One Thousand and Twenty Seven Confessions

Emperor Taixu led Yu Huang to leave early, his steps a little hurried.

Professor Cheng and the others looked at the backs of the two people leaving, with curiosity in their eyes.

What happened to Yu Huang that he couldn't reveal to them?

but...

"Have you ever felt that when Dean and classmate Yu Huang walk together, they don't look like brothers and sisters, but more like father and daughter." Emperor Taixu maintained his appearance in his fifties, and Yu Huang was in his prime, and the two of them In the eyes of these people, the figures standing in tandem looked like a father and daughter.

"Haha, what's this, getting a girl from old age?" Everyone laughed.

Yu Huang heard the discussions of the professors behind her, and couldn't help but raise her head to look at Emperor Taixu's back.

As the dean of Canglang Academy, Emperor Taixu is definitely not as young as he appears.

Yu Huang opened the smart brain terminal on his wrist and searched for the identity of Emperor Taixu. The information he got was——

Taixu Emperor: Dean of Canglang Academy, the awakener of the strongest realm of the Imperial Master (Emperor), the super bestial fish, and the beloved disciple of Miracle Emperor.

Age: Unknown.

Yu Huang then searched for information about the Miracle Emperor again, and what he got was——

Miraculous Emperor: The founder of Canglang Academy, the first dean, the most powerful state of the emperor (Emperor), the awakener of the rare animal form Silver Moon, the year of his birth is unknown, and the year of his death is unknown.

This person is even more mysterious than Emperor Taixu.

"We're here." Emperor Taixu suddenly stopped. When he turned around, he saw Yu Huang's pupils flashing with light as he raised his head and stared at the void in trance.

"Are you checking information?" Emperor Taixu was very smart. He could guess what Yu Huang was doing when he saw Yu Huang acting like this. He told Yu Huang: "Stop checking it. I can't remember my own age, let alone this smart brain terminal database."

Hearing this, Yu Huang was somewhat embarrassed.

She quickly turned off the smart brain terminal and asked again: "When did the Miracle Emperor die?"

"What kind of miracle emperor." Taixu Emperor frowned and corrected Yu Huang's title, "You have to call me master."

There were many professors in the conference hall before, but Yu Huang did not speak clearly. Now she and Emperor Taixu were the only two left. Yu Huang had to speak out some of his inner thoughts. Yu Huang told Emperor Taixu: "Dean, I already have a master. His name is Lin Jiansheng. He is a spiritual purifier. Master has accompanied me from childhood to today. He has granted me everything. In my heart, The Lingxiao God is an important being who is both a teacher and a father."

"Forgive me for not being able to worship the Miracle Emperor as my teacher."

She can be the student of Miracle Emperor, but she cannot be the disciple of Miracle Emperor.

Emperor Taixu was stunned for a moment when he heard what he said. "Did you know that what you rejected was the inheritance of the strongest beast master in Canglang Continent?"

Yu Huang smiled and said, "Who doesn't want inheritance? But I can no longer accept others as my teacher."

Emperor Taixu suddenly smiled, "Your temper is somewhat similar to that of my master. However, since the master has chosen you, he has recognized your talent and strength. Just accept the inheritance. Anyway, he Since the old man is no longer here, I will skip the apprenticeship ceremony."

Hearing this, Yu Huang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Well."

"This is my working building." Emperor Taixu led Yu Huang into a two-story European-style building and entered a clean living room. With a wave of his right hand, a layer of barrier appeared outside the room, dividing the conference room and the outside into two worlds.

Emperor Taixu walked to the most spacious hard sofa and sat down. He pointed to the sofa on the right and said to Yu Huang, "Sit down and talk."

"good."

Yu Huang sat down, took the initiative to pick up tea, poured a cup for Emperor Taixu, and offered it to Emperor Taixu with both hands. "Dean, you have tea."

Nodding, Emperor Taixu took the tea handed by Yu Huang.

Even though he wasn't thirsty, he still lowered his head and took a sip.

Seeing this, Yu Huang poured himself a full cup.

After drinking a cup of tea, she finally calmed down completely. "Dean, what I am going to tell you next is related to the survival of the Three Thousand Worlds. I swear with my soul that every word I say is true. If there is a lie, the sky will strike like lightning."

Seeing Yu Huang's serious attitude, Emperor Taixu couldn't help but become straighter in his sitting posture. "What exactly do you know? Who is the person who kidnapped you from the deep sea?"

"That person is the way of heaven."

In just five words, Emperor Taixu was stunned to the point of being frozen in place. "Heaven?" Emperor Taixu exclaimed, "How is this possible!"

Almost every monk in the world of cultivation worships the Dao of Heaven as the true god.

But no one knows whether the way of heaven really exists or where it is.

As all the fortune tellers died, and no fortune tellers appeared in the three thousand worlds, over time, everyone also held a skeptical attitude towards the existence of the way of heaven. Now, some researchers in the world of cultivation even believe that the way of heaven does not exist at all, and the calamity thunder is not the handiwork of the way of heaven, but the energy of nature.

Therefore, why was Emperor Taixu not surprised when he heard that Yu Huang said that the person who kidnapped her from the deep sea was actually the Dao of Heaven?

"Does the way of heaven really exist?" Emperor Taixu asked in awe and suspicion.

Yu Huang nodded, "Of course he exists."

Yu Huang looked up at the dark sky outside the window and sighed: "Isn't the Tribulation Thunder the best proof?"

Emperor Taixu said: "The Dao of Heaven only exists in legends. No one knows where he is, what he looks like, whether he is a human or a ghost. Over time, everyone feels that the Dao of Heaven is a fictitious existence. I have always thought that, The Way of Heaven may have existed, but like the fortune teller, he fell for some unknown reason."

Yu Huang shook her head and said, "No, he has always existed. Does the dean know what the calamity thunder is?"

Emperor Taixu thought for a while and said uncertainly: "We monks are superpowers who grow by absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth. We took away the power that belonged to Heaven. In order to punish us, Heaven stole his power. This is how the calamity thunder was created."

Emperor Taixu glanced at Yu Huang and said, "The calamity thunder is Heaven's punishment for us."

"Punishment?" Yu Huang sneered, "It's not so much punishment as deprivation."

"How do you say that?" Emperor Taixu was puzzled by Yu Huang's remarks.

Yu Huang said: "Whether it is the way of heaven or the fortune teller, they all live by the power of faith. The hearts of practitioners are as solid as a rock. The higher their cultivation level, the more spiritual power they absorb, and their understanding of the natural world The more faith you have in the way of heaven, the stronger your power will be.”

"Every time our strength breaks through a level, our belief in the way of heaven becomes stronger. At this time, the power of the way of heaven will transform into the thunder of calamity and deprive us of that power of belief." After saying that, Yu Huang sipped. He pursed his lips, lowered his eyelids, and muttered: "We have stolen the spiritual power of nature, and he has stolen our faith."

Emperor Taixu was stunned.