Eternal Tranquility

The ghostly aura spread silently and violently. The student standing opposite shivered, rubbed his arms and asked curiously: "Why do you feel a little cold suddenly?"

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him speechlessly, thought for a while, and took back the storage bag: "Forget it, go and tell the students in Dantang that there is no need for classes today, and let them all go back to their dormitories and take a good rest." Stay!"

With such a big commotion, something must have happened to the lower levels of the academy, and it was most likely caused by Huishan.

Seeing that the student still looked confused, Liu Qinghuan sighed and warned: "You should go back to the dormitory later and don't come out!"

After saying that, regardless of whether the other party would listen or not, he quickly left. As soon as he reached the deserted corner, he immediately cast Atright Shadowlessness and flew towards the lower level.

On the eighth floor, he met Yun Meng and Qing Feng, who were also rushing to the lower floor. Both of them looked solemn and talked in low voices as they walked quickly.

"Brother, what are you doing, making such a big fuss!" Qing Feng said with dissatisfaction, "Have you seen him in the past few days? Did he say what he wanted to do?"

"No!" Yun Meng frowned and said, "He went out a few days ago, and I haven't seen him for half a month." After a pause, she lowered her voice and said, "I suspect..."

"Dean Yunmeng!" A middle-aged monk ran over, looking a little panicked: "Dean, what happened? I felt a..."

Yunmeng interrupted him and spoke very quickly: "Mr. Huang, you are here just in time. Please inform other teachers and ask them to gather all the students immediately and gather on the first floor!"

"Ah?" The middle-aged monk was stunned.

"Isn't it necessary?" Qing Feng disagreed: "Little sister, how about we take a look at what happened below? The students don't know anything, and it's easy to cause riots. And there are many people on the upper floors of the academy. With few outsiders here, we have to consider the impact and not make things worse!"

Yunmeng thought for a while and reluctantly agreed: "Okay, let's stop the students from running around and go back to their dormitories!"

"Yes!" The middle-aged monk was ordered to leave, and Yunmeng and the two quickly arrived at the entrance to the ninth floor. They saw black mist filling the entrance and rolling out!

"What a strong Yin Qi!" Qing Feng looked stern and grabbed the void with his right hand. A ray of green light emerged and turned into a long sword.

"What the hell is big brother doing?!"

"No! There are still many students on the ninth floor. They can't stand such a strong Yin Qi!" Yunmeng rushed in first, only to see the light of the protective shield on her body flash, and she was submerged in the mist in the blink of an eye.

After Qingfeng also entered, Liu Qinghuan slowly walked forward and looked down: the Yin Qi was extremely cold, a layer of gray-white frost had condensed on the ground and walls, and the surrounding area was as cold as an ice cellar.

When we got down to the ninth floor, we met a group of students, dressed in black python-patterned branch uniforms. Their faces were all green and white, and they were shivering from the cold. They supported each other and walked out with difficulty.

Going further inside, various sounds came from all directions. Some people were crying for help, and some were shouting the names of their companions. The entire ninth floor was like a pot of porridge.

There are more and more people lying down in the passage. Most of these students' cultivation levels are below Nascent Soul, and there are many low-level monks in the Qi training and foundation building stages.

They were unable to resist the erosion of such strong Yin Qi. Their lips were blue and black, their faces covered with a layer of frost turned gray-white, and they stopped breathing at some point.

Liu Qinghuan's feet paused slightly, and his powerful spiritual consciousness penetrated the black fog and swept through the classrooms and dormitories. There were more students lying down in those rooms, and many of them were dead.

The accident happened so suddenly. This was the time when students were in class, so many people were in the classroom. The corpses all over the room were shocking.

He saw Yunmeng's figure. She and some teachers were desperately trying to save the students who were still alive, but Qingfeng was nowhere to be seen.

Faced with such a tragic situation, Liu Qinghuan could only remain silent. Because these things happened tens of thousands of years ago and have been engraved in the annals of history. Even if he saves them now, the person he saves will actually be dead long ago.

At this moment, when countless living lives fell before our eyes, the peaceful and peaceful time in the academy in the past years was like a false dream, completely shattered.

Liu Qinghuan realized very clearly that he was a bystander in this world and could not change anything.

He walked towards the direction where the Yin Qi was coming from. The deeper he went, the more serious the situation became. At first, he could still see people running around, but in the back, there was only despairing silence.

He had entered Huishan's residence several times using Zhisheng Wuying. Most of the time, the place was guarded by a protective array. However, now the protective array had been broken by the surging Yin Qi, and even the palace door was knocked to the ground.

Here, the Yin Qi is as thick as water, and walking in it is like walking backwards in a big river.

"Stop! Stop!" Qing Feng's shout came from the inside: "What on earth do you want to do?"

Liu Qinghuan walked over and saw Qingfeng standing in front of a mirror. A huge space could be seen in the mirror. The original shelves were full of books and spiritual treasures were everywhere. Now everything was gone and replaced by a magic circle.

The blood-red formations looked extremely strange, intricately painted all over the ground, and all the Yin Qi spewed out from them.

Hui Shan was sitting in the middle of the circle, with a cradle opposite him.

Liu Qinghuan frowned in confusion and took another closer look to confirm that there was indeed a cradle for babies in front of the other party. In the basket, there was also a baby with a black face and a lifeless face.

"Stop!" Qingfeng picked up the frame of the mirror and shouted in hiss: "You promised me and my little sister! You would start only when we are completely ready. What is going on now? Didn't you see that the entire academy was about to be destroyed?" Are you ruining it? Many students have died outside. Are you crazy?"

However, Huishan's eyes were closed tightly and his face was full of pain. It was obvious that the ceremony had reached a critical stage and he could not feel anything outside.

To be honest, Liu Qinghuan didn't know what ritual Huishan was performing, but combined with the strong soul fluctuations here and now, as well as the faintly floating law of reincarnation, most of what the other party did was to change his fate against the will of heaven.

He wanted to be reincarnated and get rid of the increasingly approaching catastrophe, but he couldn't really enter the cycle of reincarnation...

However, let alone a newly born baby, even a combined monk may not be able to withstand the soul power of a Mahayana monk. I don’t know how Huishan can stuff his huge soul into such a small baby body.

Qingfeng was so anxious that he didn't dare to interrupt the other party, otherwise it would be difficult to predict what would happen.

Liu Qinghuan was staring at the magic circle on the ground, and his eyes at Huishan became more and more serious: He was simply looking for death!