Riverside

The two worlds still faced each other across the distance. But at that moment, everyone along the line on the Vast Heaven and Earth side took one step forward.

Roughly thirty percent had followed the young Yin Guan in his long green robe and cloth shoes. They were ready to fight the Savage World again.

The remaining seventy percent had followed the Sage of Ritual.

Thirty percent—was that few? It was a great many.

And among that thirty percent were the Sword Qi Great Wall's three Ascension Realm and one Immortal Realm sword cultivators; Talisman Yu Xuan, soon to integrate his Dao with the starry river and enter the Fourteen Realms; the Dragon Tiger Mountain Great Celestial Master, who never made empty threats; and a White Emperor City City Lord capable of hiding two Chess Pieces on Tuoyue Mountain. There were Pei Bei and Cao Ci, a master and disciple both in the Ten Realms of martial arts, and young people like Yuan Pang and Xu Bai, future pillars of the Vast Heaven and Earth. Besides, many Confucian Sages of the Temple of Literature's academies were not unwilling to take that step. They simply had to wait for the Sage of Ritual to take it first.

So it was not really thirty percent. In truth, it was at least fifty.

What did that mean? It meant the Temple of Literature of the Vast Heaven and Earth really was prepared to begin a war at any time, return the courtesy to the Savage World, and carve up an entire world.

And once fighting began, it would be exceptionally brutal. There would be no room for either side to turn back. This was no bluff from some old master of the Temple of Literature bargaining for advantage, nor some Confucian Sage getting