Each step he took.
Was a world.
And also a trial.
"In ancient times, becoming an immortal of the highest rank required enduring every manner of worldly tribulation, a hundred and twenty thousand in all. Now it seems that even with the Six Paths transformed, anyone wishing to find a way out in the end still cannot avoid this hurdle."
Lu Qing considered this, his steps neither hurried nor slow.
Occasionally, he would stop along the way. Whenever he encountered an interesting worldly tribulation, he would linger to contemplate it.
Even though his own Great Dao had become a world upon his enlightenment, not every course that world took was under Lu Qing's control.
His thoughts were not particularly complicated, though stray notions occasionally surfaced.
That was only natural. After all, he was now seeking the Dao and gaining enlightenment along the way.
Even the great immortals of the Primordial Era had needed to endure tribulations. Each time they returned from one, they attained another layer of perfection.
Viewed this way, perhaps so many tribulations had not been necessary at first. Later, however, some immortals discovered that the more tribulations they endured, the more they could perfect themselves.
They had reached the forefront of that epoch, seeking nothing more than transcendence. Thus came the practice of enduring ten thousand tribulations, a hundred million, and eventually countless billions to become immortals of the Great Dao.
After weathering all those tribulation cycles, sailing past a thousand sails, they should ordinarily have been able to find a path to transcendence.
Yet Lu Qing recalled the Great Tribulation that had later destroyed the world of the Primordial Era. Merely a portion of its tribulation qi had, through a chance convergence of circumstances, seeped into a point in time, and that had nearly reduced