"There is still some time left here."
Lu Qing contemplated the residual might left behind by this wisp of Treasure Bead power.
This was merely a world created from the shadow-power of a magical treasure. The fact that it had endured for so long was already impressive.
More than a year was enough.
Over the following year, Lu Qing no longer remained motionless in one place as he had before.
He completely concealed his aura and, like an ordinary mortal, settled down in a small city.
When he had nothing to do, he would exchange ideas with some Daoist priests. Zuo Liang and Ma Feng from Yellow Cloud Temple, whom he knew, also happened to meet Lu Qing once.
Yet they did not say much else.
In the end, the Celestial Master of Great Qi was never established.
Perhaps it was because the scene that day had been too shocking.
Even with the Imperial Guards present, once those sorcerers with their myriad strange methods lost control, they became terrifying figures in the Mortal Realm.
The Emperor of Great Qi was not, after all, a foolish ruler. He cared deeply for his own life.
After the Crown Prince died and his past deeds were exposed, Great Qi inevitably went through a period of unrest and wavering hearts.
After living here peacefully for two months, Lu Qing set out again.
Over this journey of more than nine months, he witnessed the majestic splendor of desert winds and sands, the round setting sun over a long river. He had climbed thousand-ren cliffs from which all mountains seemed small, visited famous sites and ancient ruins to call upon recluses cultivating deep in the mountains, and sheltered beneath eaves from downpours alongside passing travelers...
At first, Lu Qing would use soaring spells, summoning wind and