I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1261 - 771:

The white-robed beauty let out a cold sneer, obviously refusing to offer any respect to the black-garbed old man.

"Sect Master Lin, do you truly intend to shatter the alliance? Consider this carefully—if conflict erupts, multiple Immortal Domains and countless surrounding worlds will get pulled in. Billions of beings could face destruction because of it. Are you prepared to shoulder such outcomes?"

The black-robed elder declared with grave seriousness.

The white-robed beauty hesitated for a moment.

The black-robed elder then turned to Mo Cangtian: "Fellow Daoist Mo, this warning holds for you as well. While the loss of your sect’s disciples brings deep sorrow, shouldn’t you seek to understand the full picture before acting rashly?"

"Hmph! I’ve wanted to uncover the truth, yet you’ve blocked me every step of the way!" Mo Tushan snapped in fury.

"Fellow Daoist Mo simply seeks the facts about how your sect’s disciples met their end. Conveniently, one of my own disciples holds that knowledge, and he’ll step up to explain the events in the secret realm."

With a casual flick of his hand, the black-robed elder rippled the void, summoning a figure into view before the assembly. It was Hei Ming.

"Greetings to the honored elders."

Hei Ming stepped forth, offering proper reverence to the mighty figures at the Unity Realm Stage.

"Young one, do you know the fate that befell my Black and White Temple’s disciples?" Mo Cangtian fixed his gaze on Hei Ming.

Under the intense scrutiny of a Unity Realm Stage powerhouse, Hei Ming couldn’t help feeling tense.

Yet, with his master nearby, a sense of calm gradually eased his nerves.

He bowed once more and replied, "Elder Mo, this junior does know the details. In fact, it’s not just me—nearly all the fellow Daoists who escaped the secret realm are aware of it.

The events unfolded this way: On the day the Returning Ruins Secret Realm unlocked, a silver flying boat burst onto the scene out of nowhere, surging past everyone to plunge inside first..."

Right away, Hei Ming started recounting the tale from the moment the Returning Ruins Secret Realm opened, when Lu Qing abruptly showed up, piloting that silver flying boat.

He described the deeds inside the secret realm, from forging a grudge with Mo Tushan to overpowering and slaying him at the seventh level of the Physical Body Tunnel.

In the end, he explained how the figure had taken position at the test tunnel’s outlet, lying in wait and picking off the Black and White Temple disciples one after another.

Naturally, he hadn’t seen the final moments himself, but his allies who remained beyond had filled him in completely.

Thus, his narration came across as vivid and precise, just as if he’d observed everything firsthand.

His recounting made the expressions of the five Harmony Realm Great Powers shift repeatedly.

The Sword Master from the Sky-breaking Sword Sect, along with the white-robed beauty of the Kongming Sect, showed clear astonishment too.

They had gotten reports from their disciples about Mo Tushan’s death and the others, but nothing as thorough as Hei Ming’s version.

So, they remained oblivious to the enigmatic intruder in the secret realm, a being capable of crushing Mo Tushan at Eight Tribulations Perfection and beheading the Immortal Clan’s leader fresh into the Nine Tribulations with a single sword strike.

As for the other influential experts from diverse factions watching from afar, they heard it all in stunned silence.

They had never dreamed of the intricate drama that had played out within the secret realm.

That sudden silver flying boat from before had borne such a formidable and merciless powerhouse.

"... When the test tunnel cast us out, the secret realm abruptly started sealing shut. With no choice, we boarded a treasure ship to flee, but the enigmatic cultivator stayed behind. His whereabouts remain a mystery to us."

Hei Ming wrapped up his tale.

The moment he stopped, the white-robed beauty from the Kongming Sect spoke icily: "Have you grasped it now, Mo Cangtian? The fall of your Black and White Temple disciples bears no link to our people. It stems from your own disciples’ weakness—they got wiped out entirely by a lone assailant!"

"You claim my grandson Mo Tushan and so many True Disciples from the Black and White Temple all fell to some unknown cultivator?"

Mo Cangtian glared fiercely at Hei Ming, as though peering straight into his essence.

Hei Ming felt an overwhelming force press down instantly, though a shielding energy soon wrapped around him, lightening the load.

Composing his mind and spirit, Hei Ming gave a firm nod and affirmed: "Yes, that’s exactly what happened."

"Absurd!"

To everyone’s shock, Mo Cangtian bellowed suddenly.

"My grandson Mo Tushan reached Eight Tribulations Perfection and commanded the High Grade Spirit Artifact Nine Abyss Demon Tower, plus a host of other treasures. Even a Nine Tribulations Primordial Spirit couldn’t touch him.

But you insist he got subdued and struck down with a single palm, and that every one of my Black and White Temple disciples perished at that individual’s hands.

Do you expect me to swallow such nonsense? Do you take me for an idiot!"

A savage murderous aura poured from Mo Cangtian, warping the nearby space as dark cracks in the void flickered in and out.

One could easily picture the blazing fury churning within him.

"Elder, everything this junior has shared is the unvarnished truth. Plenty of other secret realm survivors saw it too. If you doubt me, feel free to question them yourself."

Beneath the crushing weight, Hei Ming forced out his words.

"No need for your input—I’ll handle the questioning!"

Mo Cangtian’s voice turned frigid as he thrust out his hand, yanking a Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator from a nearby treasure ship right into his grasp.

"Please, elder, have mercy..."

The Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator paled in terror and pleaded desperately.

As the plea escaped his lips, Mo Cangtian clamped onto his skull and launched a Soul Search.

Agony twisted the man’s features at once.

Despite his Six Tribulations Primordial Spirit cultivation, he proved far too frail against a Harmony Realm Great Power.

The Primordial Spirit, forged over endless toil, crumbled under Mo Cangtian’s invasive probe.

Before long, floods of memories poured forth, drawn out by Mo Cangtian.