Lu Qing looked toward the old cultivator.
He stood quietly atop this mountain peak.
There should once have been a small sect here.
But the sect's legacy had found no successor, and its cultivation inheritance had thus been severed.
No one wished to comprehend the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth anymore, while more and more mundane living beings appeared.
The Hong Guang and Flying Light that had once been seen everywhere, streaking across the skies, had now become legends from dreams.
They had become ancient, distant myths of Immortals.
Yet clearly, before the Dao Tribulation descended, there had always been those in the Mortal Realm seeking Immortals.
But now, even though storybooks about Immortals still existed, they seemed no different from ordinary tales of strange wonders.
The old cultivator secluded within his own Cultivation Cave had already grown very old.
With the Time Tribulation Qi descending, he also had to contend with the Dao Heart and Divine Sense that surged forth at every moment.
He could no longer maintain his youthful appearance.
His hair was white, and his gaze had become far more muddled.
Even the Energy Flow of cultivation around him had grown much more mottled.
He was utterly different from how he had been before.
Within Lu Qing's vision were both this old cultivator and the Spirit Ghost Mountain Master.
Their experiences differed, yet what they had in common was that, through this Dao Tribulation that had lasted two hundred years, both had endured. Judging from their cultivation realms, however, neither had belonged to the most profoundly accomplished group in the Nine Heavens Cultivation Realm before this.
At the very least, they had not been among the great senior cultivators ranked at the forefront of the Cultivation World.
Yet strangely enough, both of them had held on.