After half a month of travel, the disciples of Origin Xia's Myriad Ways finally reached Celestial Xia's side with the aid of Myriad Immortals' Ferry.
As waves of light dispersed before their eyes, Young Master Qiu and the other Myriad Ways disciples finally arrived within Celestial Xia's heavenly domain.
Looking out at the vast void and the stellar phenomena so utterly different from Origin Xia's, all of them could not help but feel excited.
Origin Xia clung rigidly to order; if something could remain unchanged, it would remain unchanged. Ever since the establishment of the Heavenly Order, things had been exactly as they were then. They had cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years, and even the finest things became ordinary after being encountered time and again—not to mention that there had been nothing much worth praising to begin with.
Even the novel things that had appeared in recent years had been obtained through the destruction of myriad realms. Yet Origin Xia's Upper Layer did not think much of such things. After all, if I had destroyed you, then what you left behind naturally could not be anything good. Moreover, to prevent unforeseen variables, objects from foreign realms had to be cleared away as thoroughly as possible.
Celestial Xia was different. It had thwarted Origin Xia several times, making everyone realize that Celestial Xia absolutely could not be underestimated and possessed the strength to contend head-on with Origin Xia. Thus, once things from Celestial Xia spread over, they became highly sought after.
These Myriad Ways disciples had once considered imitating them. For instance, they had wanted to create grand dramas. But after secretly putting on a few, they found that they lacked that vital spark. The same plays, the same lyrics and singing—yet they seemed dull and stiff, utterly uninteresting.