"So many disciples with fine Fate Allotment entering the Dao Sect—what a masterful move."
Lu Qing spoke softly. Standing before the small building, he took a step, and his figure appeared atop the platform carved by uncanny craftsmanship at the center of the jutting mountainside.
He gazed out at the sect's Fate Allotment in the distance, deep as an abyssal sea.
Then he looked at the Bell Shadow, where countless strands of Fate Allotment connected below. Some poured into that sea of Fate Allotment, while others passed through the Tripod Shadow and flowed back to every corner of the Dao Sect below.
Previously, Lu Qing had seen that layer of Tribulation Cloud blanketing the sky overhead, with wisps of tribulation always lingering within it. But when his gaze swept across it, he found that the omnipresent Killing Tribulation he had sensed before was much fainter beneath this region.
With a turn of his mind, he looked again at the Fate Allotment surrounding the disciples emerging from the grand teleportation formation, as well as the Fate Allotment of the Minor Realms behind them, all tightly linked to the Dao Sect's Fate Allotment.
It was simply too vast, so even the Tribulation Cloud could not continuously cover the Dao Sect.
Instead, as time passed and disciples blessed with Fate Allotment entered the higher sect, the Fate Allotment upon them blazed ever more fiercely.
The Tribulation Qi also gradually diminished considerably.
At the very least, Lu Qing no longer sensed that Killing Tribulation Qi that had once felt like thorns pressed against his back.
"Even so, staying within the mountain gate, cultivating in peace, and silently reciting the Heart-Calming Sutra may keep the Killing Tribulation from wholly clouding one's mind. But Killing Tribulation is one link in the Human Tribulation. Though killing intent