Chapter 1351: Wind and Clouds of Prison Peak

Emperor Xia recalled the intelligence from Wen Dao Sect and found it utterly absurd. The Nine Palaces of the Luoshui Guard were shrewd and capable agents. They had analyzed intelligence on the Ruthless Sect day and night for over half a year, and had only just managed to roughly pinpoint Yang Kongtong's location when Lu Yang had already eliminated him. Was establishing the Luoshui Guard in Great Xia even necessary?

Wen Dao Sect, entrance to Prison Peak.

The new prisoner stood lost in thought at the entrance to Prison Peak, contemplating his lifelong reputation. It was truly pathetic and lamentable that he had ultimately ended up tragically imprisoned.

"Old Duan," Mo Xiaochou, who was in the mid-stage of Soul Transformation, asked Duan Qingshui, who had been brought in with him, "Do you think this sentence in my cultivation method means we cultivators should be pure of heart and desireless?"

Both had been captured by Lu Yang at Xitian Temple and subsequently imprisoned on Prison Peak. On Prison Peak, where powerful cultivators abounded, Mo Xiaochou's cultivation was the lowest, and Duan Qingshui's was the second lowest. The two often exchanged cultivation insights. During their time imprisoned on Prison Peak, although they couldn't cultivate, their knowledge and experience had grown exponentially.

Duan Qingshui looked at the sentence Mo Xiaochou was questioning, gently shook his head, and kindly suggested, "I don't know. Why don't you ask the Blood Demon Venerable? He wrote that sentence, didn't he?"

The Blood Demon Venerable, the last Imperial Advisor of the Great Yu Dynasty, could barely be considered a significant figure on Prison Peak, where Tribulation Transcenders were common and Body Integration cultivators were insignificant.

Mo Xiaochou was about to do just that when he heard quiet discussions gradually escalating into arguments.

"What's wrong with me speaking a few truths? What are we afraid of if cultivators from Great Qian hear it? You be the judge, what aspect of Great Qian can compare to our Great Yu?" Dao Lord Wanfa bellowed. He had initially just been telling the surrounding prisoners how decadent Great Qian was, but unexpectedly, a prisoner from the Great Qian Dynasty overheard him. His companions tried to stop him from speaking carelessly, which immediately displeased Dao Lord Wanfa.

"Our Great Qian has far more Half-Immortals than your Great Yu!" Divine Lord Silei angrily retorted. Dao Lord Wanfa looked down on Great Qian, and he, in turn, looked down on Great Yu. If the two dynasties were to fight across time, he believed Great Qian would surely emerge victorious.

"Number of Half-Immortals?" Dao Lord Wanfa scoffed, dismissing it with disdain. "You dare to show off those nascent Dao Fruits condensed from faith power? I could take on two of your 'watered-down' Half-Immortals myself!"

"Arrogant!"

Hearing this, Divine Lord Sichen was even more furious than Divine Lord Silei: "You only became a Half-Immortal by sheer luck, thanks to your Immortal Longevity Body. What's there to boast about when you have innate advantages? I, with my five spiritual roots, became a Tribulation Transcender and was fortunate enough to be highly regarded by Lord Siming, who bestowed upon me a nascent Dao Fruit of Time."

"If you only had five spiritual roots, it's debatable whether you could even cultivate to the Body Integration stage!"

"Becoming a Tribulation Transcender by robbery and murder—what kind of success is that?" Wu Youdao, the sixth Emperor Yu of Great Yu and the second most talented among all Emperors Yu, scoffed. "The resources spent on you would be enough for me to cultivate three Tribulation Transcenders!"

"Wasting resources, squandering heavenly treasures—no wonder the Great Qian Dynasty declined with each generation and was replaced by our Great Yu."

Mo Xiaochou and Duan Qingshui were caught in the middle, not daring to interject, much less ask about cultivation methods now. As Buddhist cultivators, they didn't belong to either of Prison Peak's two major factions. Although their Buddhist nation had a history of 300,000 years, it had never even produced an Immortal, only Half-Immortals at most. They were therefore not qualified to participate in this debate.

"Just an emperor chosen from among dwarves, who thinks himself amazing just for becoming a Tribulation Transcender, and has the audacity to represent Great Yu?" Nightmare Sovereign, who ended the Great Qian Dynasty but was defeated by the combined efforts of Wu Yao and Guan Shanhai, sneered. His history meant he was at odds with the Great Yu Dynasty.

"Haha, you destroyed the Great Qian Dynasty, yet you actually have the nerve to side with Great Qian." A certain Tribulation Transcender from Great Yu laughed loudly, exposing his hypocrisy without mercy.

"How dare a mere Tribulation Transcender interrupt!" Stung by the remark, Nightmare Sovereign became furious and embarrassed. If they were outside, a single glance from him could plunge his opponent into an endless dream, never to wake up. But on Prison Peak, nascent Dao Fruits and spells were unusable. Thinking of this, Nightmare Sovereign took off his shoe and threw it through the bars of the cage. It landed squarely on the opponent's face, leaving a large shoe print.

The Tribulation Transcender from Great Yu was stunned at first, then became enraged. What was a mere Half-Immortal on Prison Peak? He had Guan Shanhai backing him, after all.

"How dare he hit me? Brothers, pelt him!"

Soon, shoes came flying at Nightmare Sovereign with a flurry of thuds.

"Only you Great Yu people have numbers? Let's all go!" Divine Lord Silei shouted. The Great Qian cultivators saw Nightmare Sovereign being bullied; Nightmare Sovereign had taken a beating for Great Qian, so they couldn't stand by! Prison Peak descended into chaos, with everyone from Half-Immortals down to Body Integration cultivators joining in.

Eventually, the Great Qian side ran out of weapons. Divine Lord Silei had a flash of inspiration: he crumpled up a newspaper and threw it at the other side. Wen Dao Sect valued human rights, so every time newspapers were printed, a copy was given to the prisoners on Prison Peak, allowing them to understand changes in the outside world. The Great Yu cultivators followed suit, crumpling up newspapers. Both sides engaged in a war of words, throwing angry wads of newspaper at each other. For a moment, wads of newspaper flew everywhere, like a snowball fight.

Suddenly, a wad of newspaper landed on Guan Shanhai, who was resting on his side. Seeing this, both sides immediately fell silent, not daring to make another sound. They secretly cursed whoever was so reckless as to throw a newspaper wad towards the Imperial Advisor. After all, Guan Shanhai printed these newspapers.

Guan Shanhai sat up. Beneath his calm gaze was a simmering rage. He held the crumpled newspaper and spoke slowly, enunciating each word.

"Are newspapers meant to be used like this?"

Guan Shanhai sat majestically, his calm gaze sweeping over the Great Qian and Great Yu cultivators. He slowly uttered two words:

"Disgraceful."

Both sides trembled, lowering their heads, not daring to meet Guan Shanhai's eyes.

"And you're arguing about whether Great Yu or Great Qian is stronger? What a ridiculous question. If Great Qian were strong, how could it have been replaced by our Great Yu? Is such a foolish question worth discussing?"

The Great Yu side secretly rejoiced. The Imperial Advisor was indeed on their side. Upon hearing this, the Great Qian side felt their blood boil. They wanted to refute Guan Shanhai, arguing that Great Qian cultivators had gone into hiding to mitigate the influence of faith power; otherwise, Guan Shanhai and Wu Yao would never have had their chance to rise, and so on. Especially Divine Lord Silei and Divine Lord Sichen, who had followed Emperor Zhongtian and Siming in conquering the world, felt the deepest affection for Great Qian and most wanted to speak out. Yet, facing an Immortal, they had a deeply ingrained fear—a psychological shadow left by Emperor Zhongtian. Facing Guan Shanhai, who was also an Immortal, they remained unable to stand tall, afraid to speak their minds.

"This is your room," Yunzhi's voice broke the unusual atmosphere on Prison Peak, bringing a new prisoner to Prison Peak.

Siming looked at Divine Lord Silei and Divine Lord Sichen, his two trusted confidants, and didn't know what to say. They must be hoping he could rescue them, but he was about to disappoint them, for he himself was now imprisoned and unable to escape.

Divine Lord Silei and Divine Lord Sichen saw Siming, and their eyes welled up with tears.

"Lord Siming, we've waited for you for so long! You're finally here!"