That was how it was. Only the word "natural." The moment the thought arose in Lu Qing's mind, that insignificant insight into time he had gained in the past finally showed signs of becoming a seed about to break through the earth as his cultivation steadily advanced.
Lu Qing thought of those four mountain peaks, then of that rain which cycled through the four seasons without ever ceasing.
"Call the Wind and Summon the Rain—why must this rain take the form of spirit rain? If I use it for further insight, I may be able to comprehend the Great Dao of Time." Once this thought surfaced, he could no longer suppress it.
It was an instinct born within every cultivator who yearned to see the scenery from greater heights and glimpse a farther-reaching Great Dao.
Once one entered the Immortal Path and pursued the Great Dao, who had not wondered what lay farther away, what existed at greater heights?
Lu Qing did not suppress it. This instinctive yearning to turn wind and rain into the rain from his memories, rain carrying the breath of time, had arisen from the thoughts he had developed while walking the immortal road.
Yet he did not let it run wild. With a gentle grasp, that wisp of thought returned to the three inches of his spiritual platform. Within the Purple Mansion Realm between his brows, his Divine Soul wore a calm expression and an indifferent gaze. He merely reached out and seized it, and that wisp of thought fell easily into his palm.
"Not yet." He passed no judgment upon that thought. It had come from himself, so of course he understood it.
There was nothing strange about it. Lu Qing naturally wished to walk farther, but not in his current state.
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