of course, there are mobile mining cities that reclaim mountains and conduct wilderness mining, but such cities are extremely rare, and only large empires have this kind of productivity.

All in all, most mobile cities are difficult to be self-sufficient and must rely on resource supplies from fixed villages.

If you want to develop or make some changes, you need to trade with each other: this also leads to the prosperity of commerce. The latest technology is definitely not used in the army, but in commercial ships.

Of course, Su Zhou didn't have much currency on him, and he was the de facto leader of the Chuyao Ship. If he wanted to maintain the needs of the entire Chuyao Ship and Xiguang Orphanage, he would need a lot of supplies.

[Professor, I need some alchemy equipment and materials - you know, I am an alchemy craftsman, even to maintain my own body, I need these things. 】

This was Master Suiguang's straightforward request. He showed Su Zhou his somewhat rusty joints and bent mechanical skeleton.

Some of the structural damage was done by Su Zhou himself.

This was a reasonable request, and Su Zhou agreed.

"Mr. Sweetley, although the Chu Yao ship is well protected, it still needs a thorough self-inspection if it wants to operate normally - you should understand the resources and tools required for this, right?"

Of course Su Zhou understood. He looked helplessly at Dawn with a smile, as if he was imagining what the alchemy tools of this era would look like, and then took out a list: "Although, you asked for too many supplies - and why?" Want to purchase twelve Originium cannons? Its power is really hard to compliment."

"A comparison of the armed technologies of civilizations across multiple eras! This is also a necessity!"

It was difficult for the man to understand the Silver Fairy's obsession with weapons, but he saw it as the manifestation of his uneasiness in the new era, so he agreed.

If you need supplies, you need to buy or exchange them.

But the money is far from enough.

Professor Sweetley was not poor, and he was not poor even if he could support an orphanage. However, the supplies required by Suiguang and Dawn cost nearly one million imperial coins each time, which was not something that could be conjured.

But just when Su Zhou was really thinking about whether he needed to find a noble who was ruthless to get rich, Sui Guang told him a piece of information.

According to him, the recent period has been the 'year-end auction' period before the New Year in the South. The major chambers of commerce in the coastal city will put out treasures for auction in order to create a New Year's Eve atmosphere.

This is the grandest commercial carnival in the entire Southeast Asia.

If you want to obtain treasures or get some rare supplies, now is a good time.

In the same way, if you want to make a quick buck, just bring ‘treasures’.

And Su Zhou has never been short of treasures - what he is best at is turning waste into treasure.

This time, what Su Zhou planned to auction in the name of Master Suiguang was the perfect metal produced by himself.

Perfect metal transformed with immortal precision and metal abilities is the most perfect material for precision instruments and the basic material for various high-end armors. Su Zhou believes that this will definitely attract discerning businessmen at the auction. The looting brought a large amount of resources to the Chu Yao ship.

As for why he is a discerning businessman...because businessmen without discernment either cannot see the importance of perfect metal, or they think Su Zhou is easy to bully and plan to rob him without paying him.

Then there is nothing more to say.

The battleship was sailing, with its destination in front of it, the coastal capital in the south.

With extraordinary eyesight, one can vaguely see the popular smoke columns rising from the sea in the distance, as well as the dots of giant ships in the sea that are shining with the light of source energy.

Prosperity, prosperity, and... very little malice.

That is a completely different city from Ayvind City.

"Is there a commercial city where demonized people can live on equal terms with ordinary people..."

Looking at all this, Su Zhou chuckled and said to himself: "I'm looking forward to it."

They are coming.

…

The humid air along the southern coast is usually inconspicuous, until the arrival of winter turns it into cold tentacles, climbing on exposed skin and spreading deep into people's necks.

When Seneca woke up from the cabin of the Chuyao ship, he coughed, then subconsciously raised his hand and touched his left eye because of a numb and itchy feeling.

The touch that should have been like a rock changed, and there was a faint frosting feeling, like touching rough sandpaper. Although it was still difficult to touch, it was already considered soft.

Even because of the southern air, the sandpaper-like skin seemed to feel a little moist.

Seneca never liked moisture, nor rain. Before being adopted by Professor Sweetley, he had been living with his single mother in a small town next to a lake on the edge of the southern border. The life was not comfortable, but it was not considered poor.

The drought a few years ago caused the lake to dry up. The wealthy households and landowners in the village fled in a hurry. There were only a few people left in the whole village. Even the wandering hungry people did not bother to come to this obviously dilapidated and empty small village. The town was plundered, so Seneca and his mother, who had a beautiful singing voice, hid in the village and fed on the collected morning dew and some muddy insects accumulated at the bottom of the lake.

Survival is always difficult, and the two of them depend on each other. In fact, these days are no more impoverished than the daily life of singing and singing, and they are even more self-reliant.

Seneca didn't feel any sadness in such days, and even felt quite free and happy. He ran with a smile in the deserted streets, while his mother stood at the door of the house, watching everything with a smile.

Until it rains, a heavy rain.

The impact of the natural disaster was blown away by the powerful typhoon. The fine dust and yellow sand floating in the air were knocked down by the rain. The dust mist suspended in the air turned into muddy water among the rising water vapor. Everyone's dry and wrinkled skin began to It became moist again, and muddy rivers reappeared on the earth, eventually filling the depressions of the originally dry lakes with filthy muddy water.

At the same time as the rain and strong wind returned, there were also wealthy households and landowners.

The drought that lasted for several years was over, and the land became valuable again. Naturally, these people could not give up their wealth, so they returned - they were angry that their property had been ravaged by natural disasters and refugees, and they also realized that the Seneca family had Without dying, he began to direct his anger towards the powerless child and a weak woman.

In the final analysis, they are just demonizers.

In order to protect her children, Seneca's mother used her demonic power. Her beautiful singing voice made everyone feel dazed, but as soon as the singing stopped, the effect would end.

The woman signaled her children to run away with her eyes, and the singing could still be heard clearly even after Seneca left the village.

The mother died - the drought did not make Seneca an orphan, but a rain and an ugly heart killed his mother.

Moreover, the town was eventually abandoned, and it would take more than ten years for the energy pollution caused by natural disasters to be eliminated. Although those people could wait for more than ten years, they still had industries in other places, so they naturally shifted their goals.

Gradually, the originally prosperous villages and towns turned into ghosts where only a few families lived.

This is also the inevitable fate of all fixed villages in the world of Aian.

As long as there is a natural disaster, all wealth and meaning will disappear, people will disperse, and memories will be completely wiped out, dissipated in the howling of rain and wind.

Seneca, who had escaped the disaster, wandered around the abandoned villages and towns. His demonic energy ability and outstanding survival ability allowed him to live alone, just like he did during the drought. But compared with then, he no longer knew this. Nowhere on this earth is my home and destination, and even living seems meaningless.

After that, a white-haired professor came here.

It was still raining heavily that day. The old man originally wanted to come here to visit an old friend, an old mage who should live in seclusion here, but he sighed with sadness because of the abandonment of the village.

Seneca had a vague impression of the strange old man who could distribute candies, so he took the initiative to show up and took the surprised old man to the mage's grave.

The carvings on the tomb were still clear, and the names and biographies were also detailed. Seneca saw the tall, white-haired professor standing in front of the tombstone, letting the rain soak into his robes and clothes. The old man closed his eyes tightly, but there were drops of water on his cheeks.

He cried loudly for some reason, but the left side of Yan Hua's face was so numb that he couldn't even shed tears.

Later, he was adopted by Professor Sweetley and became the eldest brother of Xiguang Orphanage.

Seneca, the oldest and most mature, has always been the one to take care of the children. He inherited his mother's beauty and his father's ability to know where he is, whether he is alive or dead. His blood is close to rain and water. , but every heavy rain will remind him of the painful memories of the past.

"Brother Seneca, are you smiling?"

At this moment, the child, who was already considered a teenager, heard a familiar voice.

Seneca raised his head, and he saw Loya's clear blue pupils, which were like gems. The sharp diamond-shaped pupils were the characteristics of elves.

But Loya did not have the innate elegance that the elf bloodline should have. He could only see a sense of naivety on the little guy's face: "What happy thing do you think of? Is it the steamed pork with rice noodles yesterday? The dean is very rare. Cooking, I didn’t expect his cooking to be so delicious!”

Of course, Loya is not stupid. On the contrary, he is very smart, even too smart. Among all the people in the past, only Loya can fully understand all the knowledge the professor said. He is like a sponge. As long as Sweet Whatever Professor Lei teaches, he can absorb.

But that doesn't stop him from being very naive emotionally.

"...I just want to eat."

Getting up quite speechlessly, Seneca stretched out his finger and flicked the white-haired boy's head, causing him to sit down and scream in pain.

He sat cross-legged on his bed, changed his clothes angrily and said, "Why did you wake me up? Isn't it rest time today? It's only seven o'clock in the morning, right?"

"It's the professor who said that he has something to do with me, you, and Gasha today!"

He stood up with his forehead aggrieved. When Luo Ya spoke about the professor's words, he subconsciously imitated his serious tone: "Luo Ya, please run over and tell them to come to my room before 8:30." .”

"……Fine."

Sighing, Seneca, who had already changed his clothes, got up and straightened his hair: "Where's Gaza?"

"……I'm here."

Following the sound, a dragon boy with black hair and golden eyes slowly walked out of the shadow of the door.

Seneca couldn't help but look sideways.

Gasha and Luo Ya are always inseparable, which is a good thing. After all, only a taciturn, precocious and overly precocious child like Gasha can keep an eye on Luo Ya.

The other party's talent was indeed outstanding. The professor also lamented that he was just an alchemy professor and it would be difficult for him to unleash the extraordinary potential within Gaza.

If Gasha was not a demonizer, he would definitely send him to the door of a certain great knight for orthodox practice.

Yes, the demonizer.

In this world, the identity of a demonizer itself is original sin.

No matter where they are on the earth, demonized people are low-class people who are discriminated against. They will be rejected by large towns. Even if they enter the mobile city, they can only live in the lower city. They can only do the most basic physical labor. Scholars, knights, alchemists, and spellcasters are not allowed.

On the other hand, if a scholar, knight, alchemist or spellcaster becomes a demonizer, as long as the strength reaches a certain level, no one will make irresponsible remarks.

It's hard to tell whether those who are discriminated against are weak or demonized.

Seneca once hated his status as a demon, but eventually came to terms with it.

If it is irresistible, you should accept it and then fight it.

Especially now, from the hands of Professor Sweetley, all the children in Xiguang Orphanage have received the spark of resistance.

The burning fire can curb the symptoms of demonic disease and even gradually purify the soul, causing the demonic disease to gradually subside and strengthen the soul's cultivation.

Seneca still remembered that the first time he practiced this practice, he fell to the ground in pain and convulsed. He felt that the left side of his face and every blood vein in his body were burning, as if someone was using hot mercury. Pour into your eyes and then flow throughout your body.

The pain was incredible, but Seneca was able to persevere.

Because, in the pain, he felt a kind of relief.

If a demonic person suffering from demonic disease is destined to die in numbness, then pain can awaken the paralyzed heart and feel the real feeling of being alive again.

Flesh, flesh, soul, and all dirty impurities were dissipated in the burning fire of the soul and turned into nutrients. Thanks to this practice, Seneca felt that he had stronger and stronger control over his abilities, and his petrified left eye As a result, it gradually regained its activity.

Maybe in a few months, his eyes will be able to see again.

As for Loya and Gaza, they also practiced this practice. In fact, most of the children in the orphanage have already started practicing this guidance technique, and most of them persisted.

As for why I can persevere... I can only say that compared with real hunger, illusory pain is easier to deal with.

After adjusting their clothes, the three Senecas walked towards the room where the professor was.

"What exactly does the professor want us to do?"

Luo Ya was still the most active one. On the way, he couldn't help but think about the future: "Is it possible that we feel that our recent results are very good, so we need to give a separate reward? Then I want to eat more candies..."

"It will cause tooth decay." Gasha said briefly: "You don't have dragon blood, so the tooth decay can't regenerate, which is very troublesome."

"Eh?" After being hit, Luo Ya pursed his lips: "Nagasha, if there is a reward, what do you want?"

"arms."

Still giving a simple answer, the black-haired dragon boy lowered his eyes and said calmly: "After leaving the orphanage, battles will become more frequent. The professor is ultimately a human being, and I want to help the professor."

"The professor will definitely be happy as well." Gasha concluded.

Seneca couldn't help but nodded slightly.

In his guess, Professor Sweetley must have called the three most gifted children among all the children this time not just for rewards.

The gap between them and all other children has widened. What they need is no longer the basic education, but more in-depth spiritual training.

And the fact is just as Seneca thought.

When the three children came to Su Zhou's room, what they saw was the white-haired old man with three heavy textbooks in front of the table.

"come yet."

Sitting behind the table, Su Zhou stretched out his hand and showed the three children the esoteric book with the source energy shining in front of him. He gestured: "Come on, everyone chooses one. This will be your future teaching material."

"Although, I think you can definitely tell at a glance which one is most suitable for you, but the necessary rituals should not be omitted."

indeed so.

With just one glance, Seneca's eyes were focused on the esoteric book with a blue cover.

[Mingyuan Zhengfa]

The young man did not understand the words of the alien world, but the mighty true meaning surged forward and poured into his mind.

The thick water attribute energy was like a heavy rain concentrated in a book. Its mere existence brought endless moist wind, roaring thunder, and roar of the sea. The moment he saw this book, it poured into him. In his ears, he seemed to be able to hear the roaring waves of the ocean in the distance, and smell the smell of wet sea and moist earth.

Stretching out his hand tremblingly, Seneca touched the book. The moment he touched it, he felt the blood in his body begin to vibrate.

Whether it is Medusa or the Kraken, they are both monsters with the element of snakes. How their power enters the human bloodline is not clear to Seneca, but there is no doubt that the bloodline itself is power. Inheritance is memory, they exist, and they know how lofty the inheritance in front of them is to them. It is the original secret scripture that is enough to make all dragon and snake bloodlines return to their roots and turn into true dragons and ancient snakes.

However, it was not the urge of blood that made Seneca hold the book tightly.

It was Seneca's own will that made him long for this book.

Heavy rain, a heavy rain, the moist vapor began to linger around the boy's side, making his skin moist and water droplets dripping from his long hair.

Scenes of bad memories came to mind, including the death of his mother, the calm conclusion, the disappearance of his father, and the memory of struggling to survive in the wilderness. All of them came to mind.

But it made Seneca hold the book tighter.

Yes.

What he hated was never the rain, but himself who had no power and could only sit back and watch everything happen.

Holding the textbook, Seneca silently wiped away the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

He bowed deeply to Su Zhou.

"Thank you, thank you, professor..."

He took a deep breath and calmed down his somewhat choked tone - because of his age and experience, he knew the meaning of this book and this inheritance better than all the children in the orphanage.

That is a gratitude that cannot be expressed in words, and it is definitely not a kindness that can be explained by just thanking you.

The grace of reinvention? Too simple...

He gave him a new future and possibilities!

"Preach the truth, teach knowledge, and resolve doubts."

In response, the white-haired man said calmly: "Since you respect me as professor, then this is what I should do. You have excellent talents, so you should learn some better teaching materials. If other children reach your current situation, I will also design available guidance techniques separately."

"Don't thank me, practice well. This is the greatest respect for knowledge and power."

Looking at Seneca, Gasha and Loya in front of him, Su Zhou was quite satisfied with these three children.

Although his actual age is only seven or eight years older than Seneca, who calls him physically very old now?

This time, asking three people to come and get the inheritance was actually a way for Su Zhou to share his joy.

The 'Mingju Zhengfa' in Seneca's hands is a brand-new method that Su Zhou compiled from the Mingju Dragon Transformation Technique, his own immortal blood, and part of the sacred geometry practice. It is a part of the puzzle of Su Zhou's own fundamental practice. .

The 'Zhen'e Dharma Body' in Gasha's hands and the 'Wanyan True Dharma' in Luo Ya's hands are respectively the fusion of Demon Devouring Lord, Sacred Geometry, Great Zhou Tianlan Seed, Divine Tree Body, Immortal Body and other cultivation methods. .

Seneca is mature and stable, but deep down he feels inferior to his own powerlessness. What he needs is an opportunity, just like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate or a dragon and a snake shedding its skin, to undergo a complete transformation so that he can become stronger.

Gasha has a calm and precocious personality, is strict in his behavior, has a strong sense of justice, and protects the weak. So if you give him the power to face evil, this child will make his own choices and embark on his own path.

Luo Ya has a kind and gentle personality, and his words and deeds are innocent and pure, but he is also quite free from chaos, so he needs the artistic conception of Shenmu to stabilize him, and to prevent this little guy from killing himself when practicing. As long as he does not die, One day there will be success.

These are Su Zhou's fundamental cultivation methods. After reorganizing them, they have modified them into Great Heavenly Master level and even Heavenly Emperor level methods.

Being a teacher and professor is a reorganization of what you have learned.

The days of teaching the children in Xiguang Orphanage also allowed Su Zhou to experience the practice again from beginning to end, starting from an ordinary person who knew nothing. He gained a better understanding of the process of ordinary people's practice, and also reorganized it. All the details that I overlooked because of my talent.

When Gaza, Loya, and Seneca, because of his teachings, stabilized their soul-condensing level practices and began to move towards spiritual brilliance, Su Zhou also roughly integrated all of his major magical powers and authorities into one The new rectification of each department is a step forward, preparing for further integration and unification.

In order to express gratitude and to allow these three children to practice with the best foundation, Su Zhou presented his achievements to Seneca and others.

Everyone has their own practice that is most suitable for them, carrying the derivative of Su Zhou's path.

After doing all this, Su Zhou suddenly felt that his progress in the Immortality Method and the structure of the sacred tree in his body had suddenly been sublimated and strengthened, making him realize it.

"Is this the original meaning of the tree of the Tao, 'continuation is correct'... So that's it, sharing your 'Tao' and 'Tao Fruit' with others, and then letting them bear brand new fruits, this is also the derivation and existence of Tao The meaning of…”

"The Tree of Avenue and the Tree of World are indeed great existences that complement each other."

He couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, the three children were naturally excited when they received the inheritance.

After they calmed down, the man smiled and nodded.

"The name Orphanage actually doesn't suit us anymore - you are no longer orphans who need care from others, but warriors who are being trained and scholars who are learning."

Leaning back on the chair and staring at the students in front of him, Su Zhou said calmly: "You are no longer weak, and you will begin to take control of your own destiny and meaning."

"So, I think the Xiguang Orphanage should change its name. Now we are a brand new organization, aiming to bring hope and light to this land."

"Then, what should be changed?" Luo Ya's character is quite talented. He asked curiously, making Su Zhou nodded with satisfaction: "Good question! I don't think other parts need to be changed, only the orphans need to be changed." The hospital can just change it."

"From now on, we are called the Xiguang Society."

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