A flash of white light passed.
Lu Qing had not seen clearly what had happened midway to those figures radiating incomparably terrifying auras.
Yet the Dao-Assimilation upon them was an indisputable fact.
"When the Tribulation came, they did not evade it to delay it, but chose Dao-Assimilation? Or had they wished to take another step forward, only to meet the end of Dao-Assimilation?"
Or perhaps this had been their own Great Dao Cultivation Tribulation.
Lu Qing keenly noticed that although the stretch of the Long River of Time where those figures stood, and that ancient Great Realm, had already been beset by endless storms, while ripples and waves had risen in both the river ahead and the river behind—
The place where they stood remained utterly without disturbance, calm as a mirror's surface, without the slightest ripple.
It carried a feeling of tranquil seas and gentle winds.
Yet compared to those other waves, Lu Qing knew this meant the cultivation of those figures had reached an unimaginable level of terror.
Lu Qing quietly gazed at the square box.
He gathered back his slightly stirred thoughts.
Having witnessed the scene of that Tribulation, he had resolved some doubts from the past and learned certain secrets of the Primordial Era, but it had also brought him still more thoughts to ponder.
The auras of those figures had likewise been terrifying, yet Lu Qing vaguely felt that they were not all Immortals cultivated from the same Dao.
Moreover, they could stand within the River of Time without being carried along by the years. One person Lu Qing could think of was the White-robed Daoist who existed within the memories of the Thunder Dragon artifact spirit. That person's Divine Abilities were profound and his cultivation unfathomable.
He could pierce through memories, cross countless eras