In the Eight Wastelands, some prodigies carved out resounding reputations.
Others perished in uninhabited lands.
Rogue Cultivator prodigies emerged, while true inheritors of Grotto-Heavens walked the world.
God-Men raised the winds and clouds high, riding clouds and mist; Demonic Cultivators spread Black Suns across the sky, painting the skin of all living beings. Whether great demons devoured the moon or Immortal Practitioners stretched across the clouds, the Long River of Time surged ever onward, halted by no one.
By the tenth year since Lu Qing had entered the sect—
The world's Fate Allotment had become so entangled that no one could tell one thread from another. It seemed it was becoming a case of you within me, and me within you.
Among the countless prodigies, some were called ordinary prodigies, first-rate prodigies, or peerless prodigies. Of the top ten on the Wind Cloud Ranking, the Immortal Path held six seats, while a Demonic Cultivator from the Demonic Path had also reached tenth place. What was surprising was that the Fate Allotment ranked first had always hovered among the top five prodigies, with no distinction of high or low between them.
Even among the Nine Immortals, the atmosphere had become somewhat subtle by now.
Of the Nine Immortals and Nine Sects, six belonged to the Immortal Path. The ones without disciples in the top ten were the Glazed Buddhist Sect, the Nine Dragons Divine Dynasty, and the Seeking Dao Immortal Sect.
Ten years after entering the sect.
At last, a change came over the aura within the small mountain lodge. It was like the tide, rising and falling in the span of an instant.
Lu Qing finally pushed open the gate before him.
A light breeze stirred beyond it.
Having cultivated in silence, unaware of the changing years outside, Lu Qing's