As Lu Qing drew near, his eyes could make out more, and the details he saw became clearer and more distinct.
What he saw and heard before him corresponded with the grand chessboard above the River of Time in the heavens that he had witnessed, and a trace of realization arose in his heart.
He had seen the scenes ahead as well.
Yet with a single glance that shattered falsehood, he knew these were not the Daoist Dojo's true form. Or perhaps that starfield itself was merely the outermost concealment cast down by the years.
Then this layer of white jade steles, along with the resplendent jade towers and palaces behind them and their vast golden-white radiance, was likewise only the outer perimeter of this Daoist Dojo.
But this superficial layer soon shattered as well.
Rumble! Rumble!
It seemed that heaven and earth held no sound but the clamorous interplay of light before their eyes.
Like raging waves crashing endlessly, as though they would never cease.
Unceasing and continuous, it brought with it a great terror of annihilation, as if one's cultivation and vitality were being drawn away.
Standing within it felt even more like a rootless duckweed cast into a boundless deep sea—nothing could be seen in any direction, none of the five senses could perceive anything. It was deeply frightening.
Lu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly. His mind was unified; countless Great Daos each had Divine Sense contemplating them, while a Dao Return Dao Heart stood at the center. Naturally, this superficial display could not easily shake him.
Only—
"Someone has made a move."
For he had once again seen an intangible hand, as vague as one hidden within the clouds, reach down from an endless unknown place and casually brush aside that layer of appearances.
Only then