One must not conceive a thought of him, nor look directly upon his countenance.
Lu Qing gathered his sleeves and casually waved a hand.
The corpse above this Cosmic Expanse vanished from sight.
That ominous aura of treacherous, ever-shifting mystery no longer permeated the place.
The things that would originally have appeared in this Cosmic Expanse, bringing sinister Tribulation Qi, could no longer be born either.
He looked toward his own Great Dao.
Beyond that Great Dao, countless Great Daos stretched like brilliantly shining jade ribbons and rivers of stars, spanning time and space.
It was as though the stars were wheeling and shifting.
Even Lu Qing found it difficult to put into precise words what it felt like to glimpse the path to Transcendence.
It was like when he had first begun cultivating, facing that state in which the Dao was not the Dao and could not be spoken.
He saw the Cultivation Sea as well.
Those Great Daos from countless places and countless worlds seemed to form a realm of nothingness in an instant.
In that realm of nothingness, only the Dao endured forever.
Lu Qing did not linger in this Cosmic Expanse.
Infinite Paradise here had already developed. As for Providence and such, they no longer required much attention.
As for the next step on the path to Transcendence-
A glimmer of an idea had come to him as well.
Throughout the ages, some had needed to weather countless tribulations to become Immortals.
Now, Lu Qing reckoned that his final Transcendence, ascending to immortality and reaching the Other Shore, would be no exception.
Just as, at this very moment, thoughts of his were scattered across endless places and boundless lands, weathering tribulation after tribulation.
And each time he weathered a wisp of tribulation, the Other Shore