Chapter 638 The Xiguang Society (1w1, Huge Chapter Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

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

This is the truth revealed by Dawn's 'perfect deduction'.

Even Dawn, buried under the mountain in a sturdy iron coffin, would die as a result, which is enough to prove how grand that destruction will be.

Su Zhou didn't know why Dawn's perfection was actually 'dying peacefully', but he understood that the Book of Prajna wasn't always right.

"Everything burns to ashes, to the point that the Holy Sun and the Demonic Moon both 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, that guy called the Solar Emperor, whatever his intentions, his actions didn't really save this world."

"Of course, it's also possible that he was powerless, after all, the Holy Sun's shining time is indeed getting shorter and shorter."

In fact, it wasn't just Dawn and Grandmaster Suiguang, those close to him.

Su Zhou even used the Book of Prajna to check the information of enemies he had interacted with deeply, like Count Avendell.

An unremarkable, arrogant nobleman, who had trained on the battlefield, inherited his title, and continued to live recklessly, regarding the common people as his assets, just like his ancestors.

There was nothing surprising about him. The only thing worth noting was that even if Su Zhou didn't kill him, in the original history, Count Avendell would die within the next few years.

And the reason for his death was actually that familiar Asmodeus XIII.

[Perfect Deduction (Error): ...In the end, he died of soul withering because Asmodeus XIII took back the Root of Burning Fuel and the soul fragment of the Twilight Dragon.]

It was quite amusing—the nobleman most loyal to the royal family ultimately died because the emperor stripped him of his power.

Well, it wasn't really amusing, because this kind of thing was too common.

"The Root of Burning Fuel... obviously, the root has appeared, which is enough to prove that it is indeed the root of the Divine Tree."

"Burning Fuel, is that the name of that Divine Tree?"

Su Zhou pondered.

The roots of the Divine Tree, the Spirit-Burning Torch, and the soul fragment of the Twilight Dragon... the world of Aean was indeed a battlefield between the World Tree and Twilight. It seemed that Twilight had won, and the Divine Tree had perished.

However, things like roots still remained.

That Emperor, known as the Solar Emperor, might be a member of Twilight's kin—whether it was secretly cooperating with the Winter Dusk, the two organizations that directly worshiped the Twilight Dragon, or even holding things like the Twilight Mark, it was enough to prove his strangeness.

But he didn't seem pure, after all, the Root of Burning Fuel was also a symbol of the Divine Tree.

Holding both the sacred objects of the Divine Tree and Twilight, this guy's true purpose was definitely not simple.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

Su Zhou's tone was puzzled as he spoke to himself. But after thinking about it, he shook his head: "But it can basically be determined that he is an enemy... no matter what he wants to do, I will stop him."

At this moment, the sky had slowly darkened.

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

This moment was basically impossible for ordinary people to notice. Even the most perceptive people would only feel that there seemed to be a flash in front of their eyes, missing a frame of light—they would never think that there was a problem with the Holy Sun, but that there was something wrong with their eyes.

But for professionals, they could feel the surge of source energy that accompanied the severing of light for that instant.

In an instant, Su Zhou came to the window of the First Light warship and opened the window.

He raised his head and looked solemnly at the high sky.

The strong wind blew the clouds in the sky, causing the whistling wind to surge between the warships, pouring into the ship. Su Zhou stared at the top of the sky.

Not only that, but Dawn, Suiguang, and even the other orphanage children, all subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the magnificent scene in the sky.

Above that sky, the Holy Sun shone brightly, and several bright spots of light shattered and scattered from the vast source of light, turning into shooting stars, streaking across the sky and falling into the world!

[Meteors, meteors?!]

Suiguang was currently on the deck, studying the perfect metal material blessed by Su Zhou, but now, he put down the surveying tools in his hand and looked at the sky. Even his mechanical voice line had a bit of noise: [Has there been another meteor shower in recent decades?]

[The number of meteor showers is becoming more and more frequent. This is not a good sign...]

"Holy Sun meteor shower..."

Dawn used the research ship's observation lens to lock onto the meteor's trajectory. She quickly judged the theoretical direction in which these meteors would fall: "One in the north, one in the center, and one in the east... They're all a bit far from us."

"Speaking of which, it's really a bit nostalgic... In the past era, every time a Holy Sun meteor shower appeared, it was a grand celebration..."

Saying so, Dawn couldn't help but fall silent, as if she was starting to recall the past.

And the children's thoughts were even simpler.

Having never seen a meteor before, they were simply curious and happily waved at the bright spots and contrails in the sky, as if they wanted to greet those glittering highlights.

Three meteors, three arcs of light, fell in three different locations.

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

[The Seventh and Thirteenth Army Groups have been dispatched.]

As soon as they met, Suiguang concisely stated the information he had just obtained from the Radiant Light Church channel: [They are rushing towards the place where the meteor fell... The last time a meteor appeared was forty-five years ago, when the meteor fell on the east side of the Montasini Mountains, and was obtained by the First and Third Army Groups guarding the imperial capital.]

[Now it seems that the central Holy Sun meteor should still be obtained by the Empire, while the northern one is not very clear. According to Ms. Dawn's calculations, it fell at the border between the Yanshuang Army and the Twilight Tribe—this will inevitably cause war between the already stalemated two major forces.]

The Winter Dusk Tribe is a barbarian tribe that worships the Twilight Dragon. They are also humans, but they live in the desolate north all year round, and coexist with numerous source energy beasts. They are the Aean civilization's greatest enemy.

The Empire is constantly changing, but the Empire's enemies have not changed. The barbarians exist forever. Even if they are defeated, it is impossible to go deep into the blizzards of the northern territories to eliminate them.

The Yanshuang Army is a large independent warlord located in the northeast direction of the Empire. It was independently formed by the northeastern soldiers and civilians abandoned by the Empire, and aims to resist the barbarian invasion—the original Yanshuang Army was also considered a rebel army of the Empire, but at some point, the two sides began to have a cooperative relationship. It is not considered a province, but it is indeed an autonomous region.

Suiguang's explanation, and the map information provided by Dawn, had already revealed many things. After Su Zhou roughly understood, he thoughtfully said: "So, no one cared about the eastern Holy Sun meteor at first?"

[It can't be said that no one cared, it's just that the direction it fell was in the sea. Except for the Celestial Dragon nobles, no one has the ability to salvage the meteor in the sea.]

Suiguang reached out and pointed to the sea area. He explained: [Although the Empire is strong, it has hidden dangers since its founding, so the power of the local nobles is very large—the royal family can directly control only the western and central regions, and parts of the north and south regions.]

[The Empire's control over the southeast directions is relatively weak, because they are the descendants of the great nobles who supported the Asmodeus family in replacing the Sol Empire. They have a very high degree of autonomy, which was the requirement of the original contract.]

"I understand collecting the fragments of the Holy Sun."

Dawn nodded slightly at this moment. The half-elf fluttered her butterfly wings with some confusion: "But why does this all seem like it's starting a war? Is it necessary?"

"In addition to being able to manufacture source energy engines, Holy Sun crystals cannot do anything else, and hasn't the new generation of Aean civilization already promoted the new soul source energy engine?"

Her question was natural.

In response, Su Zhou and Suiguang exchanged glances.

This was also the question they found strange.

The Empire certainly had the ability to use Holy Sun crystals to manufacture source energy engines, but it still chose to use soul source energy engines.

The reason was also very simple. Compared with the rare Holy Sun crystals, the souls of demonized people were more common and more 'recyclable'.

Since it didn't plan to use Holy Sun crystals to build engines, then it was just a powerful energy source and source energy, which could accelerate cultivation... but this thing's acceleration was extremely limited. At least, the efficiency and preciousness were completely disproportionate.

The Yanshuang Army and the two major barbarian tribes were fine. Their foundations were insufficient, and the Holy Sun crystals were indeed good things that would always have uses.

But what was the Empire's purpose in directly dispatching two major army groups to ensure that they obtained it at the first possible moment?

There was no answer to this question for the time being.

But even guessing knew that there was an important reason behind this that no one knew.

"Don't even think about the Holy Sun crystals in the north and center. Even if you go to grab them now, it's too late."

Su Zhou reached out and seriously pointed to the south and east on the map: "But there may be a chance for the one in the east."

The point he was pointing to was the location where the First Light warship and the crystal had fallen.

[...You want to obtain that Holy Sun crystal?]

Hearing Su Zhou's words, Suiguang couldn't help but turn his head to look at Su Zhou. The man nodded and said: "To analyze the current situation of the Holy Sun, we still need one—at that time, we can also let Dawn see what the difference is between the current Holy Sun fragments and the past Holy Sun fragments."

"But we're not in a hurry. We still need to go to the southern city-states to purchase some supplies—dozens of children eat too much, and it's impossible to always go hunting. We need to prepare some food reserves, as well as related clothing and teaching materials."

Speaking of this, Su Zhou exchanged glances with Suiguang. He said seriously: "Grandmaster Suiguang, do you really not need to report the current situation to the Radiant Light Church?"

"Although the news of the exploration team hasn't spread yet, the fact that I reappeared in Avendell City and killed Count Avendell will soon spread throughout the country—if you don't say anything, the church might think you've defected or died."

[...Indeed, I should go back. Whether it's Ms. Dawn, or the First Light warship, or Professor Svitre, you are all very important information that should be reported to the church.]

Suiguang frowned slightly, and then said in a deep voice: [However, now I have discovered the truth that the Empire is hiding behind... What exactly do they want to do? Why are they persecuting demonized people so urgently? What is the Tower of Babel that the Solar Emperor is building for?] Most importantly, what will the ordinary people on this land suffer because of these actions?]

[If I don't figure this out, my actions will be meaningless—and the church currently has a deep cooperative relationship with the Empire. After returning to the church, I won't be able to explore like I can now.]

[So now, I would rather remain silent and act like a dead person. When I find the truth, I will definitely return to the church and report to the church leader.]

Suiguang's tone was firm.

Because of Su Zhou's existence, he was determined to figure out the unsolved mysteries happening in the shadows of the Empire, and better help all the demonized people and ordinary people.

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

Whether it was killing Count Avendell, or creating the Burning Ash Heart Method, it was all like this.

Su Zhou was naturally quite moved by this trust.

But he still had to speak up and remind the other party: "Grandmaster Suiguang, when we left the ruins, I already unlocked the 'Anti-Riddler Specific Heavenly Demon Virus' on you. You don't have to say it so clearly and simply."

[Huh?]

In an instant, Grandmaster Suiguang, who subconsciously said all the thoughts in his heart, couldn't help but be slightly stunned, causing Dawn to chuckle beside him.

The First Light warship was still moving, and as it gradually entered the south, the number of mobile warships and mobile cities that could be seen increased.

The Aean continent was quite vast, and in terms of land area, it was even larger than Earth.

Including the ocean, it was even more so.

In such a vast land, there were many dangerous wild beasts and demonic beasts. If they didn't rely on huge armed merchant ships as a means of communication, ordinary small merchant teams would likely be swallowed by darkness as soon as they left the villages and towns.

Even fully armed villages and towns could disappear overnight.

Whether it was natural disasters, wild beasts, or people's hearts, they were all too dark... That was why there were mobile cities that moved constantly, chasing the light.

Each mobile city had its own fixed operating trajectory, and had subordinate fixed villages and towns as resource points, as the core of an area, revitalizing the entire civilization's ecology.

Of course, there were also mobile mining cities that were reclaimed in the mountains and conducted wilderness mining, but those cities were extremely rare. Only large empires had this kind of productivity.

In short, most mobile cities were difficult to be self-sufficient and had to rely on resource supplies from fixed villages.

If they wanted to develop or make some changes, they needed to trade with each other: This also led to the prosperity of commerce. The latest technology was definitely not used in the army, but in merchant ships.

Naturally, Su Zhou didn't have much currency on him, and he was the de facto leader of the First Light warship. If he wanted to maintain the needs of the entire First Light warship and the Xiguang Orphanage, he needed a large number of supplies.

[Professor, I need some alchemical equipment and materials—you know, I am an alchemical craftsman. Even for the sake of maintaining my body, I need these things.]

This was Grandmaster 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. Svitre, although the First Light warship is well protected, it still needs a thorough self-inspection to operate normally—you should understand the resources and tools needed for this, right?"

Su Zhou certainly understood. He helplessly watched Dawn reveal a smile, seemingly fantasizing about what the alchemical tools of this era would look like, and then took out the list: "Although, you're asking for too many supplies—and why do you want to purchase twelve source stone cannons? Their power is really unimpressive."

"Comparison of multi-era civilization's armed technologies! This is also a necessity!"

The man found it difficult to understand the silver elf's inexplicable obsession with weapons, but he saw it as a manifestation of the anxiety of coming to a new era, so he agreed.

If he needed supplies, he needed to buy or exchange them.

But he didn't have nearly enough money.

Professor Svitre wasn't poor. Being able to support an orphanage was definitely not considered poor, but the supplies requested by Suiguang and Dawn would cost nearly a million imperial coins back and forth, which was not something that could be conjured out of thin air.

Just as Su Zhou was seriously considering whether he needed to rob a wealthy and unbenevolent nobleman, Suiguang told him some information.

According to him, this period of time was the 'Year-End Auction' season before the New Year in the south. The major chambers of commerce in the coastal capital would take out treasures for auction to create a New Year's festival atmosphere.

This was the grandest commercial carnival around the South Ocean.

If you wanted to obtain treasures, or sell some rare supplies, now was the right time.

Similarly, if you wanted to make a quick buck, you just needed to bring 'treasures'.

Su Zhou never lacked treasures—he was best at turning waste into treasure.

This time, Su Zhou planned to send the perfect metal he produced to auction in Grandmaster Suiguang's name.

The perfect metal, modified with the precision of a Celestial Immortal and metal abilities, was the most perfect material for precision instruments, and also the basic material for various high-end armors. Su Zhou believed that this would definitely cause a scramble among discerning merchants at the auction, bringing a large amount of resources to the First Light warship.

As for why they were discerning merchants... it was because merchants without discernment either couldn't see the importance of perfect metal, or thought that Su Zhou was easy to bully and planned to rob him without paying.

Then there was nothing to say.

The warship was moving, and the destination was ahead, the coastal capital of the south.

With the eyesight of a transcendent, he could vaguely see the rising popularity smoke pillars on the distant coast, and the sea giantships twinkling with the light of source energy.

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

That was a city that was completely different from Avendell City.

"A commercial city where demonized people can also get along with ordinary people equally..."

Looking at all this, Su Zhou smiled and said to himself: "Quite looking forward to it."

They were almost there.

...

The humid air of the southern coast was usually inconspicuous, but the arrival of winter made it a cold tentacle, climbing on exposed skin and spreading deep into the neck.

When Seneca woke up from the First Light warship's cabin, he coughed, and then subconsciously reached out and touched his left eye because of an itchy sensation.

The touch, which was originally like a rock, had changed. A slight sanding sensation came, like touching rough sandpaper. Although it was still difficult to touch, it could be considered soft.

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

Seneca never liked humidity, nor did he like rain. Before being adopted by Professor Svitre, he had always lived with his single mother in a small town by a lake on the edge of the southern border. Life was not comfortable, but it was not considered poor.

The drought a few years ago caused the lake to dry up. The rich households and landlords in the village fled in panic. Only a few people were left in the entire village. Even the wandering famine victims were too lazy to come to this obviously dilapidated and empty town to search, so Seneca and his mother, who had a beautiful singing voice, hid in the village, feeding on the collected morning dew and some mud water insects that had accumulated at the bottom of the lake.

Survival was always difficult. The two of them depended on each other. This kind of life was actually no poorer than selling songs for a living on weekdays, and it was even more self-reliant.

Seneca didn't think there was anything sad about this kind of life. He even felt quite free and happy. He ran and smiled in the empty streets, while his mother stood at the door, watching everything with a smile.

Until a rain, a heavy rain.

The impact of the natural disaster had subsided under the strong typhoon. The tiny dust and yellow sand floating in the air were knocked down by the rain, and the dust mist suspended in the air turned into muddy water between the rising water vapor. Everyone's dry and wrinkled skin began to become moist again. Muddy streams reappeared on the earth, eventually filling the original dry lake depression with muddy water.

Returning with the rain and wind were also the rich households and landlords.

The drought that lasted for several years had ended, and the land became valuable again. These people naturally couldn't give up their wealth, so they returned—they were angry that their property had been ravaged by natural disasters and refugees, and they noticed that Seneca's family had not died, so they began to vent their anger on the powerless child and a weak woman.

In the final analysis, they were just demonized people.

In order to protect her child, Seneca's mother used her demonized ability. Her beautiful singing voice made everyone恍惚失神, but as long as the singing stopped, the effect would end.

The woman signaled to her child with her eyes to run away quickly. The singing was still clearly audible until Seneca left the village.

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

Moreover, the town was eventually abandoned. The source energy pollution caused by the natural disaster would take more than ten years to eliminate. Although those people could wait for more than ten years, they had industries in other places, so they naturally shifted their targets.

Gradually, the once prosperous village turned into a ghost town where only a few families lived.

This was also the fate that all fixed villages in the Aean world would inevitably face.

As long as they experienced a natural disaster, all wealth and meaning would disappear, and people would also disperse, even memories would be completely erased and dissipate in the howling rain and wind.

Seneca, who had survived the disaster, wandered around the abandoned village. His demonized source energy ability and outstanding survival skills allowed him to live alone, just like during the drought, but compared to that time, he no longer knew where his home and place to return was on this land, and even living seemed meaningless.

After that, a white-haired professor came here.

That day was still a heavy rain. The old man originally wanted to come here to visit an old friend, an old mage who should have been living in seclusion here, but he sighed because of the abandonment of the village.

Seneca vaguely had some impression of the strange old man who would hand out candy, so he took the initiative to show up and took the surprised old man to the mage's tomb.

The carvings on the tomb were still clear, and the name and life were also detailed. Seneca saw the tall white-haired professor standing in front of the tombstone, letting the rain soak through his robe and clothes. The old man closed his eyes tightly, but there were water droplets falling on his cheeks.

He didn't know why, but he also cried loudly, but his petrified left face was numb and even tears could not flow out.

After that, he was adopted by Professor Svitre and became the big brother of the Xiguang Orphanage.

Seneca, who was the oldest and most mature, had always been the one who took care of the children. He inherited his mother's beauty and the ability of his father, who was nowhere to be found, whether alive or dead. His blood was close to rain and water, but every heavy rain would remind him of painful memories in the past.

"Seneca, are you smiling?"

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

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

But Loya didn't have the innate elegance that the blood of the elves should have. He could only see a foolishness on this little guy's face: "Did you think of something happy? Is it the steamed rice flour with meat from yesterday? The dean rarely cooks. I didn't expect him to cook so well!"

Of course, Loya was not stupid. On the contrary, he was very smart, even too smart—in the past, only Loya could fully understand all the knowledge that the professor said. He was like a sponge. As long as Professor Svitre taught something, he could absorb it.

But that didn't prevent him from being foolishly awkward in emotional intelligence.

"...Just thinking about eating."

Getting out of bed rather speechlessly, Seneca reached out and flicked the white-haired boy's forehead, causing him to cry out in pain and sit on the ground.

He sat cross-legged on his bed and changed clothes in annoyance: "What did you call me up for? Isn't today a day off? It's only seven o'clock in the morning, right?"

"It was the professor who said he was looking for me, you, and Gasha for something today!"

Getting up from the ground with a wronged expression and hugging his forehead, Loya also subconsciously imitated the professor's serious tone when talking about the professor's words: "Loya, please take a trip and tell them to come to my room at half past eight."

"...Okay."

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

"...I'm here."

Following the voice, a black-haired, golden-eyed dragon man boy slowly walked out of the shadows of the door.

Seneca couldn't help but turn his gaze over.

Gasha and Loya were always inseparable. This was a good thing. After all, only a taciturn child like Gasha, who was mature beyond his years, could watch over Loya.

And the other party's talent was indeed excellent. The professor even lamented that he was just an alchemy professor and it was difficult to bring out Gasha's extraordinary potential.

If Gasha was not a demonized person, he would definitely send him to the door of a great knight for orthodox cultivation.

Ah, demonized person.

In this world, the identity of a demonized person itself was the original sin.

No matter where on the earth, demonized people were discriminated against as low-ranking people. They would be rejected by large towns. Even if they entered a mobile city, they could only live in the lower city. They could only do the most basic physical labor and were not allowed to become scholars, knights, alchemists, and spellcasters.

Conversely, if scholars, knights, alchemists, and spellcasters became demonized people, as long as their strength reached a certain level, no one would gossip.

It was difficult to say whether it was the weak or demonization that was discriminated against.

Seneca had once hated his identity as a demonized person, but he finally let it go.

What was irresistible should be accepted, and then resisted.

Especially now, from the hands of Professor Svitre, all the children of the Xiguang Orphanage had obtained the seed of resistance.

The Fire of Burning Ash, could curb the symptoms of demonization, and even gradually purify the soul, causing demonization to gradually subside, strengthening the soul's cultivation method.

Seneca still remembered the first time he practiced this cultivation method. He convulsed painfully on the ground. He felt that his left face and every blood vessel all over his body were burning, as if someone was pouring hot mercury into his eye sockets, and then flowing all over his body.

This kind of pain was incredible, but Seneca was able to persevere.

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

If it was said that demonized people with demonization were destined to die in numbness, then pain could awaken that numb heart and feel the reality of being alive again.

Flesh, soul, all the turbid impurities dissipated in the burning heart of the fire, turning into nourishment. Thanks to this cultivation method, Seneca felt that his control over his abilities was getting stronger and stronger, and his petrified left eye gradually recovered its activity.

Maybe in a few months, his eyes could recover their light.

As for Loya and Gasha, they had also practiced this cultivation method. In fact, most of the children in the orphanage had already started this guiding art's practice, and most of them had persevered.

As for why they could persevere... it could only be said that compared to real hunger, illusory pain was easier to deal with.

After tidying up their clothes, Seneca and the three of them walked towards the professor's room.

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

Loya was still the most active one. On the way, he couldn't help but fantasize about the future: "Could it be that he thinks our recent results have been very good, so he wants to give us a little reward separately? Then I want to eat more candy..."

"It will cause cavities." Gasha said briefly: "You don't have dragon blood, cavities can't be regenerated, it's very troublesome."

"Eh?" Struck by this, Loya pursed his lips: "Then Gasha, if there is a reward, what do you want?"

"Weapon."

Still a simple answer, the black-haired dragon man boy lowered his eyes. He said calmly: "Leaving the orphanage, the fighting will become frequent. The professor is, in the end, only one person. I want to help the professor."

"The professor will definitely be happy too." Gasha concluded.

Seneca couldn't help but nod slightly.

In his speculation, Professor Svitre calling the three most talented children this time was definitely not just for rewards.

Having already pulled away from all the other children, what they needed was no longer the basic education, but further in-depth cultivation guidance.

And the fact was just as Seneca thought.

When the three children arrived at Su Zhou's room, what they saw was a white-haired old man with three thick textbooks on the table in front of him.

"You're here."

Sitting behind the table, Su Zhou reached out and showed the three children the secret magic books shining with source energy brilliance in front of him. He signaled: "Come on, everyone choose one, this will be your teaching material in the future."

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

Indeed.

With just one glance, Seneca's gaze was fixed on the secret magic book with the blue cover.

[The 正法 of the Dark Abyss] (Zhèngfǎ = orthodox/correct method)

The boy didn't understand the words of the other world, but the vast true meaning surged and poured into his mind.

The thick water attribute source energy was like a torrential rain concentrated in the book. Just its existence brought endless humid wind. The roaring thunder and the roaring sea tide rushed into his ears the moment he saw this book, making him feel as if he could hear the distant booming sea tide, smell the wet sea fishiness, and the smell of moist soil.

Trembling, Seneca reached out and touched the book. The moment he touched it, he felt the blood in his body begin to vibrate.

Whether it was Medusa or Siren, they were all monsters with snake elements. Seneca didn't know how their power entered the human bloodline, but there was no doubt that the bloodline itself was power, inheritance, and memory. They existed and knew how high and mighty the inheritance in front of them was to them. It was the original secret code that was enough to make all dragon and snake bloodlines return to their origin and transform into true dragons and ancient snakes.

However, it was not the urging of the bloodline that made Seneca grasp this book tightly.

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

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

Scenes of terrible memories flooded into his mind. The death of his mother, the calm summary, the disappearing father, the memory of struggling to survive in the wilderness, all flooded into his mind.

But it made Seneca hold the book even tighter.

That's right.

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

Holding the teaching material, Seneca silently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He bowed deeply to Su Zhou.

"Thank you, thank you, Professor..."

He took a deep breath, calming his somewhat choked tone—because of his age and experience, he knew the meaning of this book and this inheritance more clearly than all the children in the orphanage.

That was a gratitude that could not be explained in words at all, and it was by no means an kindness that could be explained by saying thank you.

Re-creation? Too simple...

He gave him a brand new future and possibilities!

"Passing on knowledge, imparting skills, and resolving doubts."

In response, the white-haired man said calmly: "Since you respect me as a professor, then this is what I should do. Your talents are excellent, so you should learn some better teaching materials. If the other children reach your current level, I will also design guiding arts that can be used separately."

"Don't thank me, cultivate 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 was only seven or eight years older than Seneca, what could he do since his current body age was so old?

This time, letting the three come over to take the inheritance was actually Su Zhou's way of sharing his joy.

The '正法 of the Dark Abyss' in Seneca's hand was a brand new cultivation method that Su Zhou had sorted out from the Dark Abyss Dragon Transformation Technique, his immortal blood, and a part of the sacred geometry cultivation method. It was a part of the puzzle of Su Zhou's own fundamental cultivation method.

The '镇厄法身' (Zhèn è fǎshēn = Calming Calamity Dharma Body) in Gasha's hand, and the '万衍真法' (Wàn yǎn zhēnfǎ = Myriad Derivatives True Method) in Loya's hand, were respectively composed of the Devouring Evil Demon Lord, Sacred Geometry, the 大周天岚种 (Dà zhōutiān lán zhǒng = Great Cosmic Azure Seed), and the Divine Tree Body, the Immortal Body and other cultivation methods.

Seneca was mature and stable, but deep down he was self-conscious of his powerlessness. What he needed was an opportunity, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, a dragon and snake shedding their skin, to undergo a complete transformation so that he could become stronger.

Gasha was originally calm and precocious, and his conduct was methodical and highly moralistic, protecting the weak, so give him the power to face evil, and this child will make his own choices and embark on his own path.

Loya was kind and gentle, his words and actions were innocent and pure, but also quite naughty and chaotic, so he needed the artistic conception of the Divine Tree to stabilize him, and also to prevent this little guy from killing himself when cultivating. As long as he didn't die, he would eventually achieve something one day.

These were all Su Zhou's fundamental cultivation methods, which were reorganized and modified into the Grand Heavenly Venerable level, and even the Heavenly Emperor level methods.

Being a teacher and professor was a reorganization of what one had learned.

Teaching the children of the Xiguang Orphanage these days had also allowed Su Zhou to re-experience cultivation from beginning to end, starting from an ordinary person who didn't understand anything, more fully comprehending the process of ordinary people's cultivation, and re-organizing the details that he had ignored because of his talent.

When Gasha, Loya, and Seneca, because of his teaching, stabilized the cultivation of the Coagulation Soul Stage and began to move towards the Spiritual Radiance Stage, Su Zhou also roughly integrated all his great supernatural powers and authorities into new 正法, preparing for further summary and unification.

Out of gratitude, and also to allow these three children to cultivate with the best foundation, Su Zhou took out his achievements and gave them to Seneca and others.

Everyone had the most suitable cultivation method, carrying the derivation of Su Zhou's path.

After doing all this, Su Zhou suddenly felt that his Wheel Revolving Imperishable Method progress, and the Divine Tree structure in his body, suddenly had a sublimation and strengthening, causing him to understand.

"Is this the true meaning of the Great Dao Tree's 'continuation is correctness'... So it is, sharing one's own 'Dao' 'Dao fruit' to others, and then letting them bear new fruits, this is also the derivation of the Dao, the meaning of existence..."

"The Great Dao Tree and the World Tree are indeed complementary great existences."

He couldn't help but sigh