Two months passed, and the Origin Xia Dock was rebuilt. Yet disciples of the Myriad Ways now kept far away from the place; not a single one was willing to remain there.
Who knew when it might explode again?
Everyone believed it was practically inevitable. Especially with the great battle drawing nearer by the day, such a thing could happen anytime, anywhere.
Yet the golden vessels emerging from the passage between the two realms still made this their first stop. They would not directly enter that void barrier like those disciples of the various worlds.
Origin Xia still maintained the daily passage of roughly a hundred golden vessels. Sometimes, people did not necessarily arrive at all; most of the time, they merely took off and landed in routine traffic, all to confuse and mislead.
That day, a golden vessel docked within the inner cavern of the fortress platform. A round-faced Daoist descended from it, followed by over a hundred servants and disciples.
He stared coldly at the distant void barrier. Seemingly catching sight of those disciples from the various worlds, disgust appeared on his face.
These worms!
For their own pleasure, they endlessly supplied Celestial Xia with precious materials from every world. This was nothing less than feeding the enemy!
Ironically, this was precisely what those in power in the various worlds wished to see.
Those who could come here to indulge themselves were no ordinary disciples. Most were people capable of competing for the position of sect elder. Naturally, some within their sects hoped they would remain outside and never return, and thus encouraged this all the more.
His heart ached beyond measure. How had Origin Xia become like this?
Origin Xia should not have been like this.
At this moment, a disciple rode a cloud over from afar