Another half year had passed by now.
The familiar rhythm seemed to have returned to those days when he had once stood guard.
Though the times were different, Lu Qing, still within the Daoist Dojo, inexplicably felt as if he were reliving the scenes from the Outer Sect Grand Competition.
After the Primordial Spirit Second Gate, even without Talisman Light in hand, Lu Qing unexpectedly discovered that he had naturally grasped another divine ability in a hazy trance: Wind Hearing.
The messages borne by the breeze, the news mountain winds carried up from the valley floor, the outside winds entering the Daoist Dojo—these natural winds brought Lu Qing quite a bit of news each day.
They were not necessarily secret or weighty intelligence, nor were they opportunities.
They were merely records of things seen as they truly were.
For instance: "The water in this valley is crystal clear, and there are many fish." A cultivator passed through a valley, saw the fish beneath its clear streams, and immediately felt his appetite stir.
"I heard people outside are competing in the Dao of painting."
That was casual conversation on the cultivators' streets.
However, Lu Qing had also tested it. The range of this ability was rather mysterious.
It was random.
"This Wind Hearing divine ability seems to randomly capture information imprinted upon heaven and earth."
With a thought, Lu Qing understood its profundity. Divine abilities themselves originated from the Dao. If the information belonged to a powerful cultivator, its imprint could be erased, and naturally could not easily be captured again.
"So, in the end, it still comes down to cultivation."
Lu Qing returned to the rhythm he knew well.
With nothing much to do in the mountains, he had also opened up a Spirit Field.
Whenever Lu Qing relaxed his