Each Calculating One Move, Off by a Thousand Miles

In the Ancient Heaven of old, born deities occupied the Divine Seats of heaven, earth, wind, fire, and thunder. Heavenly Gods patrolled the lands of the Nine Heavens on behalf of nature's laws.

Great marshes and rivers, renowned mountains and clustered peaks—the vast, majestic world faded alongside the deities, yet it still received a measure of Creation from heaven and earth.

Through the Creation of time, the places where those deities met their end were mostly within this Mortal Heaven of the Nine Heavens.

That was why, while Lu Qing was in seclusion, heaven and earth remained quietly tranquil, and time flowed slowly on.

Judging by its Dao Rhyme, the cultivation environment of Red Dust Heaven could not compare to the lands where the Providence of the Six Paths had taken root and flourished.

Yet because it had passed through one cycle of Tribulation beneath the changing years, this Mortal Heaven of the Nine Heavens would not easily be drawn into the entanglements of Providence when crossing tribulation.

Lu Qing's eyes were already closed.

This time, there was a Daoist temple behind him and a sea of clouds amid a thousand mountains before him.

Not a single place was unrestful; not a single place lacked splendor.

Yet Lu Qing's secluded breakthrough still quietly passed amid the slow turning of the years.

And in the outside world.

The small mountain peak where Lu Qing resided was merely one slight turn of fate wrought amid the quiet flow of Heaven's Will, after a small sect of former times had declined long ago.

Cause and Effect did not originally exist within these years. Thus, when others calculated the mountain's past and future, it was merely an unremarkable peak among the overlapping ranges.

People often enjoyed wandering through mountains and taking spring outings, but