The tribulations blazed fiercely like fire.
Lu Qing swept his gaze across the Wind Cloud Ranking. Those listed upon it were no longer hidden dragons such as prodigies and chosen talents, but true mighty experts of cultivation.
"Those who seek the Dao cannot enter. That does fit my conjecture."
At its root, this upheaval was still a struggle for Fate Allotment. Whether it existed or not was beside the point; what mattered was that the Demonic Path could not be allowed to seize it.
Even if the Demonic Path claimed it, it would be impossible for them to restore the glorious golden age of the Primordial Era Demon Sect. Yet once they developed, the Immortal Path would be the one to suffer the greatest impact.
The current struggle for Fate Allotment had other things mixed into it as well. Otherwise, there would not be so many Variable Fates no matter how one looked at it.
Nor was everything within the Daoist Dojo peaceful. It was merely that, beneath the great tides of turmoil outside, many matters had been suppressed.
Lu Qing involved himself in none of it. His reputation within the Daoist Dojo was nearly nonexistent.
Day after day passed.
Within the Demon Land World, the name Eight Wastelands was formally decided upon. The Demon Land World was now utterly different from the Ancient Demon Land of the past; this newborn name represented a newborn future.
The name faintly corresponded with the Eight Trigrams, for in each of the eight directions lay a deadly region—some formed of flames, some of raging storms, some boundless lands of hanging mountains, others valleys of thunder seas formed by lightning...
All these things made many cultivators think of the ancient theory of the Eight Trigrams.
But that was another matter entirely.
More importantly, Mars