Hearing that, Daoist Randeng's brows drew together.
Huh?
Was there really such a saying in the Primordial Wilderness?
He had lived through so many Yuan Hui, yet this was the first time he had heard that cultivators faced the Three Calamities of Heaven, Earth, and Man.
Not even the Saints had spoken of such a thing!
If he had been able to beat the man, Daoist Randeng would have thought he was being toyed with.
And yet, the man's words seemed to make sense.
The living beings of the Primordial Wilderness were beyond counting, numbering who knew how many quadrillions. Few awakened intelligence, and fewer still could take on an Innate Dao Body.
Even outside a Tribulation of Calamity,
cultivators still died in all manner of bizarre accidents.
Some were struck dead by sudden lightning while flying through the sky.
Some cultivated in seclusion underground, only to perish when the earth shifted and buried them deep below.
Others fell to enemies hunting them down, or to deadly feuds born of a quarrel!!
Could cultivators truly face three calamities?
Was he facing one now??
As for the man's claims about watching countless ages of Reincarnation and traveling through other worlds,
he did not believe a word.
Daoist Randeng's expression shifted rapidly. He asked respectfully, "May I ask which calamity you see upon me, fellow Daoist?"
"Perhaps the Earthly Calamity, perhaps the Human Calamity. I imagine you've encountered something troubling in recent years?"
Qingyuan pretended to calculate on his fingers.
His expression turned grave. "You met someone who brought this streak of bad luck upon you!"
"Your words strike straight to my heart, fellow Daoist!!"
Daoist Randeng clenched his fists and said resentfully, "As it happens, something has been troubling me lately, and it does involve someone!"
"Oh? What happened?" Qingyuan asked