593: The last lesson - story

Similar phone calls were happening between every member of the Wei Shi Alliance and the Old Men of Cultivation University.

It was also after this monthly exam that the peaceful daily life of Cultivation University resumed its operation.

Get up and train, rush for food in the cafeteria, lie on a board to comprehend Cultivation, rush for food in the cafeteria...

Cultivation University quickly entered a period of calm.

However, the outside world was becoming increasingly chaotic and heated due to the series of events that had occurred in Hong City!

People hailed the Wei Shi Alliance as the representative of Humanity's formidable military power, and treated the Immortal who appeared and disappeared inexplicably as a spiritual symbol!

Even in the books of many countries, the existence of Immortals had already been recorded in textbooks.

South Korea even dug up and constructed a series of stories and documents that couldn't withstand scrutiny, claiming that Immortals belonged to their country.

Wei Shi Alliance.

Compared to before, the members of the Wei Shi Alliance felt that there were many more trivial matters and troubles.

"Where's the Captain? Those higher-ups are here again asking us for information about the Strange Beast, the Gifted, and including the Immortal who appeared before." At the headquarters of the Wei Shi Alliance, Li Hong frowned as he searched for Xiao Yuanliang's figure.

"The Captain went to the Hospital," said Zhang Shan, who was practicing Tai Chi with both hands, a sphere of water hovering in his palms.

"Hospital? What did he go to the Hospital for?" Li Hong was puzzled.

Hong City Hospital.

Xiao Yuanliang came here alone.

In his hand was a report.

In his other hand was a blood sample that had not been fully used.

When he saw the report in his hand, Xiao Yuanliang's heart trembled violently.

Those countless questions that seemed clear but were always off, seemed to have finally found their correct answers!

Everything became clear, completely clear, when he saw the DNA report in his hand!

"As expected... it's you."

"Why hide it? Because of that Heavenly Thunder..."

"If you had died under that Heavenly Thunder, do you know how I would face it?"

He murmured, looking at the report in his hand, pondering for a long time. With his eyes closed, the paper in his hand was crushed into dust by his spatial power!

He knew a secret, but he chose to bury it in his heart.

...

Time once again entered an accelerated state.

And what drove the acceleration of time was naturally peace.

It is often a peaceful life that makes people unaware of the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, heavy snow was already falling from the sky.

Yang Family Village, amidst the snow-covered mountains, Cultivation University.

As the class bell rang, Ye Tian, dressed in the same attire for half a year, stepped into the Classroom.

In the Classroom sat 55 Students.

And behind these Students sat Yang Shou, who had already been attending classes for free some time ago.

"Hello, Students."

"Hello, Teacher!"

After the standard greeting, Ye Tian lightly smiled.

It was like a hot cup of tea in the cold white snow, bringing a gentle warmth.

"Tomorrow is the final exam, and today is the last class I will be teaching you. Time really flies."

There was a hint of nostalgia in Ye Tian's eyes.

That slightly vacant gaze, he didn't know if he was reminiscing about the time in this World, or the Worlds he had experienced along the way.

"Last class? Teacher Ye, won't we see each other again next semester?"

Among the Students below, one person happily spoke.

Hearing this, Ye Tian didn't answer and picked up the chalk on the podium: "Today, our last class is - Story."

On the blackboard, the two words 'Story' were clearly written.

A single stroke was the handwriting of a master calligrapher, making Tang Weida, who founded a calligraphy family, feel ashamed. At the same time, he and the other Students focused all their attention on these two words.

"Let me ask you a question first." Ye Tian put the chalk aside and his gaze swept over the Students in front of him: "What is the most important thing in a Story?"

"It's the writing style!" Ye Tian's class, just starting, immediately captured the attention of the entire class.

And the one who raised his hand to answer was Li Hongda.

"No, it's logic. No one will read a Story without logic." Zhang Tongqian shook his head with an air of wisdom.

After so much time of Cultivation, his strength had entered a brand new level.

He spoke more and more like a street corner fortune teller, but this was a fortune teller who had substance.

"It's foreshadowing!" Another person raised their hand to speak.

The Students were enthusiastic about answering questions.

Hearing this, Ye Tian nodded slightly: "What you said is all correct. Whether it's writing style, logic, foreshadowing, or conception, they are all very important to a Story."

"Then let's shift our perspective to another level."

"If the existence that writes the Story is not a Human but the Heavenly Dao! Then for the Heavenly Dao, are things like writing style, logic, foreshadowing, conception, creativity, etc., still important in the Story it creates?"

"For the Heavenly Dao, where is the most important aspect of its Story?" Ye Tian wrote two more words on the blackboard - Heavenly Dao.

These two words seemed to subtly stir up some profound power, as if containing a whole new World!

Seeing the Students in front of him listening intently, Ye Tian didn't keep them in suspense: "It's the ending."

"Just like the Dinosaur Age, the Heavenly Dao wrote their golden age and wrote their World-ending conclusion."

"And like Human wars, chaotic wars, finally a peaceful ending."

"The ending of a Story is extremely important to the Heavenly Dao, just like planting wheat and harvesting it based on the ending."

As he spoke, Ye Tian paused and took a sip of tea brewed with a million-year-old ginseng Immortal.

"Let me ask you another question. If the spiritual rice you planted has already borne fruit but is not yet ripe, and at this time Heavenly Thunder is about to descend on the rice field, would you choose to speed up the harvest of this unripe spiritual rice, or let the Heavenly Thunder descend and destroy the entire spiritual rice field?"

"Of course, we would harvest all the rice. Every bit we can harvest is something." When discussing spiritual rice, everyone answered with even more enthusiasm.

"That's right, everyone is thinking about harvesting the spiritual rice. Even if it's not completely ripe, at least there's still a harvest if it's harvested." Ye Tian nodded slightly: "Actually, harvesting unripe rice and waiting for the rice field to be struck by Heavenly Thunder are two different endings."

"And these are the two endings that the Heavenly Dao of this World must choose from at this moment."

"Because of the appearance of the Students, there are only these two endings to choose from for the Story it has compiled."

"What... does this mean? We've become the Heavenly Thunder striking the Heavenly Dao's rice field?" Zhang Tongqian didn't quite understand.

Li Hongda, however, frowned and recalled many things based on what Ye Tian had said before: "Because our Cultivation system, which is not recognized by this World, has made the Heavenly Dao of this World feel uneasy, so it has accelerated the speed of 'writing the Story', and now it's time to hastily end and harvest the fruits?"

"The Heavenly Dao is writing a Story? What Story? And it affects us?" Some people in the crowd still didn't understand.

"That's right, it wants an ending? What kind of ending?"

"Naturally, it's the ending of this book..." Ye Tian muttered to himself, his gaze looking at the open book on the podium.

'In the end, 54 Saviors perished together with 55 Demon Kings, and only Xiao Yuanliang, the reborn one, dragged his broken body to bring this tragic victory under the setting sun to the entire World! - End of the book.'

His gaze moved away from the words in the book, Ye Tian looked at the sky outside the window, and could clearly feel the speed of the 'Story' accelerating. The ending of this Story had arrived!