The number one figure in the Light Academy, who has supreme power and absolute majesty, is naturally the leader of the Light Academy, Wu Tianhen.

The second is the Taoist protector's Divine Gang, and the Great Sect Wang Xuangang.

However, for many years, the palace master was hard to see and hide in the world. Almost all the affairs of the academy were under the leadership of Wang Xuangang, the Grand Master, so many people almost forgot the existence of the palace master.

But once this name is mentioned, everyone will show the most respectful and humble expression.

You should know that all the palace masters of the Guangming Academy have been promoted from many assessments and selections to the holy sons from many children. Finally, they pass the trial and enter the Guangming Palace. They have to go through the nine levels of life and death and gain the recognition of the Guangming Palace before they can inherit the position of the palace master.

Therefore, every generation of the Lord of the Light Academy is a monster, an absolute monster. It can even be said that their strength is not below the Twelve Thrones.

Especially this generation, it is even more alternative.

Wu Tianhen, there have been rumors in the world that this palace master has an extraordinary origin. He is the ancestor of Daxia. His bloodline is amazing and he has shown unimaginable talents and power since he was a child.

After being promoted to the Holy Son, he entered the Hall of Light and even defeated the first kings of that generation. His strength is still a legend.

Later, he was seen in many major events, such as the rise of the Twelve Thrones, the change of Qin Emperor's capture of the palace, and the fierce and powerful force of the Light Palace.

Therefore, although Wu Tianhen travels around the world and does not care about academic affairs, he has a very high prestige in the Guangming Academy.

"That boy has actually attracted the attention of the palace master!?" Ying Beichen said unconsciously.

In his eyes, Wu Tianhen was high above, leaving the world like a god, transcending the world, and seemed to have nothing to arouse his interest.

Even Ying Beichen is known as one of the most outstanding geniuses in the Guangming Academy in the past 20 years. He has entered the ranks of the controller at this age and will definitely become the mainstay of the Guangming Academy in the future.

Such amazement, he has never received the favored guidance from Wu Tianhen.

A little guy like Wang Qiong actually attracted Wu Tianhen's attention and issued an order to ask Wang Xuangang to protect him?

This... this simply transcends Ying Beichen's cognitive boundary.

"Why?" Ying Beichen blurted out, unable to understand at all.

Why did the dignified Guangming Academy strive to protect a serious sin? And it was in advance of offending the Guangming Palace?

"Wang Qiong is named by the Palace of Light..."

"You have to remember..." Wang Xuangang shouted in a deep voice, interrupting Ying Beichen's words.

The great sect's eyes were as quiet as water. Although it was turbulent, it hid undercurrents.

"The Palace of Light is the Palace of Light... You can't confuse it with us..."

Buzz...

Ying Beichen's brain roared, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes.

A great man like him does not need too much words in many things. With just one word on demand, he can penetrate everything and think clearly about all the joints.

It is precisely because of this that he knew what the meaning was hidden behind Wang Xuangang's seemingly simple words.

Back then, the ancestors of the human race continued to make their own life. In order to ensure that the fire of mankind was immortal, they established the Hall of Light, stood in the sky, and lived on the territory, singing generously and tragically, and bleeding from the country, and then they passed down this immortal Taoist tradition.

Even the sages who founded the Guangming Academy back then came from the Guangming Palace.

For many years, the Guangming Academy and the Guangming Palace have been in dependent relationships, advance and retreat, and sharing honor and disgrace.

But now Wang Xuangang's voice exudes an unusual smell, and the Guangming Academy does not seem to want to continue to maintain such a relationship.

"The Grand Master...this matter..." Ying Beichen's expression was abnormal.

Compared to Wang Qiong, the signal sent by Wang Xuangang is a major event related to Qianqiu's future.

"In the world, if you are poor, you will change; if you change, you will be clear; if you are smooth, you will be long-lasting. Everything is impermanent and uncertain, and there is nothing strange." Wang Xuangang did not say it out loud, but said lightly.

"But..." Ying Beichen couldn't help but say.

Leaving the Palace of Light is a big deal. If you touch your whole body, you may even cause a huge disaster.

"When the sage founded the Academy of Light, he said that the times changed and the torrent of fate, the light of the past will eventually be annihilated, and the new light will be burned and reborn in destruction..." Wang Xuangang sighed leisurely.

The sages of that era had already foresaw various changes in the future.

Perhaps on the day the sage founded the Academy of Light, we had already expected that one day, the Academy of Light will part ways with the Palace of Light and embark on a different path.

"This is a big deal!" Ying Beichen said in a stern voice.

If this is a future that is destined to happen, he would not dare to imagine it.

"Don't panic. There is still a long time, maybe ten years, or twenty years. The fire will be passed on. What we need to do now is to cultivate seeds that are enough to entrust the future." Wang Xuangang said lightly.

This is a plan set by Wu Tianhen. In fact, over the years, the lord of the Light Academy has traveled around the world and found many seeds of luck. They all shoulder the hope of the future of the Light Academy.

When the time is ripe, these seeds will attract attention from the world.

"Wang Qiong is also one of them!" Ying Beichen couldn't help asking.

Wang Xuangang nodded: "You have to remember that he is very special."

Ying Beichen understood the truth. If this was the big plan set by the palace master, then his personal grudges would naturally be nothing and he had to put them aside.

"Then Butian Guild..."

"Let's watch the changes! There will be a clear idea at that time." Wang Xuangang said lightly.

In fact, he didn't know what the truth behind it was, and he would only know everything until that day.

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The imperial capital, the western mountain!

The moon rabbit rises eastward, and leaves three or two branches, sifting down shadows like bird's claws.

In the cold pond, a figure slowly rose from the water. As soon as the liquid in the body touched the air, it condensed into flesh and blood.

"Liuyue'er, you are so brave. You actually ignore the rules and have only replied for so long." A sequel voice rang under the moonlit night.

Liu Yue'er's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she looked at the person who came, showing a look of fear.

"Sailing Month, I have already said that there is a reason for this."

"There is a cause, and it may not be innocent!"

The sailor's black hair stood upside down, and his whole body exuded a cold chill. Even the black pool water was clean and the surrounding plants were as if it was in the cold winter.

Liu Yue'er's expression suddenly changed. The man in front of him was a master in the Dark Church, and he was at the level of purple lightning, while she was only at the level of Baihong. The other party's identity was two levels higher than him.

The huge gap is unimaginable, and this move can cost her a heavy price.

The ghostly figure appeared in front of Liu Yue'er, frost hitting people and frozen everything.

"The Dark Church is too petty."

At this moment, a loud voice resounded, and the terrifying aura shook all Bingjie.

The sailor Yue's face changed suddenly, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. He subconsciously pulled back. At almost the same time, a broad palm fell on his shoulder.

"Have you only sent a little guy to talk to me?" Wang Qiong chuckled, as gentle and gentle as slaughtering pigs and sheep.
Chapter completed!