"The clouds and mist here are quite unusual."
After learning of this place's peculiarities, Lu Qing withdrew the gaze from his eyes and simply looked over the surroundings.
There were no palaces, no towers, pavilions, or terraces, no magnificent storied ships...
None of those Daoist lineage residences, Immortal Practitioner estates, Grotto-Heavens, or Blessed Lands—some ethereal with immortal aura, some magnificent and solemn, some ancient and weighty, some tranquil and secluded—were present.
When others held a grand gathering and presided over such an event, everything was prepared and nothing was lacking.
Yet this place seemed to have shed all external things.
There was only oneself standing here, alone, with nothing but a cloud of mist beneath one's feet.
It was so boundless and empty, yet excessively simple.
Even many cultivators were seeing such an utterly extreme cultivation gathering for the first time.
Moreover, as figures stood atop the clouds and mist, a layer of cloudlike radiance diffused around them, hazy and indistinct, like misty rain and vapor shrouding both themselves and the Heavenly Secrets.
Within that haze, none could clearly see one another's faces.
Naturally, it was only a simple concealment.
Lu Qing did not leave the mist-cloud beneath his feet either.
This patch of cloud and mist could both soar through the air and move about.
There was no need to walk; one merely had to ride the clouds.
Lu Qing did not continue using his dual pupils. His divine radiance withdrew inward, and his Energy Flow seemed to merge naturally with the clouds and mist.
Even when he passed some clouds, no one noticed that a cultivator had just brushed past nearby.
Lu Qing's heart was calm and peaceful. Looking over this place, he discerned some of the mysterious principle of the Great Dao's utmost simplicity.
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