Li Qing's gaze was somewhat strange, flickering with deep contemplation.
"This Haoran Academy seems rather special."
"In this world, so-called cultivators—even Confucian cultivators—would never truly regard mortals as their own kind."
"At a certain stage, they would still treat lives as sacrifices."
"Even Confucian cultivators would use foreign races to accomplish it."
"The righteous qi contained within these reading voices is true justice."
"It is the spirit of saying no to all evil."
"Confucianism actually produced such an Anomaly of a cultivator."
"No wonder it was besieged and slain by others."
"Confucianism did not send its true strength to save it, likely because its Dao also conflicted with Confucianism."
"Such a conflict might seem like nothing in ordinary times, but at a critical moment, it would be fatal."
Li Qing seemed to see Haoran Academy dying amid a vast conspiracy.
He shook his head slightly. "What a pity. You once took the righteous qi of Heaven and Earth as your duty, yet in the end, you became an Anomaly phenomenon."
"One has to say, it is an immense irony."
An indescribable expression appeared on Li Qing's face, as though he were lamenting it.
If such an academy, overflowing with righteous qi, could truly have survived, perhaps the Nine Provinces would have taken on an entirely different appearance.
If a figure of Haoran Righteous Qi could truly attain the immortal path, perhaps the entire world's order would change because of it.
"Unfortunately, your enemy was too powerful. You never had a chance. From the moment you set foot on the path of cultivation, you were already in someone else's palm."
Li Qing drew a deep breath and pressed both hands firmly against Haoran Academy's gates.
With a slight push, the gates burst open.
Crack.
As the gates opened, a faint breeze