Time flowed on. Only five days remained until the end of the agreed period between Celestial Xia and Origin Xia.
The Myriad Ways of Origin Xia also knew that this time might bring the danger of total destruction. To withstand Celestial Xia's offensive, each strengthened its defenses and cooperated with the others. In merely a few days, their defensive strength had taken shape in a manner all cultivators could feel.
When the several Daoists at Origin Xia's Upper Layer issued their harsh decrees, they had initially worried that matters would not proceed smoothly. Yet the facts proved otherwise. Everyone obeyed their orders; not one voiced opposition.
They were very satisfied with this. It seemed that most people throughout Origin Xia still cared for the greater whole. Though some always professed obedience while harboring defiance, once swept along by the great tide, they could only meekly comply.
This was understandable. They had reached a life-or-death juncture. If Origin Xia perished and the Dao struggle was lost, every one of them would vanish into ashes and smoke. These people had long since been left with no road of retreat. What else could they do but follow along with them?
With this in mind, they had gained a measure of confidence in resisting Celestial Xia this time. So long as they delayed them long enough, they could force Celestial Xia back and thereby stabilize Origin Xia's proper order!
Within the Land of Pure Spirits in the Origin Xia Void Domain, a streak of escaping light continuously coursed back and forth. It was Lin Tingzhi, shuttling through the place.
Everywhere he passed, all pure spirit beings, regardless of level, floated there one by one, as if they had fallen into some form of slumber. This was chiefly due to his suppression using a Dao-Calming