He looked toward where the five figures stood.
Thunderclouds gathered in the sky.
Raindrops fell from the eaves. Through the hazy curtain, those streaks of light and shadow could still be sensed—they were here.
Compared to the others,
some figures closer to those places could see far more clearly.
Especially those several silhouettes of light, which gave them a feeling even more exaggerated than five hundred years ago.
No one could clearly describe that feeling, but one thing was certain: the Great Dao cultivated by those five luminous figures had likely become far more profound.
"Dao tribulation."
A thought suddenly arose in someone's mind.
"What is a Dao tribulation?"
Before an old cultivator who had glimpsed heavenly secrets could answer,
they saw the Dao hearts of some disciples wavering on the verge of collapse,
as though they would fall into cultivation deviation the very next moment.
"The Dao tribulation has arrived."
A deathly still aura began to spread through heaven and earth.
Yet those lightning tribulations seemed not to have appeared at all.
The five figures stood quietly at the heart of heaven and earth, maintaining that tenuous connection between the Immortal Path and the world.
The Immortal Path was changing; the Six Paths were changing.
Elsewhere, winds and clouds also churned, thunder rolling.
"The Great Dao is withering."
Lu Qing looked toward that cultivation world.
The cultivation world where the First Era lay.
The Great Dao of its cultivators had not brought calamity.
Yet human hearts had been fickle since ancient times.
This tribulation of the Great Dao was both a Dao tribulation and the arrival of a human tribulation.
"Human hearts are ever-changing; Dao hearts are difficult to fathom."
"If the people of the world lose their hearts that seek the Dao, then with the Great Dao changed,