Chapter 242 — The Great Terror in the Dark.
The official start of the school term was scheduled three days after the admission letters were sent out.
For the waiting students, those three days felt like an eternity — every second dragged on endlessly until, finally, the day of enrollment arrived.
That morning—
Before dawn even broke, all newly admitted students had already gathered eagerly at the school gates. They stood outside, eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting anxiously. But the school would not open its doors early just because they had arrived before time.
Nearly a hundred freshmen stood quietly before the gate, waiting in silence.They were clearly divided into two groups — those admitted for their innate soul power talent, and those admitted because their martial spirits possessed unique development potential.
Those with high soul power talent naturally looked down on the others, believing they lived in a different world entirely.Meanwhile, those with special martial spirits had no interest in conversing with the arrogant elite. They simply had no desire to talk.
Time passed slowly.
The sky gradually brightened.
When the morning sun finally rose, it marked the beginning of a brand-new day.
"DONG!"
A deep chime echoed from within the academy.
Many students, who had grown drowsy from waiting, immediately straightened up at the sound, their eyes filled with anticipation as they stared at the gate.
Through the iron bars of the gate, they could see several figures in uniforms walking out from the towering teaching building in the distance. Slowly, they approached.
After a while, the gate began to open on its own.No one was pushing it — it opened by itself.It was clearly a kind of soul-guided device technology unfamiliar to them.
Several teachers in uniform emerged.At the front was an elderly man, about sixty or seventy years old. His uniform differed slightly from the others, marking him as someone of higher rank.
His sharp gaze swept over the gathered students. The sheer pressure from his eyes made everyone lower their heads instinctively, trembling inside.
What terrifying pressure! He's… a Titled Douluo!
Many of the students, most from prestigious backgrounds, were astonished to discover that these academy teachers were all exceptionally powerful.The elder leading them was a Titled Douluo, while the others were Contra-level experts.
Such a teaching staff was shocking beyond belief.
Mighty beings who could dominate the outside world — teaching at a single academy?!
But when they remembered that this school had been founded by a God-level powerhouse, it suddenly didn't seem so unreasonable.
"I am Luo Xiang," the elder finally spoke, his voice steady and commanding. "I am the Director of Education for your year. Everyone, form lines and enter the academy. Follow your instructors to the training grounds — the Dean will address you shortly in the plaza."
This Luo Xiang was one of the teachers hired when the academy was first founded. Back then, he had only been a Soul Saint, but under Baiyun City's guidance, his strength had grown immensely. Now, he had reached the Titled Douluo realm — a level he had never dreamed possible.
His loyalty to Baiyun City was now unshakable.
"The Dean will be giving a speech himself?!"
The students erupted in excitement.
Their reaction was understandable — because who was the Dean of Baiyun Academy?
The Lord of Baiyun City himself!
The only God-level being alive —a living deity.
Just the thought of meeting such a legendary figure was enough to make their hearts race.
Power aside, they had all seen clips and stories of the City Lord's greatness — his actions were nothing short of divine.To them, he was a sage, a being of unmatched virtue and strength.
Unless one was his enemy or insane, no one could help but admire him — even idolize him.
The thought of meeting their idol in person filled every student with uncontrollable excitement.
Still, rules were rules. They followed the teachers in several neat lines, marching through the now-open gates.
The academy was vast, equipped with every facility imaginable.
Led by their teachers, the students passed through long corridors, pavilions, gardens, towering lecture halls, and numerous buildings before finally reaching a wide plaza.
At its center stood a stone platform.
Upon it was a tall flagpole, seemingly made of some special metal. When they looked up, they saw a flag fluttering in the breeze — sky blue, embroidered with white clouds and a shining city resting upon them.
The imagery was unmistakable — Baiyun City.
Originally, Ye Cheng had planned to use a red flag with a hammer and sickle motif, but on second thought, it didn't seem fitting for this world.
In the end, he adopted the White Cloud Flag as the symbol of the Academy.
Nearly a hundred students stood quietly in formation before the platform, waiting solemnly beneath the flag.
The entire plaza was silent.
Only the wind whispered, making the white flag ripple in the light.
Just as the students began to wonder when the Dean would arrive —
A faint light appeared.
Before anyone could react, an ocean of radiant light engulfed them in an instant!
In that moment, it felt as though they were drifting through the boundless sea of stars — as if they had stepped into a realm of pure light.
Their minds wavered, their senses blurred — it felt like they were about to dissolve into that brilliance…
But then, just as quickly, everything shattered like an illusion.They were back in reality — dazed, awed, and strangely reluctant to return.
And there, upon the high platform, a lone figure had silently appeared.
The vision they had just experienced was not something Ye Cheng had created deliberately — it was a mere side effect of the immense gap in power between them.
To be honest, at his level, he no longer needed theatrics or illusions to inspire awe.
The name Ye Cheng itself had become synonymous with Strength — Invincibility — just as the name Tang San had become synonymous with Cowardice, Deceit, and Hypocrisy.
His very presence radiated majesty.
He needed no "special effects."To others, even his simplest actions were mysterious, profound, and brimming with the aura of a true supreme being.
(End of Chapter)
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