For that very reason.
Lu Qing suddenly looked toward the Fate Allotment of the Dharma-Free Immortal Gate.
He was merely somewhat surprised.
Yet he was not anxious, nor did this cause him to waver in his steps.
He did not know who the other party was within the Dharma-Free Immortal Gate.
Nor did he know what the other party was cultivating.
There was no need for him to go forward like this.
Because he was himself, and I was myself.
Lu Qing had always drawn that distinction clearly. Having known what he could do and done what he ought to do was one of the reasons he had cultivated in quiet obscurity all the way to this day.
Thus, his heart did not stir. His gaze merely fell upon the Long River of Time.
Wave after wave rose from the Long River of Time.
Though it possessed neither the babbling sound of a stream in the present world nor the surging roar beneath the broad waters of great rivers,
when those waves of the river flew up and fell, they plucked faint strings within one's Dao Heart.
The sound rang within the Dao Heart and sprouted from one's eyes, allowing one to "hear" the vicissitudes of time and see the changes of mulberry fields across millennia and countless ages.
There was indeed a figure within the radiance ahead.
Yet he, too, had stood there for a very, very long time.
Upon the Dao Seal Long River, the faint glow visible ahead was separated by a distance broader and more boundless than the sea.
Some cultivators, after taking seven steps, could see a glow ahead that seemed only one step away. Yet even after exhausting their entire lives, until their lifespan ran out, they remained unable to take that next step.