The Starry Sky was vast, boundless and limitless.
Lu Qing's Divine Sense Clone floated quietly in the void.
He did not move, merely standing there in silence, his brows faintly furrowed.
While he had been in the Home World just now, a sudden flicker of unease had arisen within his heart.
It had come abruptly and vanished just as quickly, as though it had been nothing more than an illusion.
Yet at his current realm, every flash of intuition had a cause. It could never be an arrow shot without a target.
That flicker of unease had seemed like a warning from the Great Dao, yet also as if something immensely important was happening—something bound to him by an unseen thread of fate.
Lu Qing closed his eyes and sensed carefully.
But that flicker had already vanished without a trace. No matter how he searched, he could not capture even the slightest remnant of it.
"Interesting."
Lu Qing opened his eyes, a strange light flashing through them.
At his level, a sudden intuition could never arise for no reason.
Since he had sensed it, he had to uncover its source.
Without hesitation, he raised his right hand and gently spread his fingers.
A hazy radiance began to gather in his palm, transforming in the blink of an eye into an illusory space about a foot across.
Within that space, a Xinghe revolved, while countless points of light flickered in and out. It was precisely the method he used to deduce Tianji.
Lu Qing focused his mind and began deducing the origin of that unease.
The illusory space spun rapidly. The Xinghe flowed, and countless images flashed through it.
There were mountains and rivers, cities and sects, cultivators battling with spells, and mortals tilling fields. The scenes passed so swiftly that