Fate allotment churned, wave after wave of it rolling outward from within until, upon reaching a certain spatial limit, it shrank back again like the retreating tide.
In this ebb and flow, endless fate allotment circulated through the heaven and earth where the Dao Sect stood.
It linked the fate allotment of countless disciples with that of the Dao Sect itself.
"The fate allotment has grown much more vigorous, but gloom faintly lingers in some places, and there is even a layer of blood-red light."
In the past, Lu Qing had been unable to see through it completely.
Now, however, he could see that not all this fate allotment was pure and flawless. Some of it carried the aura of a blood-light tribulation.
That was only normal. A sect was made up of cultivators, and individuals would slowly influence the sect's fate allotment as well.
But if the blood-light covered the normal fate allotment, or black qi hung over the sect like storm clouds, it usually meant a calamity that would wipe out the sect lay in the future.
The Heavenly Secrets revealed by a Dao Sect's fate allotment were often advance omens.
If they could be avoided beforehand, one could break free from that future. Yet cultivation in this world was always fraught with twists and turns, and beautiful dreams were hard to realize.
Who knew whether doing too much might instead bring about a tribulation ahead of time? Grasping that proper measure also required the cultivators above to have sufficient cultivation and weigh matters carefully.
"This layer of blood-light qi is not thick, but it lies beside the fate allotment closest to that Supreme Treasure. Its influence will not be small."
Lu Qing's gaze swept over it before quickly withdrawing.
Upon seeing that blood-light fate allotment, he faintly