Previously, Lu Qing had entertained quite a few thoughts.
Though Lu Qing was not adept at schemes and intrigues, that did not mean he did not understand the calculation of heavenly contingencies. His lack of skill merely meant that, setting aside his own Great Dao, his deductions in this one respect might not match those old foxes and ancient monsters.
But with such profound cultivation already supporting him, casting aside his own hard power to compare himself with others solely in these matters was of no use to him whatsoever.
When calculating heavenly contingencies, he could see through many scenes at a glance.
When something went wrong at the three-thousand-year juncture, the first reaction would likely be that some unseen greater tide had been laying out its plans behind the scenes.
It just so happened to draw in the Primordial Cataclysm. Otherwise, how could such a heaven-and-earth-reversing problem have arisen?
But after hearing this explanation, even Lu Qing could not help being somewhat surprised.
"Fortune truly worked in mysterious ways."
Fortune—the fortune capable of allowing one to become a Dao Lord—could absolutely not be called poor.
Yet fortune was no more than a trend.
If it were truly so powerful, if everything went smoothly without any twists or turns, then the immortals of ancient times had possessed no lesser fortune either.
After all, quite a few ancient immortals had ascended through merit. And where did merit come from? From heaven and earth.
In some respects, merit was the favor of heaven's will.
Under the favor of heaven's will, major problems rarely arose. But when a colossal calamity truly arrived, heaven's will could only offer a vague guiding hand.
As for heavenly contingencies, the future contingencies they saw were generally accurate.
Yet unexpectedly, that one chance in a hundred million had