Doomsday of Qingzhong Marsh

In the north.

A Kun Peng Boat shuttled through the clouds of the nine heavens at an extremely fast speed. It flew far away every minute and every second. The loud sound of air being torn apart and the spiritual light that bloomed were covered by a large formation. There was no sound at all. It rushed forward like a ghost.

On the boat.

There were hundreds of people standing there, close to a thousand. They were divided into three groups: the direct descendants of the Qing family, the pillars of the Changqing Academy, the priests, and the vice principal.

The leader was Qing Zhongze. He had his hands behind his back and a cold face. He was looking ahead with a crazy look in his eyes.

Yu Jing Lei, the Vice Palace Master of Chang Qing Academy, stood beside him.

His goal was clear. Before leaving the academy, he would take all the legacies and countless years of accumulation. He would not leave anything behind and would act according to the plan.