Although an Eight Wastelands Earth Continent had now been added.
Its territory had expanded, but the Eight Wastelands was a dead zone for cultivators.
There were no native cultivators. Even the spirit fish in the waters and divine herbs in the mountains that possessed a trace of Spirit Light could only be called spiritual. For them to develop the Wisdom Light of cultivation would still require endless years.
Spirit Clan Spirit Cultivators held no great advantage in the Eight Wastelands either.
Every faction needed cultivators, disciples, and fresh blood.
That made those foreign worlds all the more valuable.
Faced with this situation, Lu Qing did not feel any sense of danger.
The divination had concluded. This journey would be free of worry, and accepting this mission would not entangle him in what came later. He naturally understood what that meant.
"Black Tortoise Mountain is a rather peculiar place."
Black Tortoise Mountain vanished with astonishing speed.
It was likely related to its location at the center of the world.
Then, he sensed that familiar fluctuation appear once more.
Whether it was intentional or not, he did not know.
After returning this time, his discovery would inevitably become known to others. By then, it would become clear whether that mysterious power of Heaven's Way was controlled by cultivators themselves, wielded through some Supreme Treasure, or both.
That power of Heaven's Way was mysterious above all else, yet Lu Qing did not feel that it was particularly powerful.
What he needed to deal with were the ripples arising in the Long River of Time.
Black Tortoise Mountain had previously vanished without a trace, like quicksand dissolving away. After standing atop the Dao Seal and carefully sensing it, Lu Qing had already formed an idea. This was the power of time from within the