Lu Qing's true body had naturally returned as well.
It was simply not quite as everyone else had imagined.
He still remained within this First Era.
At the dawn of Primordial Chaos, stars and moons turned; immortals had endured through countless ages without rest.
Where there was Dao, there were all things.
He looked upon this flowing radiance of time.
The First Era.
Within this present tapestry of time and light, the broad outline of the Nine Heavens cultivation world of later generations had already taken shape.
Sunlight shone down, suspended over the azure vault of heaven.
Hazy Dao opportunities could be seen everywhere.
Within Earth Continent were snowy moons and frost-laden skies, as well as misty green mountains and forest wilds, where radiant haze rose amid the grasses.
Cultivators could also be seen leaping into the wind and riding it away.
As those cultivators drifted freely upon the wind, streams of light and Dao radiance scattered in all directions. Endless rainbow lights streaked across the horizon, setting off the rosy clouds and rainbow glows against one another, making the scene incomparably vast.
Upon the Wilderness Continent, vital auras and tribulation qi intertwined, presenting a boundless sight that seemed brimming with life.
The path of Immortal Path cultivation.
Lu Qing looked at a faint gleam of clear light before him.
In an instant, that clear light could open up tens of thousands of great worlds.
Yet this very wisp of clear light was the ever-mysterious, ever-changing Dao-Seeking Hall, whose karmic ties could never be grasped.
The Dao-Seeking Hall was difficult to trace.
Lu Qing calculated the years he had spent in the First Era. The flow of time differed here.
As someone from the future, once he entered this Long River of Time, he could travel to certain other points