I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1451 - 869: Earth-Shattering Memories, the Origin of the Mysterious Jade Fragment

Drenched in a bloody aura, three figures exuded an overwhelming Evil Qi. They materialized without warning, as if they had been lying in wait, anticipating the perfect moment to strike. The instant the Demon Wheel and the Ruyi clashed once more, these three figures made their move. Each unleashed their Magical Treasures, transforming into three streaks of crimson light that hurtled towards the solitary white figure with murderous intent! Their own Magical Treasures, similarly blood-red, emanated a sickeningly sweet scent. As the beams of light carved through the void, they left behind three blackened scars that refused to heal, a testament to their destructive power. This ambush struck with extreme suddenness. The white figure, deeply engrossed in his duel with the Demon Wheel, had not foreseen such a tripartite intervention. Nevertheless, he was an unparalleled powerhouse, possessing lightning-fast reflexes. Just as the three crimson beams were about to find their mark, protective treasure armor materialized around him. This armor, entirely silver-white, radiated a soft luminescence that blanketed him completely. Boom! Boom! Boom! The impact of the three blood-red beams against the armor resulted in three violent explosions. The armor vibrated intensely, its light flickering erratically, yet it ultimately repelled the fatal assault. A low grunt escaped the white figure, his body swaying slightly from the sheer force of the impact. He turned his gaze towards the three blood-red figures, a mixture of shock and fury flashing in his eyes. "Blood Demon!" His attention then shifted to the black figure, his voice laced with incredulous rage, "Mo Tian, you have actually colluded with the Blood Demon Sect?" The black figure responded with a sneer, "That's right, Xuanhua. I told you, today is the day you die!" Even before he finished speaking, the three blood-red figures launched another assault. United with Mo Tian, the four converged, forming a deadly encirclement to kill the white figure. At this juncture, the dynamics of the battle shifted entirely. What had been a balanced confrontation devolved into a four-on-one onslaught. Despite his immense power, the white figure gradually found himself at a disadvantage under the combined siege of four formidable opponents. Yet, he continued to resist tenaciously, wielding the Ruyi in his hand, his treasure armor flaring as he parried the enemy's strikes repeatedly. The conflict escalated, becoming increasingly brutal. This battle ravaged the Xinghe, eclipsing the sun and moon. Innumerable stars were annihilated, countless planes were obliterated, and the entire celestial expanse trembled, threatening to collapse at any moment. Even with the knowledge that it was but an illusion, Lu Qing's heart and spirit were profoundly shaken. The sheer intensity of this combat surpassed his wildest imaginings. Every collision, every flash of light, harbored a destructive potential sufficient to obliterate him. After an immeasurable span of time, a critical shift occurred in the ongoing struggle. Xuanhua’s Jade Ruyi, subjected to the relentless onslaught of the Demon Wheel and the blood-red light, finally succumbed. Crack. A sharp, clear sound echoed as a fissure appeared on the Jade Ruyi. The crack propagated with alarming speed, engulfing the entire Ruyi in the blink of an eye. Boom! The Jade Ruyi detonated suddenly, fragmenting into countless pieces that shot out in all directions. Each fragment possessed unfathomable power, distorting space wherever it passed. Some fragments pierced through innumerable planes, others vanished into the abyssal void, while some simply dissolved into nothingness. Xuanhua let out a pained grunt, expelling a mouthful of blood. He had no time to mourn the destruction of his Jade Ruyi, as the assault from Mo Tian and the three blood-red figures rained down upon him once more. Gritting his teeth, Xuanhua mustered every ounce of his strength to block the incoming strike. He then transformed into a streak of white light, fleeing swiftly into the distance. "Pursue them!" Mo Tian commanded, and together with the three blood-red figures, they became four streams of light, relentlessly giving chase. Before long, the five figures vanished into the vast expanse of the starry sky. What remained were the ravaged celestial panorama and the scattered remnants of stars, suspended silently in the void. Lu Qing remained stationary, immersed in profound silence for an extended period. He had no way of knowing Xuanhua's ultimate fate – whether he had successfully escaped or had been captured and slain. However, at that precise moment, the scene before his eyes underwent another transformation. The devastated starry sky dissolved, replaced by an unfamiliar stretch of void. Within this void, a single fragment drifted serenely. The fragment, pristine white and palm-sized with jagged edges, was a shard of the shattered Jade Ruyi. Its origins were unknown; it had traversed unfathomable layers of planar space before finding its way to this unknown celestial expanse. The broken jade floated, motionless. The surrounding space was utterly silent, devoid of stars and light, filled only with boundless darkness and biting cold. Here, the very concept of time seemed to lose all meaning. After an unknown number of years, faint characters began to flicker into existence upon the broken jade.The script was ancient and enigmatic, each glimmer appearing to breathe, drawing in and expelling the ambient energy. Gradually, the fragmented jade started to actively draw in the energy from the void. This energy, though formless and intangible, was undeniably present—it constituted the most fundamental, elemental power within this void. Endless streams of this energy flowed into the shattered jade, absorbed and converted into sustenance for its self-repair. It was an exceedingly slow undertaking. An immeasurable span of time, perhaps tens of thousands of years, elapsed. The fissures marring the broken jade mended incrementally. The flickering script on its surface grew sharper and more luminous. Its sole objective was self-restoration. Yet again, with an unknown number of years slipping by, as the fractured jade continued to absorb energy, a peculiar metamorphosis commenced. Miniscule particles began to coalesce around the broken jade, and slowly, a nascent Small World started to materialize, with the jade at its core. After countless millennia had passed and this Small World had fully formed, Lu Qing, who had harbored a growing suspicion, felt his Heart and Spirit violently shudder. Indeed, this incipient Small World was none other than his own homeworld!