"Dao debate was not some solemn affair. Whatever came to mind could be said; speak freely..."
The Violet-Light Thunder Dragon was not solemn either, nor did it speak of its own Divine Firmament Thunder Dao.
It was a Violet-Light Thunder Dragon, a spirit of all things, one among the True Dragons.
What it spoke of were Divine Abilities, natural laws, and innate Dao powers.
It did not speak of many profound and mysterious things. It merely spoke of cultivation in the Primordial Era, of the Immortals it had seen, and of the former glory of the Primordial Era Divine Firmament Dao Lineage.
This did not resemble another's Dao debate. It was more like a journey of proving one's Dao Heart.
Yet it truly was a Dao debate.
No one said that everything had to be explained through the Dao.
Past experiences, the tempering of one's Dao Heart in the Mortal World, old bonds of affection...
Lu Qing saw the road once traveled by a senior cultivator. Bit by bit, those experiences had gathered into a Dao Heart, and amid them, that path of Dao had gradually emerged from haziness into clarity.
These were not words spoken aloud. This was a true Dao Heart debate—seeing one's Dao Heart, and through it, seeing another's Dao.
"I have walked these roads before too. Halfway through, I also took detours..."
Within those detours.
In the instant his Dao Heart shifted, Lu Qing seemed to see a Thunder Dragon raging within the Thunder Ocean Sea.
But at that final moment.
With a savage expression, it was about to pour down a vast Thunder Sea and strike the Profound Wilds.
Suddenly.
An incomparably illusory yet incomparably enormous palm appeared in the void.
One hand seized the dragon's head.
The figure wore flowing white robes and stood