Lu Qing saw the altar, as well as the layers upon layers of formation patterns beneath the white light.
Dao Rhyme lay hidden deep within, concealing an air of destruction.
As he watched, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.
"This destructive Formation Dao is less like a seal and more like a slaughter that leaves nothing alive."
By now, Lu Qing could perceive the cultivation True Intent contained within these Dao Rhymes.
Every cultivator who cultivated their own Great Dao or comprehended another's would incorporate a strand of their own Great Dao True Intent into it.
It was the True Intent of one's own Dao Heart.
Even if one followed entirely in the footsteps of predecessors, it did not mean one would necessarily cultivate exactly as those pathfinders had. The karma, fate, comprehension, and other qualities of each cultivator differed by the slightest fraction, yet could lead a thousand miles astray.
At this moment, the Great Dao True Intent Lu Qing sensed was one of boundless destruction—vast and limitless, annihilating without measure.
"This is a Life-Killing Formation Dao."
Pure killing intent, pure destruction.
It had nothing to do with the Six Paths, nothing to do with the greater situation, nothing to do with personal grudges.
It was as though this Formation Dao had been born solely to destroy.
There was not the slightest shred of self within it.
Its purity had reached the extreme, and so had its terror.
Lu Qing faintly sensed that edge of destruction. It was exceedingly terrifying.
The longer he observed it, the more he sensed the strength of that True Intent.
Time was ancient, and beneath the years, all things were equal.
Yet this strand of True Intent still remained here.
"This grand formation truly does seem terrifying."
With Lu Qing's current insight,