The Spirit Ghost Mountain Master did not know what heavenly secret the patriarch had glimpsed.
But he could imagine that this Dao Calamity would not be so simple.
To the figure high in the vault of heaven, the vital auras upon cultivators across the world were as conspicuous as fireflies among the stars.
Dao lineages and sects possessed the fortune of their traditions.
Cultivators naturally possessed the fortune of their own cultivation as well.
Those varied phenomena—even when the fortune above their heads was merely a swath of grayish white—carried a flavor utterly different from that of ordinary living beings who had not entered the Dao.
This difference in foundation was also the clearest distinction between the cultivators of the world and living beings without the light of wisdom.
Lu Qing saw the Spirit Ghost Mountain Master as well.
He did not know whether this Ghost-God Dharma Lineage had been passed down into later ages.
But presumably, it had not.
Most likely, it had suffered a devastating blow during this Dao Calamity.
The reason Lu Qing had noticed this place was that he had sensed an aura extremely close to those five True Exalted Ones of the Immortal Path, only half a step away from reaching their level.
That was why Lu Qing turned his gaze here.
And in passing, he saw this Ghost-God Mountain Gate.
"Spirit Ghost."
Lu Qing swept it with his divine sense.
That mountain master was rather unusual.
In terms of cultivation, his attainments were not the highest within this mountain gate's lineage.
That was understandable. After all, there was still a great Buddha above this mountain master.
The owner of that aura was the true voice of the Ghost-God Dharma Lineage.
Anyone he appointed—even an ordinary child—could become the master of this mountain gate.
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