Within the simulated scroll paintings.
Every scroll painting was different.
Others could not see them either.
However, Lu Qing had already noticed that this cycle-of-reincarnation simulation bore some resemblance to the circumstances of his true self crossing the Great Dao Tribulation in ancient times.
At first glance, there seemed to be no problem. In the first life's reincarnation simulation, the true spirit within was still his own true spirit.
Naturally, he could know where he was and remember his past memories.
Yet with every reincarnation, washed by the Dao resonance of reincarnation, some memories within the true spirit would inevitably be cleansed away.
If one successfully passed through reincarnation, that was one thing. But if one failed to do so, then most likely...
Lu Qing glanced at the silhouettes of living beings walking to and fro outside.
Among those people, how many had originally not been beings born from this simulated scroll painting?
Yet after being scoured by the cycles of countless years, they had become no different from everyone else.
Lu Qing watched for a long while and discerned quite a few of its hidden workings.
Still, he believed the others should have noticed this as well.
Otherwise, they would not be stirring up wind and rain outside.
He looked toward the scroll painting before him.
Specks of drifting spiritual light floated through the air like scattered fireflies.
Ordinary people could not see them.
Only the owner of the scroll painting could see them clearly.
But that was nothing of note.
Lu Qing swept his sleeve.
The reincarnation rewards that had scattered down also flowed into the book before him like specks of starlight.
The book recorded the names of nine people. Because each possessed a different fate and fortune,
though spiritual light appeared over every name, the light