Somewhere within the Prison of Suppression, Yue Qingze and Feng Shenchang sat atop a ritual altar palace, compiling a Dao scripture.
This was a task Celestial Xia had assigned them. If they wished, they could record some of their insights and experiences from cultivation and leave them for later generations to study.
They had no objection to this.
Celestial Xia had not demanded that they hand over their cultivation methods. Yet in Origin Xia, their methods and divine abilities held no secrets at all; everything had to be surrendered.
But then again, different people practicing the same method would achieve different results. Their success did not mean others could succeed, and once one's Dao methods reached the Upper Layer, one's personal imprint became ever more distinct. No two people would be alike, nor would anyone simply follow another's path wholesale.
Yet at this moment, they sensed wave after wave of disturbances being transmitted in. This was because Celestial Xia had not sealed off the place where they were, making it easy to perceive the movements outside.
For a time, Feng Shenchang was somewhat restless.
Yue Qingze glanced at Feng Shenchang and said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, is something weighing on your mind?"
Feng Shenchang said, "Could it be that you have not sensed it?"
Yue Qingze remained composed. "Barring the unexpected, Origin Xia should be attacking, should they not?"
Feng Shenchang looked at him and said, "Yes. The two sides are at war now, and the fighting should be at its fiercest. Otherwise, the aftershocks of battle would not have reached this place. Yet Celestial Xia has no need for us to take the field."
Yue Qingze smiled. "Is that not a good thing? It shows that Celestial Xia can deal with Origin Xia through its own strength alone and has