Li Nan's wife finally felt relieved. However, anyone who knew how to read trigrams knew that it was an ominous one, extremely ominous!

No one knew whether the blind man's trigram was about Li Nan or himself, and no one tried to interpret it further.

Because all the diviners on Fengshui Street had left, walking past that ominous trigram without looking back.

Fengshui Street became deserted, desolate for ten years.

That day, it wasn't just Fengshui Street that was emptied.

Zhu Zining looked triumphantly at Qu Mo: "Didn't you say that the art world would go all out? Where are they?"

Qu Mo looked up and said, "What's that?"

When Zhu Zining turned to look, outside Two World Mountain, heads were crowded together. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of sorcerers, like streams merging into rivers and then flowing into the ocean, surged towards Two World Mountain.

Zhu Zining couldn't help but exclaim, "Pai Sect, Beggar Gang, Fate Masters... your friends, your brothers, your enemies have all come. Did you issue a Shudao Xinghuo Ling (Art World Spark Order)? That doesn't count!"

Qu Mo laughed: "I didn't issue anything. I've been at the Yin Yang Inn all along."

Zhu Zining said sharply, "Didn't you say that the sects would also participate in the war? Where are they? If the sects don't appear, you haven't won."

As Zhu Zining's voice fell, hundreds of Confucian scholars appeared in our sight.

The Confucian scholars faced death with composure, some even holding books and reading as they walked.

What I didn't know was that the same thing had happened at Banxian Village five days earlier.

I thought the sects wouldn't participate in the war, but the great Confucian scholars of Banxian Village came out in full force because of a word from Xia Mengying.

On the night of the Tiangong drum, a Confucian scholar who had been wandering abroad returned to Banxian Village, drank with his former classmate all night, and agreed to go to Two World Mountain together the next day.

The Confucian scholar had specially dug out the good wine buried at home, waiting to share it with his classmate before heading for disaster together.

However, when the sun was high in the sky, the gate of Banxian Village remained tightly closed.

The Confucian scholar seemed to understand something and laughed loudly, "So, the fool is just me!"

After laughing, the Confucian scholar put on his faded Confucian robe, hung the ancestral Chunqiu brush around his waist, drank the aged wine he had prepared in one gulp, and walked out.

He hadn't walked far when he saw Xia Mengying coming towards him.

Xia Mengying faced Banxian Village and asked loudly, "Confucianism, are there any men?"

There was silence in Banxian Village.

The Confucian scholar shook his head helplessly, "Miss Xia, let's go! Take me to Two World Hall!"

Xia Mengying still stared at Banxian Village: "Confucianism, are there any men?"

"Confucian men, are here!" The gate of Banxian Village suddenly opened, and a group of children, only ten years old, wearing Confucian robes, walked out of the village side by side.

The leading child shouted with some childishness, "Confucian men! Willing to go to Two World Mountain!"

Xia Mengying couldn't help but close her eyes. She came to Banxian Village for help, but she didn't want to take away the future of Confucianism.

Just as Xia Mengying was about to turn around, she heard someone respond loudly: "Confucian men, are here!"

When Xia Mengying opened her eyes again, the Confucian scholars of Banxian Village were standing neatly outside the village gate. Leading them was a great scholar with white hair and beard. Behind him were the pillars of Confucianism in their forties, and behind them were the Confucian children with childish faces.

The leading great scholar only said one sentence: "Those who have not become Confucian scholars, return to the village to study, and do not delay the morning class."

The other party walked past Xia Mengying calmly and hurried to Two World Mountain.

Xia Mengying was smiling.

That Confucian scholar was smiling.

But tears were streaming down their faces.

It was just that at that time, Zhu Zining and Qu Mo could not see the gathered sorcerers, they could only see the empty Two World Mountain.

Confucianism joined the war.

Soon after, Taoist cultivators came with their swords.

After a while, Buddhist monks also appeared at the foot of Two World Mountain.

Zhu Zining suddenly screamed: "The Taoists are not wearing Taoist robes, and the Buddhist disciples are not wearing kasayas. They have become secular, they can't be counted as sect disciples, they can only be counted as sorcerers."

"You still haven't won!"

Qu Mo didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, but smiled and looked at the sorcerers at the foot of Two World Mountain: "Chunfeng, how many people do you think there are at the foot of Two World Mountain?"

"It must have exceeded the great battle commanded by Lingguan Sanren (Wandering Corpse Immortal)!" Li Chunfeng squinted and said, "I said, there should be at least seventy or eighty thousand, right? No, there should be one hundred thousand."

"There are about one hundred and twenty to thirty thousand Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren (Yang World Life Borrowers). Except for the old, weak, sick, and disabled, they have all come!"

"One hundred thousand sorcerers generously go to their deaths!"

"If the art world does not perish, the human world will be worry-free!"

Qu Mo laughed: "That's right, if the art world does not perish, the human world will be worry-free! Xie Ban Gui (Thank You Half-Ghost) and Wang Hun's (King Soul) army should have completed their assembly, right?"

Soon after, the void exploded, and an endless army appeared in the sky.

Po Jun (Destroyer) Ghost King, Xie Ban Gui.

Qi Sha (Seven Killings) Ghost Marshal, Wang Hun.

Finally here.

At this moment, the gate of the Heavenly Prison also opened with a bang. A team of soldiers in golden armor, carrying a corpse covered with a battle flag, walked out of the gate with solemn expressions.

The leading Tian Hun (Heavenly Soul) said: "The Holy One has decreed: Emperor of the Human World, Jun Jixue, led four thousand sorcerers, and died heroically in battle."

"I, remembering his bravery, return his remains, and hope that the art world will give him a grand burial with the rites of an emperor."

Originally, the boisterous heroes of the art world became silent for a while. No one knew who said, "Jun Jixue died in battle, the art world has no emperor."

That person's voice was not loud, but it caused despair to spread rapidly among the people of the art world.