September 23rd, 8284 in the Holy Calendar.

The Red Hand, who had already settled down, took the old men of his own mercenary group and followed a group of residents of the Xiguang Association to the place where the Northland barbarians were located.

The homeland of the barbarians is the frosty ice field, a land of extreme cold, where even the most daring adventurers will not set their goals at will, only the brave who will die, the wicked expelled from the mainland, and the Manchus who are even more terrifying than the worst of the wicked will live there.

Red Hand had heard many legends about barbarians and the ice field, and he also knew what the concept of the bitter cold of the ice field was about minus two hundred degrees - the aftermath of many Divine Consciousness frost spells was at this level, and living in the ice field was equivalent to living in the aftermath of countless Divine Consciousness level frost spells.

But recently, standing on the deck of the battleship, the red hand who went deep into the ice field did not feel the bitter cold that should have been.

The wind with a hint of warmth was spreading in all directions, and in the middle of the sky, which was supposed to be the dark curtain of eternal night, there was a ball of light that could not flicker with thunder light, illuminating the heavens and the earth, bringing light to the entire frosty ice field.

Without the severe cold, the Northland Ice Fields are not a dangerous place, and even if there are mountains on the periphery as barriers and obstacles, they cannot stop the strong people who are bent on carving out the way.

Halfway into the mountains, the Red Hand saw many astonishing scenes.

He saw a red-haired lady driving a huge steel golem, splitting mountains with explosions and flames, melting the rugged cliffs with flames, and carving a straight avenue through the twisting mountains.

He saw huge silver warships moving back and forth through the snowy fields, dissolving the snow and ice, solidifying the frozen earth, and forging a black rock avenue in the endless white plains.

All the barbarians, all the demons, all those who heard the echo and wanted to enter the ice field, followed this mountain avenue, this road between the ice and snow.

At the same time, the Redhand saw many Northland barbarians.

These Northland barbarians are heavily armed, and when they encounter people who are not their own tribe on weekdays, they will start fighting if they disagree, and they will not fake their colors to anyone.

But now, they are the forerunners of the way, and the tribes serve as beacons, lighting torches, stretching a path of fire through the snow, guiding the many warships that travel back and forth through the ice fields.

The Red Hand was fortunate to communicate with these barbarians who he had never seen before, but it was rumored that they were all like demon gods and only knew how to kill, but found that as long as they also showed a kind scene, they were also very peaceful and friendly, and even they had their own poetry, and in terms of literary and artistic level, they were not inferior to the best artists in the empire.

The Red Hand never knew, he had never tried to understand the barbarians before, and naturally never understood their minds and culture.

He's a demonizer and doesn't stand a chance, but what about the others?

Red Hand had already talked to his old brother Cicero, and when they met, they hugged each other tightly, lamenting how each other had changed in the past year.

The Red Hand praised Cicero for becoming strong and following a truly strong man, but Cicero modestly said that everyone could do what he did, and the skills taught by the Lord could be learned by anyone, and with the talent of the Red Hand, as long as he studied carefully, he could definitely be stronger than him in the future.

The Red Hand is skeptical, he has had enough of the suffering without inheritance.

If there is no accident, it is impossible for the demonizer to learn any source energy skills from the normal way, their channeling techniques, their source energy use methods must all be obtained from the bloodline, or accidentally obtained from various relics, all in all, there will not be any normal powerhouse in this world who will teach his inheritance to a demonizer.

But facts speak louder than words, and the Red Hand is now on his way to the heart of the ice field to witness the professor's exposition of his legacy and teachings to everyone in the world.

Soon, they arrived at the center of the icefield, a huge metal temple.

The outer structure of the hall is supported by sixteen huge columns, and the base is rooted in the earth, with a structure like tree roots that penetrate into the earth's crust and even into the depths of the earth's mantle.

The hundreds of meters high beams and pillars are almost like the peaks of the heavens and the earth, and the sixteen beams and pillars are inscribed with all kinds of strange source energy skills, dense and different.

From the major elements to the martial arts of forging the body, from the secret methods of cultivating the spiritual soul to the gardening of summoning natural spirits and cultivating sacred trees, all the inheritances that human beings have ever had and imagined are all inscribed on these mountain-like pillars, and anyone can freely refer to and learn freely.

These pillars alone made the red hand's eyes glazed and unbelievable, and he knew at a glance that none of these inheritances were false, and all of them were unfathomable, with superiority and mystery that his current cultivation of guidance could not be matched at all.

Anyone, anyone with a little bit of source energy talent, as long as they practice these skills, they will have the opportunity to achieve the light of their hearts, even if they are demonizers, they can also have the basic strength to resist the erosion of demonic diseases.

After getting off the battleship, on the flat square outside the main hall, the red hand saw groups of neatly lined up.

Those teams are full of young demonizers, most of them are strong and strong, with long breath and strong qi and blood, they train between the light and the wind and snow, fight each other, and engage in actual combat, and they are extremely ruthless when they start one by one, and they have no intention of giving up.

Seeing this scene, the red hand couldn't help but be surprised, even if it was the training of their mercenary group, the training would reach the top when they were sweating, where was the training to the point of seeing blood and bones? You must know that if you are injured in training, it will take ten and a half days to recuperate, and it will take time to recover at that time, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

But he also saw that in the light of the Tree of Thunder, which shimmered with dazzling light and looked like an arm, endless life turned into blue stardust and fell towards the wounded crowd - just a few breaths, and those who had been injured by training were healed.

They shook their arms and torsos to make sure there was nothing wrong with them, and then shouted again and began to fight again.

Training has reached this point, and it is no different from actual combat.

The red hand carefully observed for a while, and had to admit that even the mercenary group that had experienced a hundred battles might not be much better than these trained people in terms of combat performance, at most they were more adaptable to various completely different combat environments.

"Huh?! Why, how can there still be children? ”

And the most surprising thing for the red hand is this.

In the training team closest to the main hall, he saw many children in their early teens, most of these children were demonics, but they were quite disciplined in actual combat training, and their ability to control the origin was even more proficient, just like a veteran who had experienced the airport chapter.

"Those were Professor Svetley's first disciples." A passing member of the Xiguang Society said, noticing the direction of the red hand's gaze, and explained to him with a smile: "Professor Svetley was originally the director of an orphanage, and those children were orphans in the orphanage, and they were originally taught by the professor. ”

"Their strength is very good, and the most powerful of them are already approaching the Heart Light Level."

The red hand was not only surprised, but simply stunned in place - the teenager began to approach the heart light level?

He, an old mercenary who has fought all his life, is just a high-level Xinguang!

"Look at the one."

Amused by the surprise of the red hand, the passerby paused and explained to him with a smile: "The young man who looks beautiful and is watching over everyone's training is one of the three strongest students of Svetre, Chief Seneca. ”

"He has actually reached the Heart Light Stage, but his cultivation method is quite special, and he needs to 'source energy organize' the organs in his body one by one before he can condense the Heart Light Body and completely enter the Heart Light Stage."

"This method of cultivation can greatly increase everyone's resistance to source energy erosion, and as soon as Chief Seneca has completed this step, Professor Svetley will summarize the process of his practice, and after optimization, he will teach it to everyone, so that all of us can practice according to this method."

Resist the erosion of source energy and teach it to everyone.

Every word the red hand could understand, but he didn't want to believe it was true...... He looked up at Seneca, the chief disciple of the elf-like appearance, and the red hand could even sense a hint of danger in the beauty that looked even more beautiful than the princess of the empire.

This shows that although Seneca's strength is not as good as his, it can already pose a slight threat to him.

An ordinary demonizer who has only been practicing for more than a year can pose a threat to a demonic mercenary who has been fighting all his life......

"Don't be depressed."

A hand stretched out and patted the shoulder of the red hand, who was a little lost, and the resident of the Xiguang Society smiled, and she said cheerfully, "In the final analysis, it's just that their cultivation method is stronger than you and me. ”

"But, you see, all the essence cultivation methods are inscribed on the pillars of the main hall, and the cultivation methods of Seneca and several other chief disciples are also on it, as long as it is suitable, you can also practice!"

- All people can practice, regardless of race or class.

The resident of the association used the clearest and clearest sentences to inform the Red Hand, the core concept of the Xiguang Association.

The red hand calmed down slightly.

The mercenary with a somewhat old face couldn't help but raise his head and look around the hall.

The three strongest students under Professor Svetley are Seneca, Loya, and Gasha.

Of these three disciples, Seneca's strength is actually the lowest, but his character is the most secure, and he has always followed the professor's side and managed the other children who originally came from the orphanage.

Some say that Seneca is Svetre's chosen heir, and although it is only a rumor, it is not low in credibility.

As for the other two chief disciples, Loya followed another strong man from Professor Svetley's side, Master Suiguang from the Light Chaser Order, to the headquarters of the Light Chaser Order, and Professor Svetley was willing to share many secret methods with the Light Chaser Order, provided that the Light Chaser Order also made his skills public.

Both sides are to be open and honest in the face of the calamity that threatens the entire design of the Holy Day to be extinguished.

And among all the disciples, Gasha, the most powerful, is now patrolling the entire ice field with the Primordial Battleship.

They didn't drive away those source energy beasts, as long as the intelligent source energy beasts were willing to cooperate, then the professor was also willing to educate them, so that these beasts called barbarians could also share the light of civilization.

There is no class in teaching, and the road is a trip.

After knowing the actions of these Svetley disciples, Red Hand no longer had any jealousy in his heart, he just sighed, feeling that their teacher was indeed teaching them carefully, and that they were good enough as disciples to take on such a great responsibility.

And, most importantly, the eldest of these children, Seneca is only seventeen years old, and the youngest Loya is fourteen or fifteen years old.

By the time they reach the age of twenty, won't they all have to break through to the divine will one by one, and even touch the threshold of the disaster?

In another ten years, the group of orphans under Professor Svetley's seat may all be disaster powerhouses, right?

Although it was unbelievable, the red hand couldn't help but scare himself when he thought that it was indeed such a possibility.

If there were calamities all over the country, no matter how powerful the Asmodean Empire was, it would be impossible to fight the hordes of humanoid natural disasters.

Even if the Sun Emperor is really so powerful that it is incomparable to the powerhouses of the past generations of the Calamity Realm, then there is an equally strong and unbelievable Professor Svetley, no matter how you think about it, the outcome has already been decided.

At least, with the strength of the Asmodean Empire now, it is impossible to defeat that future.

The people who led the mercenary group walked all the way, and in the end, the red hand still followed the silent crowd and entered the metal hall with reverence.

The main hall is nameless, and Professor Svetley does not name it, but according to the members of the Sheikon Society who are nearby, they call it the Missionary Hall.

Standing in the center of the northern ice field, the pole of the world, the interior of the mission hall is as warm as spring.

As soon as they entered it, a gentle light lingered all over their bodies, exhaustion and hunger disappeared, and the group of demonizers led by the red hand even subconsciously straightened their backs, they felt that all the pain caused by the erosion of source energy in their bodies disappeared, and the hot stinging and distortion that penetrated into their souls instantly dissipated, as if they had been expelled from it.

This was not an illusion, for when Red Hand raised his arm, which was no longer entangled in pain as if it had been burned by flames, he was shocked to see wisps of black smoke emanating from his arm.

The chaotic souls, the distorted essentia, were all out of his body.

Although his strength will decrease in a short period of time, his real combat effectiveness will increase by several times?

The red hand was even at a loss for a moment—the pain that had been haunting him for decades was now gone, leaving him unprepared.

And in this confusion, Red Hand was brought into the hall by his excited companions.

It was an impossibly wide lecture hall.

Far larger than the Imperial Gladiatorial Arena, it can accommodate 100,000 people, and the huge lecture hall where hundreds of thousands of people sit at the same time is almost full, because everyone in the main hall will not be hungry and tired, so the main hall is silent, just waiting quietly.

Waiting, in the center of the lecture hall, the white-haired old man spoke.

Guided by a ray of light, the Red Hand and the others sat in their seats, and they were equally silent, waiting.

Time passes, maybe it's long, maybe it's instantaneous.

[Today. 】

Eventually, a calm, grand voice rang out.

In the center of the lecture hall, the white-haired old man looked around at everyone present, and he said: "I want to explain the nature of demonization. 】

[I want to explain the relationship between the Holy Day, the Demon Moon, and the Source Energy.] 】

[How to avoid the erosion of source energy when cultivating, how to strip away the influence of demonization through channeling and transform it into strengthening, and how to let ordinary people also get this god-given power. 】

[I will prove to everyone that behind all the suffering in this world, there are hidden blessings. The Demonic are not outcasts, but lost people who have not been guided. 】

He said that the grand voice resounded in everyone's ears, and the words were clear and went straight to the heart.

The people in the hall heard, and those outside the hall heard.

Under the light of the Eternal Night Celestial Tree, all the tribesmen who were guiding and gathering in the crowd on the ice field raised their heads, they looked at the light in the sky in reverence, and wanted to bend down, but they straightened up because they remembered the teachings of the One.

They praised, sang, and cheered, trying to take the words of the One to heart, and the priests who knew how to write articles and inscribe runes picked up pen and paper and raised their carving knives as quickly as they could, and they tried to write down the mysteries in their own way, and to pass on those powerful legacies to the world.

I will tell you that the world is coming to an end, and the holy days will be extinguished, but do not be afraid. The voice said with firm faith: "Verily I say unto you, all this is not worth fearing, but as long as the beings of the world of Aion are willing to work together and the holy day is extinguished, we will light the holy day, and when the end comes, we will crush the end." 】

And now, I will tell you the way to the future. 】

He began to tell. Talk about the methods of source energy practice, the wonders, and the subtle techniques, and most importantly, the mind.

Everyone heard it.

Outside the ice field, inside the frost field, those soldiers and civilians who had not had time to reach the depths of the ice field and were still on the way heard it.

In the mountains of Xiguang, the peasants who remained in the fields to harvest their crops, and those who cultivated the wasteland, heard it.

At the edge of the northern border, people who live in the empire and travel around the border of the country heard it.

All the intelligent source energy beasts around the Xiguang Mountain Range, and even in the northern ice field, those beings who can understand human speech, all of them are stunned, and these beasts have also heard them.

They heard thunder, thunderclaps and roars, and realizations from the soul.

From dead dreams, from long-forgotten ideals, aspirations, and extinguished flames in their hearts, they heard the sound of the road opening up to the future.

The flame crackled, it was because of reality, talent, and suffering, the fire that had been extinguished by survival, and now the voice that was rekindled in the soul, it was ignited by a ray of light called hope, and it may be extinguished in the future, but not now.

If everyone could live a new life, most of them would be great men, because they knew what mistakes they had made in their lives and how they could avoid them.

And now, Su Sun has given everyone the strength and opportunity to live again, he has awakened the muddy and nightmare, and given them the axe and hammer that open the way ahead.

Of course, before they can change the world, they need to use this axe to chop their bodies and carve new shapes, and they need to use the world as a furnace to burn the beaten and shattered old self into molten iron and water it again.

Su Sun knows that not everyone can succeed, even if they preach by themselves, not everyone can find their true selves again, and find the self who wants to become better.

However, he will bless.

My word is here, but if you forget it, you will return. 】

[The inheritance is inscribed on the pillars of the main hall, on the walls, they will not disappear, forget it, remember it again, I will tell you again and again, again and again. 】

He blessed all.

Offstage.

Although he stayed in the calm hall, there was a strong wind howling in the heart of the red hand, and he stared at the man on the podium in a daze, and his heart gradually became filled with determination.

"I will preach his teachings and legacy to all who should hear it."

Originally, the Red Hand was not afraid of death. If it was for the sake of his brother's future and survival, as a demonizer who was not far from death, he could die heroically without hesitation.

But now, he doesn't want to die.

He was going to live, even if it was harder than dying heroically, but he definitely had to live.

And spread more teachings, more teachings, to everyone.

At this moment, the brilliance of the Candlelight Divine Tree penetrated the sky and the earth.

The sound of the primordial candle spread for thousands of miles, thousands of miles, and the aftermath resounded across the continent, and half of the world was shaken by it, causing the wind of the north to whistle and sweep into the distance.

Far away, above the Tower of Babel, the blonde-haired emperor raised his head, his brow raised, his gaze deep.

Under the Tower of Babel, both the generals and the knights raised their heads, stunned, and then pondered.

The Order of Chasing the Light, the Holy Place; Church of the Holy Day, before the Cardinal of the Three Magi; In the seaside capital, on the towering guiding lighthouse, there are people listening, thinking, and silent.

They all heard it.

So, the world has changed dramatically.