This rare peace and tranquility was not much different from that of ordinary cultivators in the world.
Yet for Lu Qing himself, this trace of calm had not come from cultivation, but it was still a rare stretch of leisurely days.
Outside of cultivation, Lu Qing had always spared some thought for such idle years.
At this time, the providence of heaven and earth churned without rest, while the rosy clouds of heaven and earth flowed with strands of dazzling, magnificent radiance.
Between movement and stillness.
An aura that harmonized with all things and all Dao naturally arose.
Lu Qing admired the sight of rosy clouds and the setting sun before him.
Within the Mortal Realm's red dust, there was naturally an air of serene joy.
Since ancient times, countless cultivators had likewise become intoxicated by this serene joy and red-dust aura.
After admiring it, some could pull themselves free and leave, while others willingly indulged themselves in the Mortal World, no longer pursuing the distant, unattainable Great Dao of longevity.
Lu Qing had never underestimated the aura of red dust. That Senior Brother Wang from his own sect—though Lu Qing did not know what plans he had—was a cultivator who had already stepped from Golden Core Metamorphosis into the Primordial Spirit cultivation realm, yet he too could not escape the cage of red dust. Of course, that was only how Lu Qing saw it; to one immersed within it, it might instead be sweetness willingly swallowed like nectar.
As Lu Qing's thoughts turned, he gazed toward the rosy glow in the distant heavens.
The providence of the Six Paths had already begun to churn violently.
Even other cultivators could sense this turmoil in their Divine Souls and Spiritual Hearts, as though a clear breeze had blown down from the