Dusk, at the Temple of Confucius.
The Temple of Confucius stood in the western city, opposite the Directorate of Celestial Observation, with the Imperial College nearby. Enshrined within were the Most Sagely Master of Confucianism and the sages and worthies of successive generations who shared in the offerings.
Confucianism aimed to govern the world, bring peace to the people, and educate all under heaven. It belonged to a different sphere from the cultivation paths that sought immortality, so almost the only people who came to the Temple of Confucius on pilgrimage were scholars. Cultivators seldom set foot there.
Still, the lineup of those worshipped in the temple was far from unimpressive.
In the Primordial Era of Ancient Times, everyone lived by the law of the strong devouring the weak. However great one's learning, it could not have been passed down without formidable strength to support it. The nineteen sages and worthies enshrined in the temple had all reached the Sixth or Seventh Realm in cultivation, and Confucianism also followed the Martial Dao.
Reaching the pinnacle of the Martial Dao was extraordinarily difficult, but to become a founding patriarch was to be invincible. It was the existence of these people that had established Confucianism's position as foremost among the three teachings.
Ye Yunchi was a Confucianism Disciple, though, strictly speaking, she was a Li Clan Disciple, whose lineage could be traced back to a student of the Most Sagely Master. Now that she had come to the Capital City, she naturally had to visit the Temple of Confucius.
At that moment, Ye Yunchi stood in the spacious main hall, her gaze resting on an empty spot on the western side.
Many buildings in the Capital City had been damaged during the Witch Cult Rebellion. The present Temple of Confucius had been