As Lu Qing raised his head and saw that corner of Heavenly Secrets in the unseen, thoughts turned in his heart, yet he sensed a trace of Sword Dao True Intent that was not unfamiliar.
That Great Dao True Intent was grand and radiant.
Without needing to think further, Lu Qing realized that his Master had clashed with the Buddhist Sect.
The divination showed no movement, but I can feel that this disturbance is coming for me.
The divination had given no warning of danger. Most likely, the danger had not yet descended and had already been snuffed out at its very beginning.
Within the seven-day Daoist dojo, his mind clear and enlightened, Lu Qing did not calculate the Heavenly Secrets of the two parties he had seen make their moves.
Instead, he calculated himself—the hazy, fluctuating Heavenly Secrets that had appeared during the transformation of his Spirit Platform over those seven days.
Those seven days had already become but a fleeting silhouette in the Long River of Time. The surging tide of the past was difficult to interfere with or alter, yet precisely because of this, its Heavenly Secrets were not like the misty, indistinct future, impossible to see clearly.
Divine light faintly surfaced within Lu Qing's pupils, and scene after scene flowed around him.
Tracing the past was not a difficult Divine Ability. A goose left traces as it flew; any cultivator who could stand upon the Great Dao and step into the Long River of Time could select a fragment of the past's shadow left behind by heaven and earth.
Lu Qing swiftly saw the scene from when his state of mind had first sprouted, when his Spirit Platform had blossomed with a burst of radiance.
*So this was the source. The words of the Buddhist Sect