It was as though he had fallen into a world where everything was made of objects of Providence.
In this world, he had become a stone.
An utterly ordinary stone.
At first, Lu Qing suspected that he had transmigrated again.
But his Calamity Avoidance talent was still warning him from within.
He adapted quickly and vaguely realized that this was a dream.
But how could he have become a stone in a dream?
Lu Qing did not understand.
But so what if he was a stone?
Could stones not cultivate?
What law in the cultivation world said stones could not cultivate?
Still, even as a stone, Lu Qing was not a glowing one.
Having become a stone, the wind and rain were his daily cultivation and tempering. Whenever fierce storms swept past, he would ride the tempest from one mountaintop to another.
Apart from shedding quite a few stone fragments when he fell and suffering bodily pain, he had never encountered any true danger to his life.
After all, who would covet a stone?
Rain passed through the forest, flowers fell into emerald waters.
In the blink of an eye, several years passed. Lu Qing diligently layered several disguises over his stone body.
As the saying went, the path of lying low would forever remain in his heart.
Besides, it rained often in this world.
As a stone unable to move, he could only watch the rain before his eyes.
Then one day—
Lu Qing watched the rain before him, as though it would fall for ten thousand years. Waves of rain surged forth, water crashing down upon him.
The stone's surface already bore the traces of raindrops and flowing water.
Thud.
A stone seemed to settle in his heart.
He felt as though he had gained an insight.
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