Peddlers set up their stalls, tea drinkers sipped at teahouses, inn attendants welcomed the endless stream of travelers. In villages and wild mountain country, green fields stretched out again; grass grew and orioles flew, farmers toiled, and old fishermen in green bamboo hats beamed at their bountiful catches...
Lu Qing had seen cities and prefectures roiling with Red Dust Qi before, yet placed within this world, those cities still seemed to lack a measure of bustle.
Figures passed one after another, each face displaying the myriad expressions of life. Lu Qing swept his divine sense over them: a thousand people, a thousand faces; ten thousand people, ten thousand hearts—each different to the utmost.
Even so, this world still held a beautiful, wondrous aura. Anyone who beheld it would feel some of the beauty of the Mortal Realm.
Lu Qing was deeply shaken as well. The myriad manifestations of the Red Dust seemed to have all been encompassed within this world. If one called this another heaven and earth, there would be no arguing against it.
"If this is not the Red Dust, then where else would the Red Dust be?"
Lu Qing withdrew his gaze from that of a mere observer and looked again through the eyes of a cultivator. "This path cannot be called wrong either."
He merely studied this Golden Core phenomenon with care. Refining heaven and earth within oneself sounded grand and majestic, but only when one truly cultivated it did one understand its difficulty.
Lu Qing looked at this place, then at the utterly motionless Golden Core within his dantian, and could not help shaking his head lightly. His own path likely had nothing to do with manifesting the Red Dust.
Yet, in the depths of his heart, Lu Qing felt that this senior's Red Dust