Mistcloud True Person had never experienced a calamity like this before.
Yet even that ancestor had perished in meditation. He now believed that the earlier rumors of that ancestor's death in meditation were likely not without cause.
Looking at the aura of the mountain peak where this mountain gate stood now, it had changed immensely.
The aura of a great cultivator was no longer present here.
All that remained was an air of decline and desolation that could not be concealed, despite the surface splendor remaining unchanged.
The barrenness left one's heart hollow as well.
The sliver of fortune above his head shifted faintly along with the birth of that thought.
"The transformation has begun."
Lu Qing's gaze fell upon Mistcloud True Person's fortune.
"Seeking vitality, shattering before rebuilding—was this also the slender thread of life bestowed within the Great Dao Calamity?"
A heart like white clouds, forever at ease—this man's Dao Heart had somewhat taken on such a bearing.
Vitality certainly existed. A cultivation lineage could not possibly be entirely extinguished.
Otherwise, sects passed down through an unbroken line would not still exist in later ages.
Yet, seeing Mistcloud True Person's transformation, Lu Qing feared that even the man himself had not expected that, amid the turning of a single thought, he had stumbled by sheer chance upon a slender path to life within the Dao Calamity.
"Cowering in one place is not a good choice, but acting according to the greed in people's hearts is likewise a road to death."
For the two were not fundamentally all that different. Both were instinctively avoiding the calamity—or rather, because they knew how terrifying the Dao Calamity was, they instead chose not to think too deeply about it.
"Go out and seek vitality."
Lu Qing also looked toward the cultivation world