Within Fuqing's realm, there were sun and moon. The shift between yin and yang was incomparably precise: one moment it was daylight, the next it was directly night, as if no transition existed between them.
Zhang Yu had seen similar arrangements before, but what he had seen then had mostly been due to the limitations of the method, or simply because there had been no desire to make further changes. What he saw here, however, was entirely Origin Xia's way of displaying its own Dao methods and Dao principles.
After arriving here, he could sense that Origin Xia had its hand in every aspect of fate, seemingly determined to alter it all according to its own will. Yet toward those below, it was extraordinarily permissive, allowing them to go their own way.
It seemed that, in Origin Xia's view, so long as it grasped the great Dao of the Upper Layer and encompassed all things in heaven and earth within its fixed calculations, the world could run steadily, and the remaining minor details could be ignored.
He withdrew his gaze, turned back from the corridor, and sat down in the main hall.
Origin Xia treated its envoys very well. This residence was situated at the very top of the tower palace. It did not appear large from outside, yet within lay a separate landscape garden with ponds and hills, its lakeside ringed by cottages and covered corridors.
At present, Daoist You, Jiao Yao, Daoist Zhengqing, and the others had all been separated from him. Not only them—even the Celestial Xia cultivators who had reached the Profound Venerable realm were being treated this way.
However, he was in no hurry to contact the others. Origin Xia was merely employing methods similar to those it had used in Celestial Xia, seeking to