Let us not speak of the thoughts turning in each of their minds as they all made their way toward the West Sea.
Meanwhile, several months had passed in the outside world in the blink of an eye.
Lu Qing had been in the outside world for half a year already.
Nothing major had happened on Lu Qing's end during these six months.
However, in the sea region not far from the Southern Heaven Continent—the place known in legend as the West Sea—a heaven-shaking battle had erupted. It drew no less attention than that previous battle in the southeast.
Lu Qing had been very far from that place at the time, yet even at such a distance, the spiritual currents in some places outside the Daoist grounds had been faintly shaken by the aftershocks of that battle over the earth veins.
He gazed into the distance.
At the end of his gaze, beyond a stretch of steep mountain ranges to the west and across a vast wilderness, after the sound of rolling waves reached his ears, he saw a burst of golden light and the majestic radiance of divine power.
The phantom of a gateway also faintly emerged nearby.
"Someone is battling in the West Sea?"
The thought flashed through Lu Qing's mind. "One side wields divine power. They must be followers of the Divine Path."
"The golden light on the other side is peaceful and tranquil with incense offerings, and a faint Buddhist radiance lingers around it. They are Buddhist cultivators."
He looked in that direction.
Thunderous booms rang out without end.
Countless dazzling gleams emitted by the laws illuminated the nine heavens. White and golden light soared ten thousand zhang high. Only two figures could faintly be seen, sometimes appearing in the void, sometimes surfacing above the sea.