Lu Qing's mind snapped back in an instant.
He looked upon this vast expanse of wind and snow.
That fleeting glimpse, aided by the spiritual workings of heaven and earth here, had also stirred within Lu Qing the deepest impression of heaven and earth within this imprinted world.
Through that trace of imprint, Lu Qing saw the earliest appearance of this Dao Prefecture.
And the figure of its master within it.
Likewise shrouded in hazy radiance, with the Great Dao stretching boundlessly.
Lu Qing recalled the final sight he had witnessed in the Vermilion Bird World.
Before the Long River of Time collapsed, several figures of light had stood upon the river.
Some were indifferent; some were arguing.
Yet afterward, they too had vanished without a trace.
The aura of one of those figures, when outlined, bore a faint resemblance to what Lu Qing had just seen.
Lu Qing calmed his mind.
Such resemblance was hardly strange.
Among those peak immortals of antiquity, only a scant few had left behind true names still remembered by later generations.
Yet Lu Qing thought of the figures standing upon that river.
His brows drew together slightly.
At first, he remembered dozens of figures.
But now, when he recalled it once more, the memories remaining in his sea of consciousness clearly told Lu Qing that there had only been several figures.
The disparity was so great that Lu Qing did not believe he had seen wrongly, nor did he believe there was a problem with his memory.
Then there was only one possibility.
"After the long passage of time, only now has an immortal finally been completely erased."
Even Lu Qing's brows twitched faintly at that possibility.
An immortal with such cultivation was not so easily brought to ruin and slain.
Without a doubt,