The weakest martial artist? One punch and he's leveled up a whole realm!

After listening to Wu Canglan finish speaking, Ye Xiao...

He suddenly felt that his worldview had been further expanded.

He asked, "What's the difference between the abyss and the rift?"

Wu Canglan said.

"The difference is that the abyss is another world."

"And the Rift World was originally part of our world."

The simple and easy-to-understand explanation made Ye Xiao understand it immediately.

Wu Canglan continued speaking.

"I know you went to the Crimson Abyss World, so you should have seen the lava scenery there."

Ye Xiao nodded.

In front of such an important person, any lie he tells will be seen through immediately.

Therefore, Ye Xiao naturally had no intention of hiding anything.

"The abyss contains not only Balrogs, but also something even more terrifying."

"They slumber in the depths of the abyss, perhaps waking up once every few thousand years, or perhaps once every few hundred years, and when they do, they devour a world."

"However, the intervals between their awakenings are getting shorter and shorter."

Ye Xiao's fingers tightened.

"How much longer?"

"It could take a year, or at most three years," Wu Canglan said calmly. "The seal on the rift is weakening rapidly. The Flame Demon King of the Crimson Abyss has awakened, and the monsters in the other rifts are also stirring. At that time, it won't be a problem of just one Flame Demon King, but a problem of twelve king-level monsters from the abyss attacking simultaneously."

"The eighty-eight rift worlds around the world were originally part of our world, but due to some events, they were temporarily separated. However, the Abyss has its eye on those worlds and wants to devour them as outposts to attack our main world."

Wu Canglan's words brutally revealed to Ye Xiao the cruel truth behind the crisis of the World Rift.

Ye Xiao asked, "Didn't the human powerhouses ever consider reclaiming the eighty-eight Rift Worlds?"

Wu Canglan gave a calm reply.

"I've always wanted to, and I've always been working towards it."

Ye Xiao was speechless. He had always thought that the human powerhouses had never made any effort in this regard.

Unexpectedly, the strongest humans have been working towards this goal all along.

But so far there have been no significant results.

This illustrates one point.

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How incredibly difficult it is to reclaim the eighty-eight lost rift worlds!

Just then.

Suddenly, Wu Canglan told Ye Xiao a secret.

"I need to go to the other side of the rift. Not the Crimson Abyss, but somewhere much deeper."

Ye Xiao was stunned.

Based on what Wu Canglan had said before about the "abyss".

He could already guess where Wu Canglan was going.

"You're going to the abyss?"

"right."

"What are you going there for?"

"Reinforce the seal, and delay it for as long as possible."

"But isn't the seal left by the Nameless Ancestor still in effect?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Canglan laughed.

Ye Xiao was somewhat confused.

Wu Canglan said, "Wuming was an ancient person from nearly 100,000 years ago. His contributions back then are certainly indelible, but in reality, the reason why the seal has been able to exist is because generation after generation of human powerhouses have continuously reinforced the seal."

"Everyone loves stories of heroes, but world order and peace have never depended on individuals, but on generations of unsung heroes who are willing to sacrifice and dedicate themselves."

At this moment, the old man's image became clearer in Ye Xiao's eyes.

Wu Canglan took the unsheathed ancient sword from his waist and placed it horizontally beside Ye Xiao's bed.

The sword is entirely black, without any decoration.

Only a thin golden line runs along the spine of the sword.

The sword was glowing faintly, as if it were breathing.

"Its name is Tinglan," Wu Canglan said. "It has been with me for fifty years. When I'm not around, it guards this place for me."

"Many people recognize it; if you carry it, many people will give you face."

Ye Xiao looked at the sword, and his heart began to beat faster.

"What do you want me to do?"

Wu Canglan sat down on the edge of the bed and looked out at the cracks in the window.

"What I need you to do is not to fight in the rifts, nor to kill monsters. You'll do those things later, but not now." He paused. "What I need you to do is guard this place."

"Protect the school?" Ye Xiao smiled, somewhat puzzled. "But there are so many deans, professors, and mentors at the school who are far more capable than me. How can it be my place to presumptuously claim to protect the school?"

"It's about protecting people!" Wu Canglan turned to look at him. "Whether it's the Heavenly Pride Society, the Demon Hunter Society, or the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion, whether they are from noble families or commoners, on the day the rift opens, they will all be human, and they will all need someone to stand in front of them and lead them!"

Ye Xiao was stunned.

Protect the people?

Is it because humans are the last spark for humanity to fight against the abyss?

"But Principal, what qualifications do I have to lead those geniuses?"

"Besides, do you think those geniuses will listen to me?"

Wu Canglan smiled.

He said, word by word, "Ye Xiao, I ask you, how much worse are you than those geniuses?"

Ye Xiao felt a shiver run through his body.

Then the confusion in his eyes gradually cleared.

My confidence is slowly rising.

He finally uttered a confident sentence.

"Exactly the same!"

Wu Canglan burst into laughter.

He admired that kind of confidence in young people!

The spirit of youth is something that cannot be regenerated!

next moment.

Wu Canglan reached out and touched Ye Xiao's forehead.

A warm force surged from my fingertips, like a river, like a beam of light, like a seed falling into the soil.

"This is the culmination of my hundred years of cultivation. It's not for you to use, it's for you to comprehend."

"When you finally understand all of this, you'll know what to do."

Ye Xiao closed his eyes.

That power flowed through his body, merging with his fist intent and resonating with the golden patterns beneath his skin.

He saw many things—not images, but feelings.

It is the path Wu Canglan has walked, the battles he has fought, the blood he has shed, and the people he has protected over the past hundred years.

When he opened his eyes again, they were red.

Will you come back?

Wu Canglan did not answer.

He picked up the "Listening to the Waves Sword" from beside the bed and personally placed it in Ye Xiao's hand.

This act of handing it over was like placing a heavy responsibility into Ye Xiao's hands.

Ye Xiao felt that this sword was as heavy as Mount Tai.

Wu Canglan walked to the door, stopped, and did not turn around.

Before your father died, he asked me if I could take a look at you for him.

"I said I could, and I did."

His voice was very soft, like the wind.

"Now, I need you to do one thing."

Ye Xiao propped himself up on the edge of the bed and slowly sat up.

His ribs ached as if they were about to crack, but he gritted his teeth and sat up straight.

"Live," Wu Canglan emphasized again, "Live well!"

He pushed open the door and went out.

The moonlight shone on the corridor, casting a long shadow on him.

Ye Xiao watched the figure disappear at the end of the corridor, his fists clenched tightly.