Section 188

"Ahhhhhh! All you Deans, haven't we been enduring for so many years just to wait for the right moment?!"

Si Wuya roared in pain.

The moment he spoke, the shadows trembled violently.

Whoosh!

Swish!

Several distinct yet terrifying auras locked onto Si Wuya.

Even the slightest movement from him would result in him being crushed and annihilated instantly!

"Speak..." The First Dean said in a deep voice.

Red light flickered in the hidden eyes.

At this moment, the bubbles stopped bursting, allowing Si Wuya to catch his breath.

He breathed heavily, drenched in cold sweat, like someone just rescued from drowning.

"The Academy has been hidden outside the Void Realm for a long time, and its students are spread throughout the entire Northern Barrens, various Families, forces, and even high-ranking members of the God Race are our students.

These years, the Academy has descended upon the Northern Barrens more and more frequently, so Wuya dares to assume that the Academy is about to fully descend!

And this Su Family is mysterious and powerful; so far, all forces that have opposed them have been annihilated, and there is suspected to be a True God residing in their Family.

Furthermore, the Su Family Clan Leader is unfathomable; his Divine Ability is terrifying enough to suppress a Venerable with a single gaze, and he holds the position of Sword Emperor."

Si Wuya spoke quickly.

"Therefore, in order not to offend the Su Family and affect the Academy's grand plan, I... I had no choice but to kill Elder Mo!"

Upon hearing this, the shadows exchanged glances.

Silence lingered for a long time.

Finally, the First Dean slowly spoke, "Hmph! Clever little trick. The Academy's rules cannot be defied. If there's a next time..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the implication made Si Wuya shiver involuntarily.

"You may leave..."

"Si Wuya takes his leave..."

"Hmm... Oh, from now on, you are the Academy's Grand Teacher!"

Upon hearing this, Si Wuya's face suddenly lit up with joy: "Thank you, Deans. Si Wuya is willing to devote himself to the Academy!"

Saying that, he respectfully bowed and slowly retreated from the depths of the Academy.

"What do you all think?" The First Dean spoke at this moment.

"Heh... He's faking it... Your punishment technique just now wasn't that painful for him..."

"Is it the effect of the dao stone? Si Wuya can actually resist my technique..."

"This..."

"Hmm... Mo Jian and Mo Li Ming have both fallen. He is indeed the best seed..."

The shadows expressed their thoughts.

Finally, the First Dean concluded with a decisive statement: "In that case, let him enjoy his game of power."

"When the time is ripe and this seed is planted, we'll take back the dao stone..."

"The current problem is that we lost the competition between the two academies, and the Academy and the Academy cannot be unified, so we cannot find what the Master left behind..."

"Regarding this matter, you should give us an explanation..."

The First Dean's voice was slightly cold.

Around them, strange, distorted red threads seemed to appear.

"A Confucian cultivator has appeared in the world. That old Master's Legacy has been inherited by him. With him around, even if we obtain the Academy, what can we find?"

At this moment, one figure emerged from the darkness; it was precisely the Daoist of the Academy who had surrendered without a fight that day.

"A Confucian cultivator! There are still Confucian cultivators in this world, those damned fellows!"

"If not for them, we would have completed the Master's task back in the middle ages!"

"Why would we have to lie dormant in this filthy human world like this now?!" The First Dean's voice became extremely violent.

Meanwhile, the Daoist's face showed a hint of a sneer.

"Heh heh... Do you really wish for the Masters to descend?"

"What do you mean?" Hearing his words, the First Dean's gaze sharply fixed on him.

Rumble!

What terrifying power this was! Merely a gaze distorted space, directly shattering the Daoist's body.

But the Daoist's slightly mocking voice continued to echo.

"Nothing, just saying whatever comes to mind. Whether it's you, or us, or other existences, we are all just toys casually made by the Masters..."

"We are no different from these Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, All Heavens and Myriad Realms..."

Gurgle~

A mass of black, strange substance surged from the Daoist's shattered body.

It transformed into a dark figure standing there, his entire body like boiling magma, constantly bubbling.

Every time a bubble burst, it seemed as if a Soul was wailing.

"Is this your idea, or the idea of your 'Ink' clan...?"

The First Dean's eyes flickered with alluring and strange red light, and faint red 'velvet' threads filled the air, full of strangeness and ill omens.

"The 'Blood' clan doesn't need to be so agitated. I was just speaking casually. Why be like this...?"

"Hmph! I think you've stayed in the human world for too long and become tainted by its filth!"

"Why say that? The wisdom and emotions of sentient beings are very interesting..."

"Useless things..." The First Dean said with disdain.

The strange black figure shrugged: "Useless? Even if it was the Master, they once..."

Rumble!

The surrounding space twisted and deformed, bursting with cracks like a mirror.

A pair of scarlet hands tore through layers of space, directly grabbing the Daoist.

The scarlet aura continuously eroded everything around it, and even the falling dust seemed on the verge of some unknown mutation.

"You... went too far!"

The First Dean's voice contained boundless killing intent.

"How serious..." The Daoist chuckled lightly, then the red light in his eyes flickered.

Gurgle, gurgle~

Black shadowy foam began to burst in large patches from his body. That black shadow was like a virus; wherever it touched,

It would instantly decay and wither, finally turning into masses of black substance, twisting and swaying strangely.

Black and red collided, eroding each other.

The surrounding space also began to become strange under these two forces.

It was as if everything in this space had been pulled into a terrifying spacetime.

"Do you want to start a war!" The First Dean murmured, and then, deep within the Academy, one scarlet, strange eye after another slowly opened.

And then.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sounds of bursting bubbles also echoed in the darkness.

"Have the 'Ink' clan all fallen?"

"Heh heh... It's that your 'Blood' clan meddles too much..."

"Hmph!" The First Dean's eyes flickered between bright and dark, and deep within his eyes, a small red figure was emerging.

But in the end, he still only chose to let out a cold snort.

Now was not the time for internal strife.

As his voice fell, the dense scarlet light in the depths slowly receded.

"I'm not interested in the ideas of your clan. You were born under the will of that one, with an innate curiosity..."

"But you absolutely cannot let that affect their plans. For example... a Confucian cultivator appeared, and you just watched?"

The Daoist, hearing these words, smiled softly.

"Don't worry... one restless fellow, who woke up early, should have already gone..."

"No matter the outcome... we'll be able to see some things..."