Simply Put, the Immortal World Is Gone

"Can Jiang Li really deal with the Heavenly Dao? If he can't, I'll go up there in his place." Bai Hongtu spoke with towering boldness.

Of course, he had the confidence for it. Excluding Jiang Li, he was the strongest in the Nine Provinces.

"Oh? Is that so? Then I would like to see how Sect Master Bai intends to go up there in my place." Jiang Li's ghostly voice sounded from behind Bai Hongtu, frightening him into a jolt as he raised his hands in surrender with practiced ease.

"Jiang Ge, I was joking!"

Bai Hongtu turned around and saw that it was actually that grandson Dong Zhongren imitating Jiang Li's voice.

"Dong Zhongren, damn you!" Bai Hongtu flew into a rage, determined to show Dong Zhongren why those in the Tribulation Transcendence Stage could not be insulted.

Jiang Li's voice sounded from behind Bai Hongtu again. "Sect Master Bai wishes to go to the Immortal World and fight the Heavenly Dao? As the Human Emperor, I wholeheartedly support it."

Bai Hongtu sneered. "How could I possibly fall for such a childish trick again? Even if you all pretended to be Jiang Li, and even if the real Jiang Li came, I'd still dare to ascend to the hea... heavens. It really is Jiang Li."

Bai Hongtu turned around and saw the genuine Jiang Li.

At Jiang Li's side stood a refined and scholarly Confucian.

The Confucian praised, "The Nine Provinces truly are extraordinary. To have such outstanding talents, unafraid of the Heavenly Dao and undaunted by power."

"Confucian Saint!" Dong Zhongren cried out, forgetting all decorum.

The others also sprang to their feet, staring fixedly at the Confucian, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Statues and portraits of the Confucian Saint were often placed at academy entrances