Everything happened so fast.
However, the Primordial Holy Heaven did not react to this at all, nor did it obstruct it.
After all, the Primordial Holy Heaven wasn't really a powerful force; it was just an academy that cultivated geniuses.
Furthermore...
Given this level of crisis, it's normal that these trainees didn't stay.
Because they lack the strength to make any decisions.
Even the most brilliant geniuses at the Ten Saints level are not considered to have combat power.
The only combat force that can be put to use in the academy consists of the academy's holy teachers, the six academy masters, and the dean, etc.
Peak combat power is the fundamental factor that determines everything.
The atmosphere within the Primordial Holy Heaven was extremely solemn at this moment.
The departure of students left the academy extremely Leng Qing, a desolation mixed with an indescribable sense of Leng Qing, despondency, and decay.
In particular, after the abbots and holy teachers received the message from the abbot...
When Lin Xuan arrived at the location, he immediately saw the other two vice deans, the other five deans, and the other holy masters.
Almost everyone felt a sinking feeling in their hearts when they saw each other.
Unless it is a major event, they will never be gathered together in the Holy Heaven.
Last time, it was to announce the appointment of the long-vacant position of the Supreme Institute Academy's head, but now...
This is probably going to be a really big problem!
The rumors circulating outside... are very likely true!
The dean...
With heavy hearts, everyone took their seats in turn.
Not long after they sat down, an elderly man with white hair slowly walked in.
Not only was his hair white, but he also looked extremely old, and his vitality was rapidly dissipating, a state that was clearly visible to the naked eye.
For a moment, everyone stood up, unsure of what to say.
Bai Wuya, however, took it all in stride, smiling as he raised his hand and pressed it down on everyone.
"No need for that. Let things be as they should be."
Now, his breath is withered, his life force is fading, and anyone can sense the impending death.
"Dean..."
One of the vice-deans of the Primordial Holy Heaven was a tall, thin middle-aged man. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were filled with crimson and pain.
"It's only been a short time, why, why..."
Among the current high-ranking members of the Holy Heaven, he is the only one who was taken in and raised by the old dean from a young age.
He had no name or surname since childhood; it was the old headmaster who gave him the name Bai Wushang.
Therefore, she also has the deepest emotional connection and relationship with the dean.
Lin Xuan also remained silent.
Rumors had circulated for a long time that the old dean was nearing the end of his life, but no one expected the day to come so soon, considering how little time had passed since he became the head of the Supreme Institute...
However, the old dean is indeed nearing the end of his life...
"Don't worry about me." Bai Wuya shook his head lightly as he spoke and sat down.
He glanced around at everyone nearby and sighed with emotion.
"I never imagined this day would come so soon..."
There was regret in his voice, but also a sense of relief.
Bai Wuya sighed softly and slowly shook his head.
He knew perfectly well what would happen after his demise, but he was powerless to stop it, and had no way to prevent it.
Now that things have come to this, he has done everything in his power and as much as possible to live a few more days.
Unfortunately, during this period, they were ultimately unable to cultivate a new dean.
Dean, one must possess the strength of the Saint Realm expert.
Thinking about it, Bai Wuya's regretful gaze fell on Lin Xuan, and he let out a long sigh in his heart.
Lin Xuan... It's undeniable that in his heart, he was the one with the best chance of becoming Saint Realm.
Bai Wuya had no doubt and firmly believed that as long as Lin Xuan was given more time, he would definitely be able to step into the realm of the Saint Realm.
But time, oh time...
Time is precisely what he lacks most.
He truly couldn't find any more time.
If Saint Realm were truly so easy to cultivate, the Holy Heaven Domain wouldn't only have a dozen or so Saint Realm by now.
It's not something you can just cultivate at will.
Don't be fooled by the constant talk of geniuses who seem destined for the Saint Realm; most of it is just self-praise. Talent is ultimately just talent.
Of all the so-called aptitude for becoming a saint, in the end, probably less than one percent actually achieve self-realization.
Thinking about it, a trace of loneliness flashed in Bai Wuya's eyes. He raised his hand and activated the isolation formation.
He was on his deathbed.
Now, death is inevitable.
But before he died, he had some things he wanted to say...
The secret operation lasted for two full hours, and apart from those directly involved, no one knew what Bai Wuya had revealed.
Only Bai Wushang, after the event ended, rushed out like a madman.
According to those who saw him...
This usually calm and collected vice dean rushed out, almost in tears.
Even though they didn't know what the dean and other high-ranking officials had said, the students could tell from their demeanor that the former dean was probably handling his own funeral arrangements.
His downfall.
It's a done deal.
Unable to change it.
There was no way to reverse the situation.
From then on, everything in the entire Primordial Holy Heaven seemed to be pushed forward by time, and was completely plunged into a rapid gloom. All the students of the Primordial Holy Heaven rushed back from the Demon-Suppressing City, leaving only the necessary Holy Masters to guard the area.
A gloomy, fog-like haze enveloped every corner of the Sixth Hospital.
This sudden smog lasted for a full two weeks.
Then, it completely transformed into a persistent, dark cloud.
"Buzz--"
Supreme Institute, when Lin Xuan heard a muffled bell toll, he suddenly looked up at the dark, threatening rain-filled sky, his expression becoming heavy and oppressive.
Lin Yuechan, who was sitting next to him, suddenly stood up, her hand trembling as she knocked over her teacup.
But she completely ignored the tea that had spilled onto her skirt, and instead looked up in disbelief in Zhong Ming's direction.
"Buzz--"
"Buzz--"
"..."
Three chimes of a tripod bell signify an important event.
Then came the nine Feng Ming that followed.
At first, the Feng Ming was sharp, then mournful, and finally, the last three Feng Ming gradually faded, as if in the twilight of life.
"How... how could this be..."
Three chimes of the tripod bell, nine chimes of the phoenix's Feng Ming in the twilight.
For great sorrow.
Such actions can only lead to one thing.
Primordial Holy Heaven, Dean Bai Wuya...
fall from the sky!
Lin Yuechan's lips trembled as the image of the old man appeared before her eyes.
Back then, she was desperate and had nowhere to go. Like a homeless wolf cub, she was gradually overwhelmed by the enemy's encirclement and watched in terror and despair as the blade fell towards her.
Along with the silver light, a sky full of blood-red light and a figure drifting in.
Blood splattered all over her face.
But it wasn't hers.
In the twilight, the old man reached out his aged but warm hand to her, rescued her from the enemy's encirclement, and brought her back to the Primordial Holy Heaven.
In the blink of an eye.
That was twenty years.
now...
"Grandpa Bai... Grandpa Bai..."
Enveloped by fear and haunted by death, the tears that had been held back finally streamed down my face on this day.