The instant these Dao Seals were faintly jolted by the impact.
Across boundless universes and endless time and space, the long river stretched on and on, countless waves surging up and crashing back down.
Beneath White Deer Cliff, a youth rode backward on a donkey, drowsing atop its back. Suddenly, thunder boomed through the heavens, startling the donkey-riding youth.
His eyes flew open, and a trace of ancient weariness swept through his pupils.
Yet that weariness swiftly vanished without a trace.
"My Dao Seal has been struck. Which Dao brother is this? What kind of Great Dao has he opened?"
His brows lifted slightly as he raised his gaze, seeking to pierce through the aura of ages beyond the skies. Yet layers upon layers of mist from immeasurable years concealed it, while endless rifts in the void stood in his way.
"Ah, they say I have calculated all Heavenly Secrets, yet the flow of years is the hardest thing to calculate."
"Forget it, forget it. Judging by that aura, he is not from my era. Still, anyone who can leave a Dao Seal in the long river is no ordinary person. Forget it, forget it."
This donkey-riding youth, in whom ancient weariness and incongruous youthful spirit coexisted, inexplicably lost interest again and sighed repeatedly.
His words carried dissatisfaction with his own cultivation. Yet if any great power of this world had been present, they would have been utterly shocked and addressed him with reverence. The youth reclined once more upon the donkey's back, closed his eyes, and made no further movement.
Like this youth, quite a few owners of Dao Seals sensed the disturbance in Lu Qing's Dao Seal. Unfortunately, whether they tried to divine with their fingers or pierce through the Heavenly Secrets of time, they ultimately could not