I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1436 - 863: Master and Disciple Reunited, Netherworld Palace Secret Realm (2)

His cultivation in the Path of Calculation has now ascended to a remarkably profound realm.

He had previously deduced the capture of Qin Zheng and Ye Qingzhu into the Holy Alliance Heavenly Prison.

During that deduction, he lacked any personal items from Qin Zheng, depending solely on the threads of destiny and causality.

Even without reaching Harmonization at that time, he succeeded in such feats; now that Harmonization is achieved, these tasks have become far simpler.

Locating a cultivator at the mere Primordial Spirit Realm poses no difficulty for him, even absent the Token's guidance.

"What is your master’s name?" Lu Qing inquired.

Ye Qingzhu nodded eagerly, reining in her thrill, and replied, "My master’s title is Mo Xuan, commonly known as Mo Xuan Taoist."

Lu Qing gave a slight nod and fell silent.

He lifted his right hand, fingers splaying gently, as a misty radiance slowly converged in his palm.

To everyone's eyes, a hazy blur appeared, and swiftly, an illusory space roughly a foot wide emerged from Lu Qing’s palm.

Within that space, a stellar river whirled, myriad light specks twinkling erratically, resembling an entire vast universe squeezed into a minuscule space.

"What is this..."

Qin Zheng and the rest held their breaths in awe.

Though the palm-held star river was but an illusion, it conveyed an overwhelmingly infinite sensation.

It seemed less like a compact illusory domain and more like a genuine cosmos shrunk into Lu Qing’s hand through his supreme Divine Power.

Lu Qing maintained a serene expression, his eyes fixed on the swirling star river.

The light points in the star river accelerated their motion, as though an unseen force pulled at fate's threads.

Various visions raced through the star river: majestic mountains and flowing rivers, imposing fortresses and grand sects, fierce cultivator clashes, ordinary folk tilling fields...

These images spun past like a whirlwind lantern, flashing so rapidly they induced vertigo.

Qin Zheng and the others glanced briefly before dizziness struck, forcing them to look away.

They realized this stemmed from the Heavenly Dao's oppressive might during the Heavenly Mechanism's divination, beyond what their cultivation could endure.

Ye Qingzhu, enduring the unease, kept her gaze locked on the star river.

She was certain her master’s location hid within those myriad fleeting scenes.

Time dragged on gradually.

After roughly a dozen breaths, the star river's rotation began to decelerate.

Finally, the vision stabilized on a tranquil valley.

Deep inside the valley lay a modest cave mansion.

Within the cave mansion, a somewhat stooped Daoist sat cross-legged, his breathing uneven, clearly focused on mending his wounds.

The Daoist appeared elderly, with exhaustion etched between his brows, yet his gaze stayed sharp and vibrant, brimming with unyielding resolve.

"Master!"

Ye Qingzhu spotted the Daoist and cried out in astonishment, her eyes welling up instantly.

That was indeed her master, Mo Xuan Taoist.

Though years had separated their last encounter, and despite his more bent posture and roughened features, she identified him immediately.

"Master is still alive... Master is still alive..." Ye Qingzhu whispered, tears flowing freely.

Over the years, amid constant longing for her master, she had braced herself for the grim possibility.

Her master had suffered grave wounds, escaped in flight from the sect leader's pursuit, and vanished for so long...

Witnessing her master alive at last lifted the crushing burden from her heart.

"Master’s injuries remain unhealed..." Ye Qingzhu observed the irregular breathing in the vision, her heart swelling with worry and tenderness.

Lu Qing nodded: "His wounds from back then were dire, making his survival a stroke of fortune. He’s probably secluded himself for healing all these years, but progress crawls due to their severity."

At these words, Ye Qingzhu whirled to bow deeply toward Lu Qing: "Mr. Lu, could you please..."

She hadn’t finished speaking when Lu Qing’s form abruptly vanished.

Ye Qingzhu paused momentarily, then comprehended that Lu Qing had departed to retrieve her master!

Anticipation gripped her heart, her eyes glued to the spot of his disappearance, fingers clenched in fervent prayer.

Qin Zheng and the others clustered closer, their faces alight with eager curiosity.

After several breaths, Spatial Power rippled once more in the cave mansion.

A sudden gleam flashed before their eyes, and Lu Qing’s figure materialized again.

At his side stood the very stooped Daoist from the prior vision.

"Master!"

Ye Qingzhu’s emotions overflowed; she dashed forward, dropping to her knees before the Daoist as tears poured down.

Mo Xuan Taoist remained dazed and confused.

Moments ago, deep in healing within his cave mansion, the world had lurched wildly, as if thrown into turmoil.

He first suspected a flare-up of his injuries or a deviation in cultivation, hastily halting to stabilize himself.

But before response was possible, his vision blurred, and upon reopening his eyes, he discovered himself in a strange cave mansion.

Caution surged instinctively; he channeled spiritual power internally, ready to fend off any danger.

Yet the instant after, he beheld an unbelievable sight.

"Qing... Qing Zhu?"

Mo Xuan Taoist gaped wide-eyed at the kneeling disciple, refusing to accept the reality.

Suspecting an illusion, he blinked repeatedly, but she stayed vividly real.

Not just Ye Qingzhu—Qin Zheng, Chu Xiaoqing... every disciple seized by the sect leader and handed to the Holy Alliance Envoy was there!

"What... How is this possible?" Mo Xuan Taoist muttered, words failing him.