Absolute Double Power
Verse-47

"Teachers have said that they don't know if Hua Zu is alive" said Jieru, who appears to be closest to Jieru. "Say you went to the forbidden forest, and the chances of you being alive are very small."

Hua Zu bowed. Not sure if he should say it.

The night wind blew outside the round window on the side of the chairman's room room inside the Kuangre fortress.

After a moment they just bowed down at the edge of the grounds, leaning against the walls of the fortress desperately, senior disciple Jieru finally decided to invite Hua Zu into their headquarters and have him chat in the chairman room.

Nothing more can be done when the end of a battle is the loss of everyone in an absurd manner.

Luckily some of the members were made deaf during the battle so fierce that they did not wake up from their sleep and avoid catastrophe. This is certainly not a coincidence either.

There is the interference of the rulers of the universe in every matter and series of events.

They simply did not understand the grand god's ongoing plans.

Those confused members were now joining them. Some serve them, some listen only in puzzling silence.

Everything that happened that night was too awkward to be unbearable by everyone. Even Hua Zu.

"I'm not sure if you believe it" Hua Zu said with a grim countenance. "But the forbidden forest is truly a lost paradise."

Jieru's students were flabbergasted. Staring at Hua Zu with round eyes and mouth. Some unconsciously held their breath.

"We believe," they muttered without turning their gazes away from Hua Zu.

Hua Zu frowned and looked around. Examine each face one by one with confusion. "Why do you believe my story so easily?"

"Why don't you ask why we so easily believe that you are Teacher Zhou's son?" the senior disciple who brought Hua Zu into their headquarters asked back.

"I don't know," Hua Zu confessed. "I guess you're testing me right now."

"Although faint, the color of light on your forehead is evidence that will not be confused," said the first senior disciple. His name is Zhang Jiangwu.

Hua Zu frowned again. "You can see the color of the light?"

"The three of us, the main senior disciple can see the color of light," the second senior disciple chimed in.

Hua Zu turned to the second senior disciple earlier, his name was Zhang Bingje. And a third senior disciple named Zhaoyang Hong. The three of them were Jieru's main disciples. The three had already inherited some of Jieru's strength.

The color of the light was the image of a symbol on everyone's forehead that could only be seen by spiritual experts who had already reached the ancestral level. And each picture is different from one another. Like a mysterious letter that became everyone's spiritual identity, a kind of heavenly name that could only be interpreted by the god race.

"Teacher draws marks on your forehead in every book he writes" Zhong Jiangwu told the publication. "It could be said, it had already become some kind of her signature. And we're very familiar with the pattern."

"Then, what do you know about the lost heaven?" ask Hua Zu.

"None human being is left in or out alive" Jiangwu replied.

Hua Zu let out a short sigh and smiled wryly. So I'm the god race? bitter mind. And that means my father is also a god race!

Silence has been on them for a long time. Everyone is down. Everyone is overwhelmed. Everyone was worried but there was nothing to do.

We should how? thought they.

"What do you know about the Legion?" hua Zu asked breaking the silence.

Jiangwu got up from his seat, then walked over to Jieru's desk and took out a stack of documents bearing the logo of the Guardian Spirit Hall, then handed them to Hua Zu.

Hua Zu studied them one by one with a frown.

The shadows of events in the past flashed in his mind.

"Why does everyone call Daddy a farmer?" Hua Zu asked his father without distracting him from his work. "Didn't you have a name?"

"Dad believes that everyone is known for his work" replied his father, patting his hands together to brush off the dirt. "Grandfather Ghou brought me to this village when I was a child" he continued, shaking his waist.

Hua Zu finally raised his face.

"The whole village adopted me," his father continued with a slanted smile. "Every family took turns to look after me from time to time. But Grandpa Ghou, he always had a special interest in me."

Hua Zu massaged his temples while smothering his eyes with palms. He sighed again with a frustrated face.

Anyone who heard his father's story would naturally conclude the same thing that Jieru was an orphan.

But the truth is not so.

Ghou Jingmi was a royal servant better known in terms of royal guard - the royal immortal army based in the Hall of the Protective Spirit.

On the day Grandpa Ghou takes Jieru to a remote village, Jieru is undergoing special training as a potential immortal.

The mission of the Guardian Spirit Hall is to be the protector of the little people. Any would-be immortal soldiers would be sent to remote villages to forge spiritual connections with everyone.

Simultaneously, Ma Tuoli was also sent to another remote village as a classmate.

Jieru graduated brilliantly and earned the right as the chairman of the Guardian Spirit Hall at his twentieth age.

Tuoli took the vice-chairman position.

But Tuoli's boundless ambition took over the control of the law and somehow the background of the race could be a condition to determine if one was worthy of being an immortal soldier.

From then on the hunt for Fallen and the Nephilim became the main task of the immortal army.

Simultaneously, the Luoji came to colonize and rule the entire continent except Liuwang Island, on condition; liuwang Island became a special training center for the immortal soldiers as well as a dumping ground for mixed descendants.

Liuwang Island is the territory of the Protective Spirit Hall but remains recognized as part of the Luoji state, where the Prince Hall and the Social Hall were established as cooperation between the Luoji empire and the Guardian Spirit Hall, respectively, it also includes the old city of Zhujia and the village of Naseli. That is why Liuwang Island is also called a place of exile.

Everything on Liuwang Island was everything that the Luoji people hated the most.

On this island, they also established a mercenary institute to support the military power of foreign nations.

Moreover, Tuoli also made a magical pact with the demon race that was touted as the Great Spirit God.

The indistinct god who always asked for the tumblings all the time as a condition to defend Liuwang island remained Tuoli's.