This scene made the hearts of many cultivators around the world jump to their throats. The Dao platform being seized is not just about the person ascending it. It concerns every cultivator in the world. If the Human Race loses four Dao platforms, the Demon Race will rise swiftly in the ensuing time, leading to a significant decrease in the Human Race’s battle power. At this particular point in time, the occurrence of such an event would be an unbearable burden for the Human Race! At this moment, Daoist Ling Xuzi snorted coldly and shouted loudly: "All those belonging to the Daoist sect, send half of the cultivators to resist the Demon Race." "This great trend cannot be lost by the Human Race!" On the Daoist Dao platform, numerous cultivators rose up and moved toward the nearby Dao platform. They could have sat and watched the clouds come and go since the Demon Race posed no direct threat to them. But now, it was not an internal battle within the Human Race, but a battle of races! No matter what grudges there were, they had to be put aside at such a moment. "You two, won’t you lend a hand?" After Ling Xuzi issued the order, he turned his gaze to Buddhist Shan Xing and Martial Zhao Batian. Now, among the Human Race, they were the strongest three paths. Although still inferior to the Demon Race, there was no reason to just sit back and watch. If one Dao platform of the Human Race could be preserved, it would be a merit of immeasurable magnitude. "When the Human Race is in trouble, Buddhism naturally must give a hand." Shan Xing glanced over the present situation, suddenly fixing his eyes on Su Changqing, and smiled: "Donor Su, I can assemble the full strength of Buddhism to aid Confucianism." "Could you spare some support?" Hearing this, Su Changqing’s gaze turned cold, knowing what the other party implied. "I hope you won’t need to ask for help later." Su Changqing refused without hesitation, his eyes continually probing the surroundings with caution. The Demon Race did not frighten him; what truly pressured him was the lurking darkness. "Donor Su has great spirit." Shan Xing nonchalantly smiled then said: "All belonging to Buddhism, go and aid the Demonic Dao. The Human Race’s Dao platform cannot be lost." With assent, the members of Buddhism rose one after another, heading entirely to where the Demonic Dao was. These two paths, usually like water and fire, now became comrades in the same camp. Mingzi was somewhat surprised, glancing at Su Changqing and then a smile played on his lips. "Martial disciples, go and assist!" Zhao Batian spoke directly, without beating around the bush. A large number of martial disciples stepped out from the Dao platform, moving towards the paths of the sword, pill, and Confucianism. At this moment, the Human Race gathered their strength in one place and engaged the Demon Race in a final battle. On the Dao platforms, various Secret Techniques rained down like a storm, divine thoughts spreading like a gentle breeze. In just a short time, both sides suffered heavy losses. Yet the situation remained one where the Demon Race held absolute advantage. Too many were lost in the Human Race’s internal strife; now with the Demon Race’s attack, they were gradually losing strength. If the situation continued , the Human Race would ultimately be defeated. "Can’t wait any longer..." Su Changqing clenched his fists tightly, looking at Ling Si and others who were retreating step by step below. The Confucian path was already the weakest; even with support from the other paths, it was still no match for the Demon Race. Just as Su Changqing was about to turn and take action, a light laugh suddenly rang out. "Su Changqing, think carefully." "Once you ascend this Dao platform peak, you cannot step down easily." Sheng Yu pointed to the top of everyone’s heads, where the grand trend continuously converged, and smiled: "Before the grand trend unifies, if you step down, you’ll have no chance of ascending again." "The Heavenly Dao will not allow someone who abandons it to ascend again." Saying this, she raised an eyebrow at Su Changqing, half-smiling, half-serious: "Just watch quietly, the Human Race losing a single Dao platform won’t affect your breakthrough to the Divine Aspect." "Their life or death, what does it matter to you?" Su Changqing’s expression changed upon hearing this. Once ascended, couldn’t step down again? This he had just come to know. All this time, he had been painstakingly cultivating just to condense the pinnacle Divine Aspect? If he misses this chance now, his breakthrough steps will be delayed for a long time. But... if he doesn’t step down... "Junior Brother Chang Qing!" At this moment, Ling Si’s firm shout came through, "You are the foundation of the future Confucian path!" "The grand trend of the world is ten percent, there remains one percent of variations and hope." "Even without this Dao platform, all Confucian cultivators worldwide can still hope, you need not step down!" "We await the day Junior Brother Chang Qing will strengthen our Confucian path in the future!" The Confucian disciples in the midst of battle heard the words and all shouted in unison. "Brother, strengthen our Confucian way!" The overwhelming roar was filled with resolve and the sense of facing death. The Confucian way may lose, but Su Changqing must not! They firmly believed that even without the overwhelming presence, Su Changqing’s talents could still uphold a corner of the world for the Confucian way! With this belief, numerous Confucian cultivators launched a suicidal charge! The resolute shout intermittently exploded from the heavens and earth. "Tsk tsk, stepping down and missing the future, not stepping down and watching the orthodoxy abandoned by fate." Saint Feather’s eyes flowed with a mocking light, "Su Changqing, how will you choose between these two difficult choices?" Not far away, Chu Xi and Ye Xiaoyi were already shouting angrily, worried for Su Changqing. But at this moment, Su Changqing, who had been silent, suddenly smiled. This laughter made Saint Feather and the others present freeze with astonishment and look over. Su Changqing slowly turned around and stepped down from the platform, his calm voice ringing out from this peak, "This is not a dilemma for me." "Even without this so-called opportunity, I can still push through the enemies of the world!" "You overestimate the benefit brought by fate, and underestimate my talents and conviction." Upon hearing this, everyone present had a slight change in their expressions. They looked at Su Changqing’s tall figure leaving, whether they wanted to admit it or not, a sense of admiration welled up in their hearts. They asked themselves if they would willingly abandon the opportunity if it was them? No one knew the final answer, but it was definitely not an easy choice. "Leave this to me, you go to the summit." Su Changqing stepped down and had already arrived beside Ling Si. He looked up at the dense demon race ahead and spoke softly. "You... why did you come down!" Seeing Su Changqing, Ling Si was immediately filled with anger. Fate integrated with the body, this had unmatched benefits for future cultivation. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 "How can I exchange my own opportunity for the Confucian way to be abandoned by fate?" Su Changqing smiled, "The teacher never taught me to do so." Nearby, many Confucian cultivators heard the words, their eyes filled with admiration, gratitude, and a determination to die for a worthy master. Brother Chang Qing can abandon his own opportunity to save the Confucian way. "Go ahead, with me here, they cannot advance any further." Su Changqing’s words were few, but filled with an indescribable sense of security. At this moment, all Confucian disciples stood behind Su Changqing in silence. Not only that, all the Confucians across the world, upon witnessing this scene, showed silent expressions. The name Su Changqing became a deep imprint in their hearts, sinking further and further! The summit cannot be left unattended lest fate is occupied by other paths. Ling Si took a deep look at Su Changqing and then turned to leave. "Haha, you are the one who defeated Little Roc King back then?" At this moment, a muscular man stepped forward, wielding a vast divine hammer. He sneered at Su Changqing, "I am Pan Yu of the Earth Ancestor Bear clan." "It seems I have to help cleanse the shame of Little Roc King from back then!" As soon as these words were spoken, the demon clan burst into laughter, the demonic aura boiling. "Brother, this person’s strength and defense are extremely dreadful." "We can’t even break his defenses." A Confucian disciple approached, speaking in a low, solemn voice. Su Changqing nodded, but did not speak, merely walking forward slowly. By now, the Confucian way’s support had decreased to its lowest due to the demon race’s impact. In other words, the secret skills and divine techniques of the other paths, though still inferior to the ’Demon’ and ’Confucian’ ways, were not much weaker. And this meant he could unleash all his abilities. "Demon King bloodline..." Su Changqing murmured, as boundless flames suddenly erupted around him. The flames had no temperature, but the infinite force bursting from his body stirred waves of air around Su Changqing. "What, a mere Confucian cultivator wants to compete with me in strength?" Pan Yu laughed disdainfully, muscles surging in his arms, channeling formidable power through his whole body. Without any unnecessary words, Pan Yu sneered, and punched fiercely at Su Changqing. A shrill wind howl arose, accompanied by terrifying force and waves of air, instantly arriving before Su Changqing. Seeing Su Changqing unguarded, many Confucian disciples cried out in alarm. But at this moment, Su Changqing slowly lifted his gaze, two blazing flames appeared in his eyes. He rotated his palms and clenched his fist, causing the area within a hundred feet to shake suddenly. The life flame burned intensely, and the heaven-supporting power unleashed flawlessly from his right fist!