Daoist Lingdu was assigned by Wu Tingzhi to a ritual platform, where he was also sent quite a number of books and records concerning Origin Xia.
For two days, he had been examining the books, learning of the various circumstances surrounding Origin Xia.
The more he learned, the more deeply he frowned. Origin Xia had extinguished the myriad ages; its foundations surpassed Celestial Xia's by an unknown extent. In this confrontation, Celestial Xia was undoubtedly at a disadvantage.
Of course, being at a disadvantage did not mean they could not win. Otherwise, Upper Firmament Heaven would have surrendered long ago, and there would have been no need for it to contend against Celestial Xia. Yet from what was written and what he understood, Celestial Xia possessed almost no great advantage over Origin Xia. Still, Celestial Xia might have some reliance of which he was unaware.
Besides, no force would willingly await death with bound hands. Resistance did not necessarily mean destruction, but refusing to resist meant certain ruin.
He thought again of Zhuang Zhishi. That man's achievement meant that Celestial Xia had opened a path connecting above and below. If more great powers of the upper realm emerged in Celestial Xia, then the outcome of this battle would truly be difficult to predict.
Outside the ritual platform, a bird flapped its wings as it flew over. Reaching the edge of the platform, it landed and transformed into a divine child. It bowed to him and said, "True Person Lingdu, True Person Ying and True Person Yu have arrived beyond the sea of clouds. Shall they come to see you now?"
Daoist Lingdu said, "Then let them come here. I am not your guest, merely your prisoner. There is no need to ask me about such matters."
The divine child said