Stepping out of Fang Qishan's courtyard, Qin He made his way back toward Western Sector Three at an unhurried pace. His fingertips unconsciously traced the grooves of the Realm Patrol Bureau token inside his sleeve, but the gloom in his heart was heavier than the deathly aura in the Boundary Prison.
He had thought that an earth-shattering event like a hundred thousand Sky Demons crossing between realms would surely leak a few scraps of information, even if the Divine Court suppressed it.
After all, the realms across the heavens were vast, with countless cultivators. No matter how strict the controls, they could not withstand so many loose tongues. Surely some thread of a clue could be found.
But Fang Qishan's tone just now had left no room for doubt.
This was no ordinary gag order. It was outright Heavenly Secrets Concealment.
An ordinary Divine Court decree could, at most, forbid public discussion and unauthorized investigation. But through private voice transmissions and veiled hints between cultivators, one could still find a way in.
This time was different. Even someone like Fang Qishan, who held immense authority over the Boundary Prison and had one foot at the pinnacle of Saint Tier, knew only the words "Sky Demon Interrealm Crossing." He knew nothing else and did not even dare entertain the thought of probing further.
That meant the Divine Court had employed a silencing method on the level of the Heavenly Dao.
It relied neither on punishment under the law nor on guards stationed in force. It directly altered and obscured the web of heavenly secrets throughout this part of the world.
Any specific information concerning the matter would be forcibly erased by the laws. Even those who had experienced it firsthand would have their memories washed away afterward by the power of