He looked back, but it had only lasted an instant.
Very soon, that thread of sight was withdrawn.
The divination within his Sea of Consciousness still hung suspended like a waterfall of flowing light.
"Looks like it isn't here."
Lu Qing did not seem overly surprised.
When someone from his sect had arrived earlier, he had already faintly sensed an anomaly in time and space.
"Find a place to cultivate first."
He turned his gaze inward toward the Jade Slip at his brow. The Jade Slip connected all things and carried an imposing Dao Rhyme.
It gave him the feeling of beholding Heaven and Earth.
"Dao Inheritance," he thought.
Wisps of cloud rose beneath his feet. Before long, his figure became hazy and unreal as he headed east.
One month later.
He arrived in a small county town.
It was a county town nestled among mountains and wilderness, with few cultivators.
Lu Qing entered seclusion for three months.
His thoughts rose and fell within the Sword Dao.
In the world of the Sword Dao, sword light stretched vast and boundless, washing forth countless clouds of swords.
The sword clouds filling the skies were each a Sword Dao of the mortal world.
Lu Qing marveled inwardly. "Master's Sword Dao has drawn even closer to the Heavenly Heart."
He could sense that every strand of Dao Rhyme contained the impartial justice of Heaven's Way.
He thought again of the Master he had taken, and of the manifestations of his two different Dharma Bodies.
One was cold and emotionless, like the Sword Dao hanging high above.
The other was an elder and senior, who still possessed a compassionate heart.
Lu Qing did not dwell on it.
At such a realm, one could understand names and identities with but a single thought.
He looked