A disciple of Confucius from the Confucian Sect, Fang Lingsheng?
A strange expression appeared on Qin Jun's face, while Nuwa and Ran Min were also stunned.
Confucius had been immensely famous in his previous life. Even the lofty Empress Nuwa had paid attention to him, while Ran Min, an emperor of the mortal world, had read quite a few of Confucius's sage teachings.
"Confucius... just someone with the same name...?"
Ran Min muttered, unable to stop himself from looking at Nuwa. Even Empress Nuwa from his previous life had appeared before him; the appearance of Confucius would hardly be surprising.
Qin Jun closed his eyes again. He did not know how far the Confucian Sect could go, but he did know that Confucius's loyalty toward him was fairly high.
As for Fang Lingsheng, Qin Jun simply ignored him.
If Fang Lingsheng truly had the ability to pass through all ten thousand trials, he would not have sought to recruit other beings.
The reason he was gathering beings together was likely to find cannon fodder.
Although the other beings understood this as well, for those unable to clear the trials, it was undoubtedly their last hope.
After resting for roughly half an hour, Qin Jun and the other two continued onward.
Within the Myriad Dao Killing Path, they could not use magical power, making physical stamina crucial. Qin Jun was fine, but for Nuwa and Ran Min, the long journey combined with constant fighting was bound to be exhausting.
After traveling for about another half hour and killing dozens of beings along the way, they finally arrived at the checkpoint.
Tens of thousands of beings had gathered here, covering the mountains and plains, all with formidable auras.
The farther they went, the fewer beings there were at each checkpoint, but their