The System Exploded And I Became The System

Similar phone calls were taking place between every member of the World Health Organization and the old man from Xiuxian University.

It was also after this monthly exam that the ordinary daily life of Xiuxian University began to move again.

Get up to train, grab a meal in the cafeteria, lie down on the floor to comprehend the cultivation, grab a meal in the cafeteria...

Xiuxian University quickly fell into a period of calm.

However, the outside world has become more and more troubled because of a series of events that occurred in Hongcheng!

People regard the World Health Organization as the representative of the powerful force of mankind, and regard the immortal who appears and disappears inexplicably as a spiritual symbol!

The existence of immortals has even been recorded in textbooks in many countries.

The Kimchi Country even rummaged through and constructed a series of story documents that cannot withstand scrutiny, pointing out that the immortals belong to their country.

WHO Alliance.

Nowadays, members of the World Health Organization feel that they have a lot more trivial matters and troubles than before.

"Where's the captain? Those senior officials came to us again to ask for information about strange beasts and gifted people, including the immortals who appeared before." At the headquarters of the World Health Alliance, Li Hong frowned and looked for Xiao Yuanliang.

"Captain has gone to the hospital." Next to him, Zhang Shan, who was doing Tai Chi with both hands and a ball of suspended water hovering in his hands, said.

"Hospital? Why did he go to the hospital?" Li Hong was confused.

Hongcheng Hospital.

Xiao Yuanliang came here alone.

In his hand was a report.

In the other hand, there is a blood sample that has not been fully used.

When he saw the report sheet in his hand, Xiao Yuanliang's head trembled suddenly.

The countless questions that seemed clear but still felt wrong seemed to finally have the correct answer!

Everything, when he saw the DNA report in his hand, everything was clear, everything was clear!

"Sure enough...it's you."

"Why do you want to hide it? Because, that thunder..."

"If you died in a thunderstorm that day, do you know how I would face it?"

With a murmur, Xiao Yuanliang looked at the report in his hand and pondered for a long time. With his eyes closed, the paper in his hand was smashed into powder by the power of his space!

He knew a secret, but he chose to keep it buried deep in his heart.

…

Time starts accelerating again.

And what controls the acceleration of time is naturally calm.

Often a peaceful life is what makes people not check the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, heavy snow fell from the sky.

Yangjiatun, among the snow-capped mountains, is Xiuxian University.

As the school bell rang, Ye Tian stepped into the classroom dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing for half a year.

There are 55 students sitting in the classroom.

Behind these students sat Yang Shou, who had come to class some time ago.

"Hello students."

"Hello teacher!"

After the template-like greeting, Ye Tian pursed his lips and chuckled.

Like a sip of hot tea in the cold white snow, it brings a gentle warmth to people.

"Tomorrow is the final exam, and today is the last lesson I give everyone. Time flies so fast."

There was a little reminiscence in Ye Tian's eyes.

That slightly empty gaze, I don’t know whether it is reminiscing about the time in this world, or reminiscing about the worlds along the way.

"Last class? Teacher Ye, won't we meet again next semester?"

One of the students below spoke happily.

Hearing this, Ye Tian picked up the chalk on the podium without replying: "Today, our last lesson is - story."

On the blackboard, the words "story" were clearly written.

A casual stroke was the handwriting of a god-level calligrapher. While Tang Wei, who founded a calligraphy family, felt ashamed, he and other students focused all their attention on these two characters.

"Let me ask you a question first." Ye Tian put the chalk aside and glanced at the students in front of him: "What is the most important thing about a story?"

"It's the writing style!" Ye Tian's class has just started, so that the whole class can focus.

The one who raised his hand to answer was Li Hongda.

"No, it's about logic. No one will read stories without logic." Old God Zhang Tongqian shook his head.

After so many hours of training, his strength has reached a whole new level.

Every time he speaks, he becomes more and more like a magician on the street, but this is a magician with something.

"It's a foreshadowing!" Another person raised his hand to speak.

The students answered the questions with great enthusiasm.

Hearing this, Ye Tian nodded slightly: "You are all right. Whether it is writing, logic, foreshadowing or conception, they are all very important to a story."

"Then everyone might as well raise their sights to another level."

"If the existence of story writing is not the human being but the way of heaven! Then to the way of heaven, in the stories it fabricates, the writing style, logic, foreshadowing, conception, imagination, etc... are still important?"

"For Tiandao, what is the most important aspect of his story?" Ye Tian wrote two words on the blackboard again - Tiandao.

These two words seem to attract some mysterious power, and they seem to contain a whole new world!

Seeing the students in front of him listening attentively, Ye Tian didn't show off: "It's the ending."

"Just like the age of the dinosaurs, Heaven programmed their prosperity and their end."

"It's like a human war, a chaotic war, finally ending in peace."

"The ending of the story is very important to the way of heaven. It is like sowing wheat and harvesting it with the ending."

As he spoke, Ye Tian paused and took a sip of tea brewed by a million-year-old ginseng immortal.

"Let me ask you another question. If the spiritual rice you planted has produced fruit but is not yet mature, and thunder will fall on the rice field, will you choose to speed up the harvest of these incompletely mature spiritual rice, or will you let it go? The thunder from the sky will fall and destroy the entire spiritual rice field?"

"Of course we have to harvest all the rice, and harvest as much as we can." When discussing spiritual rice, everyone responded even more eagerly.

"Yes, what everyone thinks about is harvesting the spiritual rice. Even if it is not fully mature, as long as it is harvested, at least there will be a harvest." Ye Tian nodded slightly: "In fact, harvesting immature rice and waiting for the thunder to fall on the rice field, Those are two different endings.”

"And these are also the two endings that the heaven of this world has to choose at this moment."

"The story he compiled has only two endings to choose from because of the appearance of his classmates."

"What does this... mean? Have we become the thunder that split the rice fields in the sky?" Zhang Tongqian didn't quite understand.

Li Hongda frowned, thinking a lot based on what Ye Tian said before: "Because our cultivation system is not recognized by the world, it makes the world's heaven feel uneasy, so it speeds up its 'story writing'. Now is it time to reap the fruits of a hasty ending?"

"Tiandao writes stories? What stories do you write? Does it still have an impact on us?" Some people in the crowd still didn't understand.

"Yes, it has an ending? What ending?"

"Of course this is the ending of this book..." Ye Tian muttered to himself and looked at the books spread out on the podium.

'In the end, 54 saviors and 55 demon kings died together. Only Xiao Yuanliang, the reborn person, dragged his broken body to bring this tragic victory under the sunset to the world! ——Complete the book. ’

Looking away from the writing on the book, Ye Tian looked at the sky outside the window, and could clearly feel that the speed of the 'story' was speeding up. The ending of this story has arrived!