Several more days passed, and the battle between Celestial Xia and Origin Xia reached its seventh day.
Though Celestial Xia had always focused on advancing, the great formation at the very forefront of the former barrier finally could not hold under the tide-like assaults.
Councilor Xiang sat at the formation hub, watching the outer formations crack apart layer by layer, the cultivators stationed within them destroyed one after another. A faint ripple stirred in his heart.
This formation was merely an outer formation at the very front, originally meant as a barrier against Half-Awakened Immortals. It was only a hastily constructed temporary great formation, insignificant to Origin Xia itself, and all the cultivators slain within were merely false bodies. Origin Xia had suffered no real loss.
Yet as he watched the scene before him, he felt that this was what the Two Halls would become, what the Upper Three Worlds would become, and perhaps what all of Origin Xia would become as well.
Though he thought so, he felt no fear. Instead, he carried a certain anticipation.
Origin Xia's heavenly order had shackled their path, causing them to lose the gate to advancement. As cultivators, they had to break it.
And he had put this into action.
He smiled. If one did not even dare to think, nor dare to act, how could one claim to be a cultivator?
As for the price that might have to be paid, he had long considered it. Even if he fell because of this, he would have fallen upon the path toward the Dao. It would be his own choice, and he would not regret it.
At this moment, waves of destructive force finally spread into the formation hub. The surrounding formation restrictions continuously shattered and scattered, like a surging torrent converging from