Inside Divine Capital, all was quiet.
Outside Divine Capital, everything was in full swing.
The major powers all brought out their trump cards and treasures.
The Martial Cultivators and generals had originally been a scattered rabble, but after learning that the Fate Cultivators, Dao Cultivators, and Literary Cultivators each had their own methods, some Martial Cultivators refused to accept it. Thus, people began lobbying the various Martial Cultivator factions.
In terms of numbers and strength, the Martial Cultivators surpassed any single faction.
However, because Martial Cultivators did not understand spells, they could not combine their strength like the other cultivators.
But it was not that no such method existed. The conditions simply had not been there in the past.
And now, it seemed they might be.
Night fell, and the area outside the city gradually quieted as well.
Many Martial Cultivators either went to sleep early or entered meditation through contemplation.
Until midnight.
The Literary Cultivators rose one after another and sat upright, the Classics of the Sages laid before them.
A gust of wind swept through, racing from south to north, from east to west, flashing across the mortal world in an instant.
White River County, Zhang Family.
The old Zhang couple had chatted late into the night and found themselves unable to sleep. As they had done before, they lit a lamp and sorted through their son's old books.
The two elders slowly smoothed the pages, placed one book atop them and gently pressed it down, then smoothed the pages again before placing another book on top.
Before long, they had moved the stack of books from the east side to the west.
Tired, the old couple sat to one side to rest.
"That child Feng Yuan... he loved reading more than anything..."
"Do you remember when he