"Hehe, it’s alright, Confucian Immortal Mo Lan, there’s no need to worry." Seeing the anxious look on Mo Lan’s face, Mu Ren confidently spoke: "Don’t say such unparalleled prodigy won’t appear, even if they do, we will not lose!" Upon finishing his words, he stood up and pointed directly at the heavens above, "Look, the Sacred Academy, and Mu Yun have engaged in battle!" With this statement, everyone raised their heads to look. They saw a densely packed crowd from the Court faction, firmly blocking the Sacred Academy’s assault. The disparity in numbers was despair-inducing. Upon seeing this, Mo Lan relaxed slightly and muttered to himself, "With such a disadvantage, perhaps even if he arrives, it would be to no avail..." At this moment, above the heavens. Nine towering Dao platforms stretched across eight directions, with the relentless roars and clashes of countless cultivators echoing, shaking the Earth. This is the War of Fate, this is the Struggle of Dao! Confucian, Daoist, Buddhist, Alchemical, Demonic, Martial, Demon Race, Sword Dao, Elvish... All Dao factions known to the world, almost all have emerged in battle. Currently, dominating the nine Dao platforms, are precisely these nine great Dao factions. These Dao factions possess the strongest power, the most disciples, and almost upon appearing, they seized a Dao platform. But this doesn’t assure their victory. The world has countless Dao factions, like Formation Dao, Gu Dao, Puppet Dao... and so on. Many heirs from these rare but powerfully inherited Dao factions are competing for their own Dao faction! Shouts of battle, cries of anger, sounds of fighting... The living beings across the whole continent are watching the battle, cheering for their Dao faction. In the past, even mortal enemies, as long as they adhered to the same Dao, would temporarily put aside their grievances and join forces against the enemy. Even amidst such unity among Dao factions, an internal war erupted on the Confucian Dao platform! And it was a fierce, relentless, no-quarters internal war! "Kill! We must catch up with Mu Yun, we can’t let him go to the top!" Ling Si was brimming with righteous energy, painting in the void, and mountains descended from the sky. "Senior Sister, we can’t break through, there are too many of them." A junior sister named ’Ye Ling’ gritted her teeth and charged, yet the front was still packed with dense figures. Currently, disciples led by the Sacred Academy gathered in one place, charging towards the top of the Dao platform. While the Court faction firmly blocked them, making progress extremely difficult. There were too many people. Looking ahead, the front was endlessly sprawling with Confucian cultivators. Content orıginally comes from 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥 And at the forefront, a group of powerful disciples escorted Mu Yun straight to the pinnacle of the Dao platform! Ling Si and others wanted to intercept, but at this point, they couldn’t even break through the ’human wall’ arranged by the Court faction. The disparity in numbers caused by the Confucian cultivators made the Sacred Academy faction feel powerless by just witnessing it. "Hahaha, still want to block Young Master Mu? Get past our stage first." "Hehe, you’re overestimating them, even if we stand still and let them attack, how many can they possibly kill?" "Just wait, wait for Young Master Mu to reach the summit, announce to the world, the rise of the Court faction will be unstoppable!" "Hahaha, we’ll turn the tables against them..." The Confucian cultivators of the Court faction laughed heartily, their righteous energy surging like the heavens, crushing towards Ling Si and her companions. Facing such pressure, Ling Si and her group not only couldn’t break through the defenses, but were continuously retreating. "Senior Sister Ling Si, more disciples from the Court faction are constantly coming up behind us." Ye Ling anxiously spoke. Ling Si glanced back, her expression changing as well. The Court faction had too many people, their gathering momentum caused many disciples who hadn’t joined the battle between the two factions to subconsciously join in. Clearly, on a platform of Confucian cultivators, the stronger side naturally attracted more followers. At this rate, the Court faction’s ’force’ would grow like a snowball, growing stronger and stronger. "Senior Sister Ling Si, think quickly!" Ye Ling struggled to hold back, and urgently said: "That junior brother Chang Qing you mentioned, will he still come?" At the words, Ling Si hesitated slightly, "He should..." Before Ling Si could finish speaking, from behind the Dao platform echoed the angry roars of dragons. At this moment, the densely packed crowd was visibly tossed and turned. A path straight to the front was slain open with an immensely forceful stance! Upon hearing the dragon’s roar, feeling the aura of the Confucian Immortal, Ling Si was suddenly ecstatic, turning back, "Junior Brother Chang Qing is here!"