Lu Qing spent the night cultivating as usual, while also testing the various methods at his disposal.
The Golden Core held profound mysteries, but Lu Qing was more concerned with the changes that had appeared at the location of his Golden Core and dantian.
Meanwhile, in the outside world.
In the Northern Province, no one yet knew which senior expert had been undergoing tribulation that day, summoning Lightning Tribulation clouds that swept across the skies above every prefecture in the Northern Province.
But without a doubt, another great Golden Core cultivator had emerged beneath the heavens.
As countless cultivators discussed the matter fervently, some sighed in regret. Had they been able to observe the scene of that tribulation, it would have greatly benefited their path of cultivation. Unfortunately, the thunderclouds had layered upon layered, and ordinary cultivators could neither see through nor peer into them.
Against this backdrop, the disappearance of Phoenix Gate seemed utterly insignificant.
This day.
Azure Ridge Volcano.
A tall, handsome figure appeared on one side of the mountaintop. His white hair draped over his shoulders, and his gaze was deep as he looked at the traces left behind. From time to time, a strange, icy gleam flickered in the depths of his pupils.
"Interesting."
As his faint voice drifted out, the wind around him ceased and the birdsong fell silent.
The white-haired man raised a hand and slowly pressed it down. Yet at that moment, a crane's cry rang out as though it had resounded from the void. Like an arrow that had broken through the air, it scattered the rippling space around the area.
The white-haired man remained calm, but he did not continue his movement. Instead, he withdrew the hand beneath his sleeve.
With one hand behind his back, he gazed into a stretch