633: Chapter 633 The Dean Personally Gives a Lesson

That white head squeezed half of its body out from the hole in the sky.

It had no neck. The bottom of the head connected directly to white shoulders, belonging to the same body as the hand that had reached out earlier. The shoulders were also covered in eyeballs.

Hundreds of eyeballs looked down in unison, their pupils reflecting the pitifully small Immortal Mountain on the silver-white land.

The students on the Immortal Mountain had already retreated to the central plaza. Xie Wangsheng's Formations were stacked in multiple layers, the protective shield shining with a blinding light. The Nine Ancient Kings of the Security Department stood in a line at the edge of the Immortal Mountain, their expressions grim to the extreme.

The King of Ten Thousand Dragons squatted in the furthest corner, his voice squeezed through his teeth: "Something of this level... it wasn't in my employment contract to deal with this..."

The King of Eternal Night did not respond. He stared at that massive head, his pupils trembling slightly. The memories from three hundred and sixty thousand years ago were too deep—so deep that the instinct to flee was carved into his Soul.

But he did not run.

It wasn't because of the contract.

It was because the Dean said "fall back," not "retreat."

Falling back just meant falling back. Falling back behind the Dean was enough.

Li Heng slowly walked from beside the tree roots to the center of the silver-white land, directly facing the hole in the sky.

He looked up, both hands in his pockets.

The largest eyeball on the head focused on him.

A sense of hunger flooded in once again.

But this time was different.

Last time, with just one hand, the hunger had brought over a thousand people to their knees. This time, with half a body squeezed out, the intensity of the hunger had increased at least twenty-fold.

The patterns on the silver-white land were fading. The spiral patterns spun slower and slower, as a layer of grayish-black erosion spread from the outside in.

The dark gold patterns on the tree trunk were also dimming.

The planets within the leaves shook even more violently. Another seven or eight leaves withered and shattered.

The entire Source Realm was being devoured by the mere presence of this thing.

Li Heng stood there as the hunger flooded through his body.

He had no reaction at all.

He even let out a yawn.

"Have you had breakfast?"

The eyeballs on the head clearly hadn't expected to hear such a line. The largest pupil shifted slightly.

"I'm asking you," Li Heng raised his chin. "You're this hungry, you haven't eaten in a long time, have you?"

The head had no mouth. Its way of responding was to have over a hundred eyeballs open simultaneously, as pillars of black light shot out from every pupil, crashing toward the ground like a torrential downpour.

Xie Wangsheng's protective shield emitted a piercing overload alarm the moment the black light made contact.

But these light pillars were aimed at Li Heng, not the Immortal Mountain.

Li Heng still had both hands in his pockets.

All the black light pillars hit an invisible layer three meters away from him and then vanished.

They weren't deflected. They weren't absorbed.

They simply ceased to exist.

The moment the light pillars touched that layer, they were erased from reality.

All the pupils on the head's eyeballs contracted.

Li Heng took a step forward.

"You've been hungry for three hundred and sixty thousand years, right? The owner of the tree blocked you and wouldn't let you in. Now that the owner of the tree is dead and only a shell remains, you think your chance has come."

He took another step forward.

"But after trying for so long, you only dare to stick a hand in to test the way. Why?"

The eyeballs on the head stopped their attack.

The white shoulders pulled back a few centimeters.

"Because even you aren't sure if the owner of the tree is truly dead or just playing dead. You've been afraid for three hundred and sixty thousand years."

Li Heng's voice echoed throughout the entire Source Realm.

The students on the Immortal Mountain, the Primordial Kings of the Security Department, and even Little Black, who was guarding the egg far below at the tree roots, all heard it clearly.

"I have some good news and some bad news for you."

Li Heng pulled a pack of spicy strips from his pocket.

He tore open the packaging and bit into one.

"The good news is, the owner of the tree is indeed dead. Completely dead."

The head squeezed forward another half meter or so.

"The bad news."

Li Heng chewed the spicy strips and raised his right hand.

There was nothing in his palm.

But all the stagnant spiral patterns on the silver-white land suddenly began to operate again. Their speed was three times faster than before. The dark gold patterns on the giant tree's main trunk lit up once more.

It wasn't the tree operating on its own.

It was Li Heng driving the entire tree.

The ground of the entire Source Realm—which is to say, the tree roots—awakened under his control.

Fang Yuan stood at the edge of the Immortal Mountain, staring dumbfounded as all the light between the horizon and the skyline relit.

The Dean was using this tree.

Using a tree that carried thousands of worlds, covered the entire Source Realm, and whose root system was the earth itself.

Li Heng stuffed the remaining half of the spicy strip into his mouth, chewed, and flicked his finger toward the sky.

The branches moved.

Hundreds of billions of massive branches bent simultaneously, closing in from all directions toward that three-kilometer hole in the sky.

The leaves on every branch released light, and the planets within the leaves embedded themselves into the surface of the branches like projectiles, forming layer after layer of containment nets.

The head let out a shriek that was not a sound.

A frenzied, hysterical shriek.

It desperately tried to pull back. But the branches wrapped around its shoulders, and the leaves pressed against the eyeballs on its body. Those eyeballs began to emit white smoke and crack upon touching the leaves.

Fang Yuan finally couldn't help himself.

"Dean! Are we sealing it off completely?"

"Seal it off for what?" Li Heng turned his head and glanced at him. "Leave an opening."

"Why leave an opening?"

"A toll booth needs an entrance, doesn't it?"

Li Heng crumpled the spicy strip wrapper into a ball and threw it away, watching the scene as the branches wrapped tighter and tighter around the white head.

The frantically struggling eyeballs on the body's surface were covered, extinguished, and sealed one by one by the leaves. The white limbs were entwined, penetrated, and locked down by dark gold patterns.

Thirty seconds later, that half of the body was completely encased in a cocoon formed by branches and leaves.

The hole in the silver-white sky slowly closed under the pressure of the branches.

Before the last wisp of black viscous substance was squeezed out, several similar aura fluctuations came from the other side of the hole.

It wasn't just one.

There were many more over there, rushing toward this already blocked entrance.

Li Heng took two steps back and clapped his hands.

"Xie Wangsheng."

"Present."

"Label this sealed one as Number 01 and create a ledger. More will come later; record them one by one."

"Dean, you mean—"

"The Source Realm guards a tree that can carry ten thousand worlds, and hidden beneath the tree is the last egg. Outside, there's a group of egg-eaters. The owner of the tree fought with his life and still couldn't win; he could only Seal the entrance to buy time."

Li Heng picked up the spicy strip wrapper ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Now that the owner is dead, the entrance won't hold for long. They will eventually all squeeze in."

The playground was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

"So, the content of this team-building trip has changed."

Li Heng looked back at the giant tree behind him—the tree that grew from the ground to the sky, housing ten million worlds in its branches, whose former owner was dead but had held on for three hundred and sixty thousand years.

"Starting today, the Source Realm is merged into the Kunlun Academy campus. The tree is under my management. The egg is under my protection. As for that group outside wanting to come for a buffet—"

He took out his communicator and sent a message to Zhang He.

"Notify Mount Tai and all Sects: Effective immediately, stop working to pay off debts; all personnel are transferred to wartime status. Await further notice for specific posts. Triple the budget for spicy strips."

After sending the message, Li Heng walked back toward the Immortal Mountain.

On the playground, Fang Yuan and Liu Lian glanced at each other.

Both of them noticed one thing at the same time.

At the edge where the branches had sealed the hole in the silver-white sky, four locations were turning grayish-black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't just one entrance.

Four entrances were being forced open from the outside simultaneously.

A dull tremor came from the ground.

In the distance, on one of the highest branches of the giant tree, a massive leaf was slowly turning withered and yellow.

The planet encased within that leaf was blue.

Fang Yuan stared for two seconds, and a chill surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The outline of that blue planet, the shapes of the continents, the ratio of the oceans—

It was Earth.