Jiang Changsheng began calculating the karma of that gaunt old man. Sure enough, besides karma tied to the Immortal Dao, there was also karma from another lineage.
Yet the karma of this lineage was exceedingly mysterious. For the time being, he could not see through it; at the very least, he had never encountered this kind of karma before.
He looked toward the Heavenly Dao and used it to sense the luck of all living beings, but he found no more of this karma. Perhaps the gaunt old man had only come into contact with that lineage by chance.
Could this lineage be related to the dark upheaval?
Jiang Changsheng silently wondered. He did not worry about it. The era of the dark upheaval was bound to lie in the far-distant future. Even if he investigated it now, he could not change anything. He might as well focus his energy on himself.
He felt that his experiences of the past and future were not meant to let him change anything, but to keep him vigilant in the face of danger and drive him to become stronger.
Establishing the Primordial Great Dao was what he needed to do now. No matter how long it took, he would create it.
As Jiang Changsheng closed his eyes, he entered an unprecedented period of seclusion.
Several decades later, Jiang Jian and the other four returned to the Great Luo Immortal Domain without mishap and sealed the Dao Bone within the Heavenly Court.
Yet for some reason, news of the Dao Bone still spread. Tales even circulated of the Dao Bone thief suppressing five Great Luo cultivators, making the legend of the Dao Bone all the more mysterious and fantastical.
Time flew like a shuttle, and the Immortal Dao continually turned to new chapters.