When Li Qiye made it to the outskirt of the academy, the registration for new students was about to end so the entrances were less frequented.

He was slightly moved while staring at the place from the distance. People came and went; geniuses replaced by young faces after each generation. Regardless of these changes, the academy remained standing.

If it were to fall one day, the hundred races would face an existential crisis.

It wasn’t to say that the academy was the root of the hundred races. However, losing it would result in a loss of morale and a sanctuary.

It was different from other sects. The latter could be narrow-minded and selfish but the academy was...