Fate Allotment erupted in a thunderous transformation.
Countless gazes searched again and again, yet ultimately found nothing.
Those outside it had no way to perceive it.
Time flowed like water. Half a year passed, and everything seemed to be changing, yet it also seemed as though nothing had changed.
In the blink of an eye, a full year had passed.
As always, Lu Qing remained in the small mountain lodge, cultivating.
After a year of cultivation, he had entered the Nine Golden Core Realms, his cultivation reaching Golden Core Perfection. Compared to before, his breakthroughs seemed to have slowed somewhat, but that was only natural. To be honest, Lu Qing had long prepared himself mentally for the passage of years required by Golden Core cultivation. Encountering a bottleneck now was an exceedingly normal matter.
After all, this world had changed drastically from the Vast Righteous World of the Primordial Era.
Lu Qing instead felt that his consecutive breakthroughs before had also been due to a measure of opportunity. Listening to the Dao and observing formations being expounded—either one was a tremendous opportunity for others. He had happened to encounter both at the right time, so his Providence could be considered quite good.
Moreover, reaching Golden Core Perfection in a single year was not slow at all. He had emerged from seclusion today because the vague premonition of a breakthrough into the Primordial Spirit Realm had yet to arrive. Though his Dharma Power was already full to the brim like overflowing water, he still lacked the opportunity for a breakthrough.
Continuing his secluded cultivation would yield no direction. Stillness bred the urge to move; this was precisely the right time to emerge.
Ever since his Providence had ceased being grayish-white, that crimson Providence of his had remained coiled at the very