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Chapter 735 - 425 Post History_2

Chapter 735: Chapter 425 Post History_2

"Aye."

Chi Yan raised his hand.

Zhou Bao glanced at the two of them and then raised his hand as well.

The young legends stacked their palms together, standing under the azure sky, making their vows.

The establishment of the Torch Academy caused quite a stir.

After all, the three legends who co-founded the academy were the top geniuses, each a peerless prodigy.

Thanks to this, Torch Academy attracted a substantial number of students, sustaining its operations in a positive cycle.

The position of dean was held by Swordmaster Liu Feng.

He was the second dean of Torch Academy. As for the first? Those from the City of Twilight needed no guesses—they would never forget that pure, venerable, and towering figure in white.

May Heaven be without disaster.

...

The malignance of the real world grew ever more.

The great Candela Empire was like an old man entering the twilight of his life, with more and more grey spots appearing on its body.

Some grey spots were removed as smoothly as the City of Twilight, yet even after removal, the scars remained, and increasingly more grey spots were rudely sprouting across the lands of Candela.

The world outside of Candela fared even worse, long since corroded by darkness, with disasters everywhere, life in dire straits.

Mortals were as insignificant as ants.

Even the gods lamented.

Inheriting their teacher’s will, Torch Academy’s mission was to ’extend the human legacy’ and ’fight against Mysterious Evil disasters’.

One after another, the academy’s powerful graduates, without hesitation, threw themselves into the ferocious war against calamity.

This war offered no route of retreat!

In the academy’s third year, eight years after the orphans from the Sunlight Welfare Institute began their cultivation, the disaster war intensified. The Empire’s borders had to retreat thousands of kilometers, and most of the transport links between provinces were paralyzed.

This was a time of turbulence and uncertainty.

Torch Academy produced even more powerful figures: numerous Six Senses masters, myriad young legends, who fought valiantly on battlefields throughout the Empire, slaying countless Mysterious Evils and forging distinguished military achievements.

Yet the battlefield was a place where life withered, disaster was blind, and danger lurked at every turn.

In the eighth autumn, on the eastern second front, three legends from Torch Academy along with dozens of Six Senses masters fell in battle, their souls returning to their native land.

In the ninth summer, during the defense of Tianmen City, two Torch legends fought to the death and made a glorious sacrifice.

In the tenth winter, the Blood Demon Duke descended on Dongning Port, claiming the lives of dozens of Torch’s finest and two Torch legends.

In the eleventh year,

In the twenty-first year,

In the one hundred and eleventh year,

In the one hundred and sixty-seventh year,

The lithe figure dressed in a grey robe, with long hair tied back, stood in front of the black monument, looking up at each of the names inscribed upon it.

"Old friend, we have lost two more,"

Liu Feng sighed.

His appearance was that of a man in his thirties, with a small amount of grey stubble on his beard. Time had not left many marks on his face, and he retained good looks that could still charm countless women, but his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of changing times.

"You must remember, this monument is the history of Torch Academy."

"Do not forget the past, do not forget... the principles of Torch."

"The torch is passed on, humanity endures!"

He turned to face the two young boys and the girl in front of him, their faces still bearing traces of immaturity.

They were his disciples, the youngest and most promising.

He had great hopes for his three disciples, but in these times, there was no time left.

"Seeing you all reminds me of my younger days. Back then, I was very much like you—naive, energetic, fearless, dreaming of becoming the strongest in the world."

He said with a hint of self-deprecation.

But in the eyes of his disciples, Teacher Liu Feng was the strongest.

In just over a hundred years, he had turned Torch Academy into the premier higher education institution of the Candela Empire.

"No, your teacher was never the strongest,"

"Your grandmaster had combat talent that was unreachable, your teacher has always felt inadequate in comparison. And your third master, he was actually a bit stronger than your teacher,"

"It’s because I was quite ordinary that I took on the position of dean."

Speaking of his closest friends, there was laughter in Dean Liu Feng’s eyes, nostalgia, and also... endless sorrow.

"It’s normal that you’re not familiar."

"Your grandmaster went to the northern part of the Empire thirty years ago, taking part in some top-secret project—I haven’t seen her in thirty years. And your third master..."

"He’s a blockhead! An idiot!"

"How did the teacher instruct us back then? Safety first, you need to know how to preserve your life, for it’s only by living that there’s a future! But this fool, he actually chose to fight to the death against a high-ranking being without retreating! How could I have such a foolish junior brother! Foolish!"

As he cursed, his eyes shimmered with tears.

The young looking yet dignified dean lifted his head, gazing into the azure sky.

"Sigh, getting old makes one fond of nagging, and the wind is somewhat boisterous, too."

The boisterous wind brushed against his cheeks as a myth descended from within it.

This myth came from the Ninth Legion, not a graduate of the Flame Academy, but before the young dean, who was much younger than him, the myth only showed respect on his face.

"General Liu Feng," the newcomer saluted in the Candela military style, "here is the secret battle report from the frontlines."

The young dean received the secret stone and his consciousness delved into it.

After a moment,

"Let’s go," he said.

Thinking it over, he took out an ancient book that had only its cover left, without a single page, from his storage Strange Implement and handed it to his disciple.

"This book shouldn’t stay in my hands, display it in the academy’s exhibition hall."

He laughed heartily and strode away rapidly.

The myth followed in step.

After hesitating to speak and stopping for a while, he still said, "General, the Blood Demon Duke may descend upon Guyuan Fortress at any moment, the legion commander’s intention is... he hopes you will go to Feiyun Port to take charge."

"Guyuan Fortress needs me more."

"But..." the myth paused before continuing, "You have a broader future ahead."

"Many people do, my junior brother’s potential is even greater than mine."

He looked up at the sky.

The sky was azure blue, as if there was a face in it.

Memories from over a century ago surfaced in his mind, leaving him somewhat regretful.

"Perhaps, I am a fool as well."

He commanded his sword to soar into the heavens, breaking through the endless night, casting the afterglow belonging to those of the Flame Academy.

...

Days rose and set, autumn passed and spring arrived.

The once unchanging environment of the world was rapidly transforming.

The grass withered, the sky darkened, the earth became gray and silent, and the sky also began to drift with thick gray fog.

The world was wailing.

Struggling to maintain the last vestiges of life, standing against the omnipresent darkness in the desolate world, clinging to the lands of life.

The intelligent beings were also contending.

Humans, phantasmal spirits, natural spirits, oceanic life.

Newborns, Ancient Gods.

Righteous Gods, evil deities.

Mountains and rivers reversed, continents collapsed.

As the sunset slowly sank to the west, the luminescent lands that were humanity’s pillars continually dwindled.

One day, the setting sun failed to rise again, replaced by a Red Moon hanging high in the sky. Under the illumination of the Red Moon, the land was all but shadows, dark silhouettes stretching their claws as if to envelop the entire world.

From the Candela Empire all the way north, to the distant lands covered in thick permafrost, where the ice seemed eternal. On this immutable ice, the sunset scattered its afterglow, as if dragging the whole world into decline and twilight.

Dark River, eternal night, cycles, despair...

An indescribable ancient terror gradually awakened, and it seemed as if the world had been cleaved apart.

Until...

The world fell back into silence.

Whoosh whoosh—

Waves surged, droplets splashed and fell, reflecting countless vast and profound scenes.

At first, one could still see the scenes of Sunlight Welfare Institute’s reconstruction and the founding of the Flame Academy, but soon, as the tide of time surged faster and faster, these vast scenes flew by like fleeting glimmers, pushing his conscious self to return to the original starting point.

His consciousness began to stagnate.

Maybe it was merely an instant that had passed, or perhaps he had been drifting in the river of time for countless eons, but what roused his consciousness was a prolonged echo resonating in his mind.

’Ding—!’

’Prompt: The instance "Twilight Afterfire" has ended, the timeline is returning to normal, calculating results...’

Pat—

Fang You stepped onto solid ground.

Gradually regaining consciousness from his daze, he opened his eyes with some difficulty.

In that look, millennia had passed.