The wind fell silent; everything, everything stopped flowing.
Until—
The five figures seemed to cast faint gazes down upon Green Duckweed Mountain.
Buzz.
Like ice atop an iceberg meeting the spring sun, the sound of ice cracking; like spring returning to the earth, all things beginning to revive once more, grass shoots breaking through the soil, flying fish leaping from the water, vitality flourishing—the sound of energy beginning to circulate again.
Ice shattered, and all things revived.
The tableau seemed to have become an instant of the past.
Only when Lu Qing heard that voice descending from the Nine Heavens again did his thoughts begin to turn.
Yet not even an instant had passed.
Stillness and flow—this span of time seemed as though it had never existed.
As if it had always been so.
Lu Qing's gaze paused slightly.
He sensed a familiar aura.
It was precisely the energy flow of the Dao-Seeking Hall from several eras he had entered before.
Sure enough, it was much as he had expected.
Yet Lu Qing glanced faintly toward one of those figures.
He did not know whether it was an illusion.
He felt that amid the heaven-and-earth stillness of that brief instant, this figure seemed to have swept a glance in his direction.
That faint sensation—
Carried a trace of inexplicable familiarity.
After all, the gazes from the sect's upper echelons that Lu Qing had sensed before had felt much the same.
"Could it be a senior of the Profound Heaven Dao Sect?"
This thought passed through his Divine Sense. It was not impossible.
He did not know what the Profound Heaven Dao Sect of the First Era had been like. Though he was a disciple of the Profound Heaven Dao Sect—
He had ultimately come from a later age, several eras