All Mortals Mend the Heavens

"How could it come to this? How could it be so serious?" Li Shun frowned, baffled.

Zhao Cheng sighed, helplessness written across his face. "The struggles among the Hundred Schools have always been treacherous. The Confucian School stands at the pinnacle of the imperial court. Others have envied and resented us for years; they simply lacked an excuse to strike."

"Now that our school has made such a grave blunder at the Hundred Schools Gathering, how could the other schools pass up the chance to kick us while we're down?"

"Thank goodness we have you..."

Zhao Cheng repeated the words under his breath, though worry still churned in his eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, Li Shun could not help asking, "He Wanbai and Xu Tingshen... what exactly happened to them?"

"They must have been accomplished Confucian scholars to be chosen as representatives. How did they end up like this...?"

Zhao Cheng shook his head bleakly. "We still don't know what befell them in the Primordial Illusion Realm. But one thing is certain."

"Someone among the participants knew of the Outer Gods beforehand. That was what drew them down in such numbers to manifest."

"That person must be one of those five."

"The hateful thing is that they've all become fanatical believers of the Outer Gods. Their minds are clouded, and there's no communicating with them now."

"But enough of that. Did you encounter any opportunities in the Primordial Illusion Realm?" Zhao Cheng changed the subject, looking at Li Shun with eager hope.

Li Shun nodded slightly.

"When I first entered the illusion realm, I arrived in the Unbeginning Wilds. I traveled west and was fortunate enough to see the legendary Mount Buzhou Divine Mountain."

"And at the summit of Mount Buzhou, I met the mythical Metal God Roushou."

Li Shun