When a thought arose in one's heart, it had to be carried through. Now that Lu Qing had observed his Inner World, he knew that a portion of his foundation was missing.
The Myriad Dao was not tangible, yet Dao comprehension was not false.
If Lu Qing wished to walk the path of Myriad Worlds, One Thought Born, Reincarnation was indispensable.
Where there was Reincarnation in the Great Dao, the order of heaven and earth emerged.
However, Lu Qing did not intend to go to the Nether Sea in his true body.
He had yet to refine one of his own Dharma Bodies. Under such circumstances, he could only send a strand of Divine Sense, like a wisp of his Divine Soul.
Though its strength was far inferior to his present cultivation and Dao attainment, Lu Qing was naturally not going to the Nether Sea to fight. He wished only to see its condition with his own eyes.
Otherwise, no matter how many millions of Jade Slip records he viewed, they could not compare to seeing it for himself. Yet the prerequisite for seeing it himself was, naturally, guarding against danger.
Lu Qing now also had a faint premonition. In the unseen depths, he could already sense danger and crisis.
It was naturally not as clear and detailed as a Divination, but once his heart was stirred, he acted. Across the endless ages of the Long River of Time, it too was an exceedingly perilous place.
Lu Qing stood upon the path opened by his own Dao Seal, yet he had never looked down at the silent river beneath his feet, its waves rolling and churning.
Every wave there was a fragment of Temporal Light and Shadow. The scouring of endless passing years was countless times more terrifying than the