Just as Lu Qing was experiencing this transformation of the Immortal Path in the Primordial Era's First Era.
In the unimaginably distant era of later generations, across countless Rivers of Time—the sole present era filled with every kind of Variable Fate.
Lu Qing's incarnation, far away in the West Sea, finally saw the true face of these Immortal Daoist Grounds unveiled.
Or perhaps what he had always seen while standing outside had also been these Immortal Daoist Grounds. Yet just as the moon waxed and waned, and people knew joys and sorrows, meetings and partings.
Every face belonged to the same bright moon, and every turn of the Dao Heart belonged to the same cultivator.
It was only because each face differed that every scene reflected in the eyes of the world likewise differed.
These Daoist Grounds, adrift amid the starry sky before him, were also like the bright moon in the heavens. To living beings in every direction, they revealed entirely different aspects.
The Immortal Daoist Grounds were the ones Lu Qing had seen before, suffused with the aura of Immortal Practitioners—sandy shores and waterside land, white dew and frost, winding corridors, and ancient soaring pavilions.
Exquisite towers and jade terraces stood amid a hazy, ethereal air.
The spiritual vitality in every inch of the place was faint and pure.
There were towered terraces, jade palaces, and jeweled halls; secluded groves of bamboo and elegant dwellings, as well as jade platforms and golden halls whose precious radiance shot into the heavens.
Every trace of its aura displayed something different.
This pure aura more closely resembled that of cultivators on the Primordial Immortal Path, rather than the majestic nobility of a Divine Lord of the Divine Path, with its detached, indifferent sense of Heaven's Will.
Thus, it was perfectly reasonable