"Hehe, it's alright, Confucian Immortal Mo Lan, there's no need to worry."
Seeing the anxious look on Mo Lan's face, Mu Ren confidently spoke:
"Don't say such unparalleled prodigy won't appear, even if they do, we will not lose!"
Upon finishing his words, he stood up and pointed directly at the heavens above,
"Look, the Sacred Academy, and Mu Yun have engaged in battle!"
With this statement, everyone raised their heads to look.
They saw a densely packed crowd from the Court faction, firmly blocking the Sacred Academy's assault.
The disparity in numbers was despair-inducing.
Upon seeing this, Mo Lan relaxed slightly and muttered to himself,
"With such a disadvantage, perhaps even if he arrives, it would be to no avail..."
...
At this moment, above the heavens.
Nine towering Dao platforms stretched across eight directions, with the relentless roars and clashes of countless cultivators echoing, shaking the Earth.
This is the War of Fate, this is the Struggle of Dao!
