I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1252 - 767: Greed Arises, Battle of Nine Tribulations!

Previously on I Can See Through All Things' Information...

Lu Qing unleashed a devastating display of sword Qi, effortlessly slaughtering over ten elite disciples of the Black and White Temple. Despite their high cultivation levels and specialized armor, none could withstand his strikes, leaving the onlookers from various sects in a state of absolute dread. After systematically destroying the remains to prevent any possibility of resurrection, Lu Qing questioned a disciple from the Sky-breaking Sword Sect to confirm the location of the remaining temple members. Determined to eliminate the threat entirely, Lu Qing took up a silent vigil at the exit of the trial passages, intending to intercept anyone else wearing the black and white robes. While the surrounding experts waited in anticipation of a clash between Lu Qing and the formidable Mo Tushan, they remained unaware that Mo Tushan had already been defeated within the passage. The slaughter continued days later when the next temple disciple emerged from the vortex, only to be instantly decapitated by a waiting blade.

Swoosh!

A fresh beam of Sword Light flashed through the air, impaling the skull of a Black and White Temple disciple who had just materialized.

The Sword Light tore through his physical form, instantly shattering the disciple's Primordial Spirit and extinguishing every spark of his Vitality.

Bang!

The lifeless body hit the ground as his aura of life slowly drifted away into nothingness.

Nearby, seven or eight other corpses were already piled up, all clad in the identical Black and White Taoist Robes of the same Sect.

The square fell into a heavy silence.

The gathered experts observed as yet another disciple from the Black and White Temple was cut down by Lu Qing. Their expressions were no longer filled with shock; they had become completely numb.

It didn't matter how powerful a disciple of the Black and White Temple was; since they were all slain in a single strike the moment they appeared, any observer would lose the ability to be surprised after the seventh or eighth time.

Witnessing this, it became clear to everyone that Lu Qing’s combat prowess had ascended to an incomprehensible level.

On the surface, the fluctuations from his head still suggested he was merely at the Primordial Spirit Five Tribulations stage.

However, it was now common knowledge that beneath the Eight Tribulations, no Cultivator could hope to survive a single swing of Lu Qing’s sword.

Death was the only certain outcome for any Black and White Temple disciple who dared to show their face.

Perhaps the result would only differ if Mo Tushan himself decided to emerge.

Yet, at this point, the convictions of the crowd had begun to waver.

Many were starting to question if even Mo Tushan would truly be a match for Lu Qing once they finally clashed.

There was no avoiding the truth; the terrifying power Lu Qing had exhibited during this interval was simply too overwhelming.

Whether his victims were at the Six Tribulations or the Seven Tribulations of the Primordial Spirit, they were all finished with one sword strike, never requiring a second.

Sword Qi of such a frightening caliber was something even an Eight Tribulations Sword Cultivator would struggle to produce.

Mo Tushan might be a peak existence at Eight Tribulations Perfection with many hidden trump cards.

Nevertheless, many experts in the Primordial Spirit Realm were now doubtful as to whether he could actually defeat this mysterious Five Tribulations Cultivator.

The following period remained a one-sided massacre led by Lu Qing.

Disciples of the Black and White Temple were continuously ejected from various trials.

Without fail, they were executed by Lu Qing’s sword the very instant they arrived.

This cold, decisive ruthlessness caused the surrounding experts to view Lu Qing with even greater trepidation.

This man clearly possessed a profound and limitless Cultivation, yet he lacked any sense of "expert" arrogance.

Even when facing Cultivators significantly weaker than himself, he still utilized methods bordering on sneak attacks to eliminate his foes.

He was powerful, mysterious, and shamelessly efficient.

A person with such a temperament was exactly the kind of figure one must never offend!

A day later, another Black and White Temple disciple appeared from a trial and was cut down in the blink of an eye by Lu Qing.

However, after that specific disciple, ten full days passed without another soul from the Black and White Temple appearing.

This prompted some of the stronger observers to whisper amongst themselves, wondering if every disciple aside from Mo Tushan had already been wiped out by Lu Qing.

Lu Qing was also lost in silent contemplation.

Initially, his focus had been primarily on Mo Tushan, so he hadn't noted the exact count of Black and White Temple disciples who had entered this secret realm.

Reflecting on it now, however, the number he had slain seemed roughly sufficient.

"If no more of them appear in a few days, I'll head back to the Immortal Palace. I can ask Elder Azure Dragon for guidance to see if any stragglers remain."

Elder Azure Dragon, who was a master of the Space Dao, likely knew every corner of the Returning Ruins Secret Realm perfectly.

If he wanted to confirm the presence of any remaining enemies, seeking the Elder's help was the most logical path.

Just as Lu Qing stood up, intending to return to the Immortal Palace.

A sudden ripple disturbed the space ahead, and a new figure materialized.

At the same time, an overbearing aura erupted, washing over the entire square.

Sensing this pressure, every expert on the square immediately went on high alert.

They prepared themselves, watching the middle-aged man in the Purple Dragon Robe with extreme caution.

Conversely, a group of people at the edge of the square cried out with joy: "Clan Leader!"

The man in the Purple Dragon Robe currently looked quite displeased.

He had entered the Mana passage believing that his Primordial Spirit Nine Tribulations Cultivation would allow him to breeze through the trials and claim the treasures of the Immortal Palace.

The reality, however, was that while the first few stages were easy, the difficulty spiked drastically afterward, making progress agonizingly slow.

Ultimately, he was halted at the seventh stage. Unable to even set foot in the eighth, he was forcibly teleported out.

When he thought about the effort he spent—first securing the Treasure Pill and then choosing the Mana path after his breakthrough—only to be stopped at the seventh stage, he couldn't help but feel incredibly frustrated.

The trials of this Immortal Palace were simply illogical!

If a Nine Tribulations Primordial Spirit expert couldn't pass to claim the fortune, why even set the entry limit to the Primordial Spirit Realm for the Returning Ruins Secret Realm?

It felt entirely pointless!

Was it possible that only those at the absolute peak of Nine Tribulations Perfection were meant to enter?

Agitated and considering a different passage, the man in the Purple Dragon Robe scanned his surroundings, only for his eyes to lock onto the corpses lying nearby.

Specifically, the Black and White Robes worn by the dead caused his pupils to contract.

Weren't those members of the Black and White Temple? Why were so many of them dead?

Someone had actually dared to slaughter the people of the Black and White Temple. What on earth had transpired while he was busy with the trials?