The Phoenix Bird fled in haste; if it had been any other day, with its innate intuition, it might not have failed to notice the strangeness of that moment.

But now, the Aura of Calamity was spreading, and it was already severely wounded, with a massive killing intent relentlessly pursuing it.

This violated its natural cultivation intuition, so it naturally couldn't detect anything.

“The seventh day.”

Lu Qing's figure stirred slightly.

A hint of profound meaning appeared in the depths of his eyes.

This fated opportunity was indeed not like the treasures and Legacies left by powerful Cultivators in Cave Dwellings, awaiting Cultivators of future eras to inherit them after passing numerous trials.

On the contrary, this fated opportunity perfectly reflected what the divination indicated.

Lu Qing looked at the Phoenix Bird.

At this moment, the Phoenix Bird also saw him.

The ancient Phoenix Bird possessed unmatched speed, for its ancient bloodline, passed down through generations, belonged to the Kunpeng lineage that once dominated the ancient epoch.

The fearsome reputation of the Heavenly Demon Kunpeng was known throughout the Six Paths.

Its diving speed was incredibly fast, faster than lightning, faster than any fleeting illusion in the world.

It naturally saw Lu Qing as well.

The young Cultivator's expression was calm.

His aura was completely undetectable to the Phoenix Bird's senses.

“Just a weak Human Cultivator.”

This thought appeared in its Sea of Consciousness.

Yet, it saw.

The other party stretched out his palm, and suddenly, ripples of space, like flowing water, appeared.

The Phoenix Bird's pupils sharply constricted.

It felt it—the terrifying power before it, its speed was actually constantly decreasing.

It felt as if it had entered a Sea of Chaos, where front, back, left, right, space, and time were all void.

Speed, at this moment, slowly turned into nothingness.

“What Divine Ability is this?”

It finally looked at the young Human Cultivator, a chill that did not diminish even as it faced imminent demise.

Lu Qing's strike was a Dao Law that left no room for escape.

Not a spell, not a Divine Ability.

But a grand and magnificent Dao.

The fiery light on the Phoenix Bird's body gradually extinguished.

Its Lifespan aura also rapidly declined at this time.

It was, indeed, time.

Time makes people old, making mortals weep and Cultivators sigh.

Lu Qing, standing in the Dao of Time, unconsciously exuded a wisp of time's aura.

He gently flicked his sleeve.

A feather was held before him.

A wisp of flowing light slowly floated out from the feather.

And the ancient Demon Ape King, who arrived behind him, also met the same fate as the Phoenix Bird with its next step.

A Puppet without sentience, it now also returned to dust, rejoining the world.

Lu Qing's gaze fell upon this fated opportunity, which had shown danger in the divination.

And at this very moment, the illusory and intertwined divination, like a waterfall of flowing light, trembled again and vanished.

The divination ended, the ominous sign dissipated.

Lu Qing looked at this fated opportunity.

A strange gleam appeared in his eyes.

This wisp of flowing light was not a tangible object in the world, nor was it one of the fated opportunity treasures that Cultivators often encountered.

“This is an imprint.”

There are many imprints; the world has imprints, the Dao has imprints, Magical Artifacts have imprints, and powerful beings also have imprints…

These various imprints are projections of power, Incarnations of the Dao, traces of the world…

Difficult to explain in detail.

But this wisp of flowing light was covered with a layer of time's radiance.

This was an imprint leading to a certain era of time, or rather—

He held the flowing light in his palm, and in the depths of his pupils, threads of heavenly Karma flowed like the sun and moon, the Dao imprinted on his heart, and on the long river of Time, a wisp of Divine Sense manifested and appeared on a long river path.

He was walking steadily, step by step, along the path ahead, neither fast nor slow.

Suddenly.

The long river of Time gently rippled.

The figure standing in the long river of Time suddenly turned around, raised his eyes, and, piercing through layers of Time, his heavenly insight perfectly aligned with Lu Qing's current vision.

At that moment, a thread of heavenly insight instantly drifted out from the long river, captured by the figure like a fish.

Lu Qing's lips curved into a smile.

The heavenly insight was clear.

This fated opportunity immediately manifested a message on his spiritual platform, captured from the heavenly insight of the long river of Time.

“An imprint of an ancient epoch. The past of the long river of Time cannot be changed, yet the long river reflects myriad great worlds, and also flows through the past, future, and present. Some shadows of time will also be imprinted, forming an extra-dimensional world, like the stars and their Qi in the constellations.”

Lu Qing already knew what this fated opportunity he had obtained was.

Time Imprints, myriad worlds, vast and endless.

Some also call them Guixu.

Meaning a fleeting dream, everything formed from a dream and destined to return to illusion.

But from Lu Qing's understanding, these Time Imprints are actually equivalent to Secret Realms, only these Secret Realms are too vast.

These Secret Realms absorbed a certain era of the ancient epoch as their foundation, and once formed, this Time Imprint had completely fixed the future.

Because, like a fish scooped out of the river, it had lost the future of continuing to swim in the river.

Some Time Imprints cycle through time, restarting every five hundred years, or every thousand years, or after an epoch, restarting again.

Others take a major world event as their starting and ending point, where a major world event supports a shadow of time, forming a Guixu dream.

The Guixu flowing light Lu Qing now held in his hand.

Its aura of Time was ancient and rich.

This was the aura of the ancient epoch.

“It is indeed related to the Dao Seal treasure I will soon refine.”

“The current world is not like the ancient epoch. Although vast and endless, the limits of the Dao are not like the ancient epoch. The cultivation world has not yet fully recovered its past glory.”

“To refine a Dharma Treasure, one needs the right timing, favorable location, and harmony among people. In the ancient epoch, Immortals used heaven and earth as a bronze furnace and all things as resources. Currently, I find it difficult to achieve this in this world, but within a Time Imprint, it is entirely possible to realize this idea.”

Because this is Guixu, based on illusion. No matter how real the world, it is ultimately not the long river of Time itself.

Lu Qing's eyes flashed with brilliance, and a Divine Sense slowly flowed through his mind.

Having obtained this fated opportunity, and feeling the subtle flow of heavenly will, he had some other insights.

Because Guixu Time is not so easy to form and condense.

Although this kind of imprint of Time is called a Guixu dream, another fleeting dream outside the world.

But one must know that for it to be fully formed, it means that countless Cultivators within that period of Time must all be included.

Who knows if there might be some supreme existences among them, who, even across a span of Time, could cast a projection of their gaze.

Therefore, what can usually form are some unavoidable great trends of heaven and earth and great trends of the long river, the shadows of Time swept out by them.

This is driven by endless great trends.

Of course, if the scope is narrowed, encompassing only a small ancient city, then the difficulty is undoubtedly reduced.

But no matter how much it is reduced, to act from the long river of Time means that the person who acts must have extremely profound and high Dao attainment.

Lu Qing looked at this fated opportunity again, already thinking about the heavenly will of this Vermilion Bird World.

A wisp of heavenly will descended.

Lu Qing also had some perception.

He knew in his heart that the heavenly will of this world was somewhat strange, or rather, quite spiritual.

He just didn't know if it was the influence of the original Vermilion Bird, the spirit of heaven, or some other reason.