Lu Qing looked at the terrifying Dao Rhyme auras streaking across the firmament.
Great currents of Fate Allotment also surged and roiled, racing like wandering dragons. They were exceedingly terrifying.
The Dharma combat and debate between those two had indeed been magnificent beyond compare.
Golden light stretched boundlessly.
Seeing those Dao Rhyme auras, Lu Qing knew at once that both were undoubtedly Heavenly Prodigies who had forged their own Great Dao.
"Primordial Era prodigies, present-day prodigies, Heaven Beyond Heaven prodigies..."
After calculating, Lu Qing suddenly realized that the current contest for the rankings of the Nine Heavens' prodigies truly fit the description of a flourishing age.
The aura around him naturally became one.
Wherever he stood, that was nature.
He was not merging into nature; he had always been nature itself.
He did not remain to watch the final outcome of the Dharma combat.
In truth, some cultivators left as well.
They knew their own limits. Or rather, their years spent wandering the cultivation world had given them an added measure of caution.
In the vast cosmos, a mighty sea of sword-clouds soon spread across the sky, Sword Qi ringing sonorously.
Clearly, there was no need to look closely at the other side. This shift in Fate Allotment alone announced the conclusion of the Dharma combat.
Lu Qing looked toward the dense, abundant Spirit Path Fate Allotment within that sword-cloud.
It was Spirit Path Fate Allotment that had emerged from heaven and earth itself in various places.
At that instant, it was like the curling smoke from a stick of incense, abruptly rising another three inches.
Lu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly.
None of the cultivators present could spy upon where these Great Dao Fate Allotments lay within heaven and earth.
Yet they could vaguely sense a certain change in