Those streaks of radiance were invisible to ordinary people.
Magic treasures possessed spiritual light; divine objects concealed their own brilliance.
Ordinary people found them difficult to see.
Lu Qing happened to witness that scene just now.
He looked toward the purple-robed True Person who had left, then hesitated before turning his gaze toward the old man who had departed in the opposite direction from the purple-robed youth.
Yet the auras surrounding the two of them shared faint traces of similarity.
"I am not myself—was I still myself in the past and present?"
Lu Qing looked over and saw the trace of aura on Purple Cloud's body grow still.
Likewise, on the other side, the layer of clear light around the old man—whom he had initially thought was protected by a magic treasure—also gradually dimmed.
The spiritual opportunity within his fortune was gradually vanishing.
Yet he seemed to notice nothing at all.
He merely walked in a certain direction.
"Where the opportunity lies, the Dao tribulation manifests."
Lu Qing understood the reason behind "I am not myself," and he also understood why Purple Cloud had spoken as he had. His Dao heart had not twisted, nor had his divine awareness been tainted by tribulation qi.
Under normal circumstances, he truly might have broken out of his cocoon and been reborn.
His cultivation would have risen to another level.
But although the spiritual opportunities of heaven and earth still remained, the Great Dao tribulation had already descended. If he wished to cultivate now, he could not remain in this state of cultivation.
Only by breaking the tribulation before cultivating again could he avoid sinking into it.
Lu Qing went to cultivate in the mortal world, seeking the place where Dao opportunities lay.
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