Waste only needs a system, I am strong only by myself

All the information about the future disaster flashed through the young woman's mind.

In the future, Haotian Continent will be surrounded by catastrophe and plunged into endless darkness.

The old palace master kept overdrawing his life, predicting the future, trying to find a way to save the mainland.

again and again.

The predicted results are without exception, except darkness is still darkness.

All creatures in Haotian Continent have no hope of survival at all.

The only variable is that in the endless darkness, there is a looming light spot.

The light source is very weak, and it seems to be extinguished at any time.

The old palace master caught a vague message from the light spot.

Among the contemporary monks, there is a son of destiny who should be robbed.

The Son of Destiny can lead the people of the mainland to resist the catastrophe and move towards the dawn of victory.

It's just that the light spots are erratic, and there is a risk of disappearing at any time.

The old palace lord immediately sent all the staff of the Tianshu Mansion out to find contemporary disciples who fit the information of the Son of Destiny among all sects, in an attempt to recruit them into the Tianshu Mansion for training and protection.

However, the information collected by the feedback is extremely messy, and it is impossible to screen and judge who is the son of destiny for Ying Jie.

What made the old Palace Master even more desperate was that since then, all the bright spots in his predictions of the future have disappeared.

At that moment, the old Palace Master's heart was already ashamed, and because of the frequent use of blood power, not only his life was running out.

It is because of frequent peeps at the secrets of the future that he was punished by God.

More than a month ago, the old palace lord knew that he didn't have much time, so he found the illegitimate daughter with the most mellow blood to succeed the next Tianshu Palace lord.

And he used the last remaining vitality to forcefully resist the backlash, and made the last prediction of the future in his life.

Things turned around!

At that time, the new Palace Master was also present, and she also saw the last picture of the future that the old Palace Master predicted in his life.

The opening scene of the future is no different from the past.

Haotian Continent was swallowed by endless darkness.

Only this time the spot of light reappeared.

And changed from the looming in the past, very bright.

The old palace master was extremely excited. Seeing hope, he exploded with unprecedented potential, squeezing the last trace of vitality.

The light spot is getting brighter and brighter, from far to near, like a meteor passing through the endless darkness.

Finally turned into a line of words.

Nine-year compulsory education, the continuation of human civilization, the savior of human civilization.

Just when the new and old palace masters were excited.

A bald head with a few dull hairs, holding a thick book in his hand, came out of the darkness.

He has a pious and serious face, and whispers in his mouth.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire!"

"If the world falls into darkness, then I am the only light!"

"I am the first disciple of the nine-year compulsory education."

"I am the representative of the mathematics class of the nine-year compulsory education."

"I am the Son of Light!"

"I said...let there be light!"

His bald head shot out a beam of light soaring into the sky, which was extremely dazzling in the dark.

At that time, the old and new palace masters were stunned!
A bald head will glow, what the hell is that!

This is Ying Jie's Son of Destiny?

Never thought it would be a bald head!
This is completely different from the Son of Destiny they imagined.

The trough between the two is not finished yet.

Another cute girl came out of the darkness holding a weird musical instrument in her hand.

"Music is the best means of communicating the soul of a person."

"Money is the same."

"I am the second disciple of the founder of the nine-year compulsory education."

"I am the representative of the nine-year compulsory education music class."

"I am the light of local tyrants!"

"I said that having money can make ghosts turn the millstone, and having money can make gods and ghosts avoid it."

The cute girl threw countless money, and all the darkness around her receded.

The old and new palace masters had no time to sigh with emotion, another purple-haired girl walked out holding the black book in her hand.

"Fantasy is human nature, and the development of civilization is inseparable from human imagination of things."

"One book, one world, I write the future with a pen."

"I am the third disciple of the founder of the nine-year compulsory education."

"I am the representative of novels and essays."

"I said I form an army with one person, and form a regiment with one person!"

The purple-haired girl opened the black book.

Countless people walked out of the book, wherever their swords went, they avoided darkness.

The old and new palace masters looked at each other.

I have been desperately looking for the Son of Destiny before, but there has been no news.

All of a sudden, three of them popped up, which caught them off guard.

However, the picture didn't end there.

A middle-aged man continued to walk out of the darkness.

He stands with his hands behind his back.

"Pretentious like the wind, always with me."

"I use pretense to fulfill your dreams."

"I am a nine-year compulsory education...an auditor."

"I am the Returning God of War!"

"Peeping people in the pot, there is a way in the pot!"

The middle-aged man took out a kettle and poured it on the ground. The surrounding darkness was melted by the boiling water.

The appearance of these four people was just the beginning, and then one after another, light and shadow came out.

Their faces were covered with a layer of brilliance, making it difficult to see their faces clearly.

At this moment, the darkness completely receded.

A dilapidated hilltop courtyard clearly appeared in front of the two of them.

This is the first time in all the prophecies of the old palace lord that there is a picture of a dark accident.

On the gate of the courtyard are engraved the characters of Yucai Kindergarten, Sanwei Bookstore, and Baicao Garden.

All the people who just appeared in the yard sat on the small horses and listened carefully.

The new and old palace masters followed everyone's gaze.

A young man with unparalleled looks stood in front of him.

The smile on his face has a kind of magical power that makes people feel at ease.

"Nine-year compulsory education, there is no distinction between teaching and learning."

"Comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor."

"Standing on the shoulders of giants, conveying the civilizational ideas of the pioneers."

"I am the advocate of nine-year compulsory education."

"I am Zhang Hao."

Everyone else stood up and bowed deeply to the boy.

Screen so far.

The old palace master spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

This means that his life is coming to an end.

However, he was smiling, full of longing on his face.

He now understood the true meaning of the Son of Destiny.

"Nine-year compulsory education..."

"It turns out that the Son of Destiny is not a person... but a school!"

"Sounds like it should be a great genre."

"It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to see it."

"Daughter, my life is over, please grant my last wish."

"After I died, I was cremated and buried at the foot of Yucai Kindergarten's mountain."

"I didn't have the opportunity to listen to the teachings of the great school of nine-year compulsory education during my lifetime."

"I hope to have a long rest after death, so that I can see the greatness of this genre."

Thinking of this, the young woman's nose ached.

Although my cheap father has never cared for me, he is not a competent father.

But he was a great man.

A great man who gave his life for all the creatures on the mainland.

"Everyone... cremate his remains."

"I will bury his ashes in a place he aspires to."

She looked east again, the direction of the sunrise.

I also want to meet the man who taught a group of "Children of Destiny".

Qingshan Sword Sect, here I come!