Lu Qing stepped onto the Divine Bridge, and only a few breaths later, his figure vanished.
Though he had seen countless scenes upon the Divine Bridge, to the Thunder Dragon watching from outside without setting foot on it, not even a few breaths had passed.
This young disciple had already entered the treasury.
It knew the conditions for entering the treasury as well.
The Dao Sect Treasury—rather than calling it a treasury realm—
it would rather call it a prison formed by a world of its own.
Those treasures had been sealed within, buried in dust for countless years.
The place reached through the Divine Bridge was the true world where the Dao Sect Treasury lay.
If an ordinary disciple could enter the Dao Sect Treasury so easily, wouldn't that be absurd? The Dao Sect's many predecessors had never underestimated the wisdom of cultivators beneath heaven.
Should some change truly occur within, should that world fall into turmoil, the Dao Sect would suffer an indelible impact as well.
After all, treasures possessed spirits, and Supreme Treasures possessed natures, natures like those of cultivators. Yet after the Primordial Era came to an end, Tribulation Qi ran too deep, winding around every corner of heaven and earth. These treasures, too, had been tainted by a trace of the cataclysmic tribulation light.
They needed the Heaven-Earth Grand Trend to slowly temper and grind them away.
"Ah, I originally wanted to say a little more, but what a pity—I can't."
The Violet-Light Thunder Dragon thought highly of Lu Qing.
Especially in this present age, when the Divine Firmament Thunder Dao had no successors. Its predecessors had long since become motes of dust between heaven and earth.
Not to mention that the Violet-Light Thunder Dragon was now merely a remnant soul. Without a body, with