"Martial Uncle, the current Dao Child has yet to appear."
Zhang Qingyun smiled faintly.
Presumably, they too understood what this martial uncle had misunderstood.
After all, Lu Qing's aptitude and talent were extraordinary. This martial uncle could hardly be blamed for seeing wrongly.
Qing Yazi shifted his gaze.
He looked toward the Ocean of Fate Allotment where the Profound Heaven Bell stood.
"So this old man had taken the wrong turn in his thinking."
"Since the current Dao Child has yet to emerge, I assume you already have your own plans. This old man need not say more."
Lu Qing's thoughts stirred slightly.
"Come with me."
The old man turned his gaze and spoke to Lu Qing.
Lu Qing clearly sensed that the gazes of several Chiefs resting upon him had grown somewhat strange.
The White Deer stepped upon the clouds.
A hazy, jade-white auspicious aura spread around it.
After White Crane Ancestor saw that senior elder depart,
"Fu Huazi, how did you know that person would return?"
White Crane Ancestor frowned.
He was somewhat puzzled.
At the same time, he was deeply shocked.
For if one calculated carefully, that person's era happened to fall at the end of the Tribulation, when all things withered away.
That Time Tribulation surged onward. Any Daoist Lineage that had successfully broken free from that calamity had paid an exceedingly grievous price.
Outsiders knew of the Nine Sects of the Immortal Path, and some claimed that the Nine Sects were domineering and aloof.
Yet long ago, in the same age and the same era, there had not been no other powerful sects and Daoist Lineages of the Immortal Path. It was merely that, after the great waves had washed away the sand, those that failed to survive that vast calamity had vanished into the