Lu Qing obtained a stroke of fortune atop the Long River of Time.
At the foot of the mountain, White Marsh was somewhat pleasantly surprised.
It looked at the Divine Ability within itself in bewilderment.
"Why has my Divine Ability advanced on its own again?"
It thought strangely.
"Never mind. It is not as though anything bad has happened."
White Marsh could avert calamities and preside over auspiciousness. Naturally, it also possessed divinations such as astrology, Destiny, and Purple Tenuity.
However, the White Marsh of the current era had encountered a Variable Fate.
This White Marsh was White Marsh, and that White Marsh was also White Marsh.
Yet compared to White Marsh, that one was the true Humanity-Dao White Marsh in every sense of the word.
"I was not planning to use this to fight anyway."
Unable to figure it out, White Marsh simply stopped thinking about it.
After all, this was the Daoist Dojo where its master resided. No one would dare come here and make trouble unless they had swallowed a bear's heart and a leopard's gall.
White Marsh lay sprawled atop a massive round boulder. Ahead of it, a boyish figure was cultivating. When White Marsh guided Chaosheng, it only needed to move its mouth. Cultivation was a personal matter, after all; it could not possibly teach Chaosheng hand in hand how to cultivate.
After all, it had relied on its bloodline for its own cultivation. Fortunately, this disciple of his was no ordinary being either, but the spirit of a Stone Vein from the Land of Heavenly Spirits, enlightened by its master.
Naturally, he did not need to follow rules and regulations like other cultivators, advancing step by step in orderly sequence.
White Marsh lounged here in leisure.
Elsewhere.
Beyond the Heavens.
Surfaces of water appeared