Lu Qingshan closed his eyes tightly, his heart calm as still water, sensing the fluctuations of Primordial Intent emanating from that clump of Spiritual Sense.
Suddenly, a vortex appeared before him, sweeping his consciousness into it, and in the blink of an eye, a barren land appeared in his consciousness.
Boom!
Accompanied by the sound of spring thunder tearing through the sky, the sparse pitter-patter of rain began to sound.
Scattered raindrops fell from the sky, slowly evolving into a drizzle and then turning into a torrential downpour.
On the earth, spring buds began to sprout gradually; strains of green grass struggled to poke their heads out.
From the perspective of an observer, Lu Qingshan quietly watched and felt; however, after a long time, he still grasped nothing.
In his view, this was purely a scene of spring rain sprinkling down, reviving all things; he could not see where it related to Immortal True Intent at all.