I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1250 - 765:

Although these two legacies were incomplete, they proved incredibly profound for Lu Qing at his current stage, significantly broadening his horizons and elevating his perspective on Cultivation.

One of them, the "Nine Seals of the Divine Dragon," had been left behind by the Exotic Beast Suan Ni during ancient times, over a hundred thousand years ago.

Suan Ni was the offspring of a legendary mutant beast known as the "Ancestor Dragon."

Recalling the secrets of the Dragon Clan recently shared by the Old Cyan Dragon, Lu Qing was reminded of that particular mutant beast.

"A mighty expert of the Dragon Clan named 'Ancestor Dragon'?" Upon hearing this, the Old Cyan Dragon looked skeptical. "I have never encountered such a figure in our records. Furthermore, the name 'Ancestor Dragon' is not a title just anyone can claim. No member of the Dragon Clan could endure the massive karma associated with such a name."

"Senior, does the title 'Ancestor Dragon' carry a specific weight?" Lu Qing asked, his interest piqued.

"Of course. Within the Dragon Clan, the Ancestor Dragon is a figure beyond the current realm of existence. Aside from the Ancestor Witch of the ancient Witch clan, which Dragon would dare adopt such a name? No mutant beast has the capacity to bear that title," the Old Cyan Dragon explained with gravity.

"It seems that is the case."

Lu Qing felt a tremor in his spirit as he began to connect the fragments of information in his mind.

"Ah Qing, why the sudden curiosity? Is it possible there is a Dragon outside arrogant enough to call themselves 'Ancestor Dragon'?"

The Old Cyan Dragon’s expression turned slightly mocking.

If such a creature existed, that Dragon would be remarkably bold.

Did they not fear their very spine being snapped by the weight of such immense karma!

"I am not entirely certain of the details; I only heard it mentioned by others and became curious," Lu Qing replied.

The Old Cyan Dragon shook his head dismissively. "It must be some ignorant, fearless youngster of the Dragon Clan. Pay it no mind; anyone daring to use that name will likely not survive for long."

That might not be true...

Lu Qing thought back to the data he had extracted from the imprint.

That Suan Ni, recognized as one of the nine sons of the "Ancestor Dragon," had already reached the Primordial Spirit Five Tribulations realm more than a hundred millennia ago.

Logic dictated that the "Ancestor Dragon" must have existed for an even more staggering amount of time.

Reflecting on the Old Cyan Dragon’s warnings regarding the title's significance, Lu Qing felt as though he was on the verge of uncovering a hidden truth.

However, his current information was too sparse to fully grasp the underlying reality.

After all, the records from Suan Ni were ancient history and impossible to verify at the moment.

He decided to set the matter aside until a future opportunity for investigation arose.

"Seniors, since Little Li is still in seclusion, I will refrain from interrupting. Having just achieved a breakthrough, I wish to step outside the Immortal Palace for a time to clear my mind and relax my spirit. Is that allowed?"

Lu Qing dropped the subject of the "Ancestor Dragon" and shifted the conversation.

"Why do you wish to depart the Immortal Palace?" the Old Cyan Dragon inquired.

The Black Bull and Ming Feng also turned their attention toward him.

They clearly remembered the chaos Lu Qing had caused during his last excursion, where he had even managed to slay an expert at the Primordial Spirit Eight Tribulations Perfection realm.

Lu Qing gave a light smile. "It is nothing major. I simply intend to go out and dispose of some trash."

...

Shortly after, Lu Qing exited the Immortal Palace and stood once more upon the plaza fronting the eight spatial vortexes.

This time, however, the plaza was far from desolate. It was crowded with numerous powerful figures who were waiting there.

These individuals represented various major Sects; they were the ones who had attempted the trials over the years but had ultimately been disqualified.

Among the throng were Lu Qing’s specific marks: the Primordial Spirit realm disciples belonging to the Black and White Temple.

Watching Lu Qing approach the crowd and remembering his parting words, the Old Cyan Dragon remarked from within the palace, "It seems the successor we've chosen for the Master possesses a rather formidable killing intent."

"A strong killing intent is a virtue!" the Black Bull grunted. "The Master was far too compassionate in the past, constantly granting mercy. That was his greatest error. If he had been cold-blooded enough to execute that person, the Returning Ruins Immortal Palace would never have fallen into this state."

"You ignorant bull! Hold your tongue and do not speak ill of the Master!" Ming Feng snapped back fiercely.

"What? Did I say something that wasn't true?"

The Black Bull refused to back down this time, meeting Ming Feng’s glare with his own.

"If the Master hadn't been so soft-hearted, how could that traitor have found the chance to invite those demons in and trigger the catastrophe?"

Ming Feng stared coldly at the Black Bull, a chilling aura radiating from his frame.

His devotion to the Master was absolute, and he would not permit any criticism of his character.

The Black Bull remained defiant, showing no fear of Ming Feng’s intimidating presence.

"Enough, both of you need to settle down."

The Old Cyan Dragon sighed and stepped between them to prevent the argument from escalating into a physical brawl.

"If Ah Qing returns and finds you two fighting, you'll only frighten him."

At the mention of Lu Qing, Ming Feng let out a cold snort. He suppressed his aura and turned his back, refusing to look at the bull again.

The Black Bull also looked away, ending the standoff.

The Old Cyan Dragon let out a weary breath.

Whenever this topic was raised, these two invariably ended up at each other's throats.

In truth, the dragon knew that Ming Feng likely agreed with the Black Bull’s assessment deep down.

Of the three of them, Ming Feng actually harbored the most ruthless killing intent. However, having been raised by the Master since he was young, he viewed him as a father figure and held him in the highest reverence.

Regardless of how logical the Black Bull’s point was, Ming Feng could not tolerate any perceived disrespect toward the Master.

The confrontation left the Immortal Palace in a heavy, awkward silence.

Fortunately, the tension was broken by the activity appearing on the light screen.

The three mutant beasts turned their focus back to the display.

On the screen, Lu Qing was seen walking toward the group gathered outside the trial entrances.

His sudden arrival immediately drew the eyes of the powerful cultivators stationed there.

The crowd began to buzz as they recognized him.

Lu Qing was a familiar face to many of them.

His previous audacity in mocking and insulting Mo Tushan in front of so many experts had left a lasting mark on their memories.

Several cultivators in the crowd widened their eyes in shock.

These were the ones who had personally witnessed Lu Qing conquering the formation channel and the Sword Dao channel.

In particular, those who had survived the Sword Dao trial remembered the slaughter Lu Qing had unleashed there—including the death of a Black and White Temple disciple.

They were stunned to see him here. Did he not realize the Black and White Temple had a large presence on the plaza?

Furthermore, they wondered why he was back. Had he been eliminated as well?

Given the prowess he had displayed in the trials, it seemed unlikely he would have failed so quickly.

Lu Qing remained completely composed despite the stares of shock, suspicion, and dread directed at him.

He took a quick survey of the area and noted that Yu Jian and the other Eight Tribulations Primordial Spirit experts were absent. They were evidently still contending with the trials.

That suited him fine; he hadn't come for them anyway.

Lu Qing’s eyes locked onto a group of about a dozen cultivators dressed in the distinctive black and white Daoist robes.

They were his primary targets.

"Brat, what are you looking at?"

Unsettled by Lu Qing’s cold, calculating gaze, the disciples of the Black and White Temple grew agitated.

As members of such a prestigious Sect, they were used to being the ones looking down on others and relishing their fear.

They found it intolerable that a mere youth at the Five Tribulations Primordial Spirit realm would look at them with such blatant disrespect.

One disciple, an expert at the Primordial Spirit Six Tribulations Perfection, suddenly manifested a dark, magical palm and lunged toward Lu Qing.

He roared, "You showed up at the perfect time! Since Senior Brother Tu Shan isn't here, I'll capture you myself and present you to him!"

The black palm surged with immense power, carrying a lethal aura as it struck.

Even with the natural restrictions of the Returning Ruins Secret Realm, the attack was terrifyingly potent, forcing the nearby cultivators from other Sects to scramble backward in alarm.

Yet, just as the dark palm was about to close around Lu Qing, a brilliant flash of sword light erupted.