I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1452 - 870: The World Has Changed

Home world.

Lu Qing gazed upon the scene before him, a profound tremor stirring within his heart.

Ever since he witnessed the jade fragment's ability to extract energy, eventually evolving into a miniature world, he had harbored a vague suspicion.

Yet, upon seeing the fully evolved world, and realizing it was indeed his home world, his spirit and soul still quivered with a deep resonance.

After all, the notion that his homeland had sprung forth from a mere jade shard was beyond anything he had ever conceived.

This revelation was so staggering that Lu Qing found himself unable to achieve tranquility for a considerable duration.

It turned out that the entirety of this existence originated from a tiny fragment of jade.

That solitary piece of jade represented the world's true core, its ultimate genesis.

"Xuanhua... Mo Tian... Blood Demon..."

Murmurs escaped Lu Qing's lips as a whirlwind of questions stormed his consciousness.

What level of existence did those individuals inhabit, and where did that cataclysmic battle transpire?

Did the master of the Jade Ruyi, Xuanhua, ultimately elude the relentless pursuit?

An overwhelming torrent of inquiries flooded Lu Qing's mind, leaving him momentarily adrift, unsure of where to even begin.

At this precise juncture, the panorama before his eyes began to waver and distort.

The boundless expanse of the cosmos, the newly formed world, the aeons of time – all commenced a slow, gradual fade.

In the end, every visual stimulus vanished completely.

Lu Qing experienced a mere flash in his vision. Once his sight cleared, he discovered he had exited the World Origin, finding himself back within the Origin Space.

The immense World Origin remained suspended before him, its lustrous white surface emitting a subtle luminescence, as if utterly unaffected by the preceding events.

Yet, Lu Qing possessed the certainty that all that had transpired was unequivocally real.

Those visions, those sounds, that profound shock – they were etched indelibly into his memory, beyond the possibility of erasure.

Lu Qing's Divine Thought remained still and unmoving for an extended period.

Through the recent experience, he had come to grasp that the intrinsic nature of the jade fragment lay far beyond his current comprehension.

The mere act of extracting energy from it resulted in the evolution of an entire world, a fact that defied belief.

It was difficult to even speculate on the quality of the white-robed figure's Jade Ruyi Magical Treasure if it had been in its complete state.

One thing was certain, however: it would undoubtedly surpass the limitations of any ordinary Dao Artifact.

Such a treasure, he knew, was impossible to grasp with his solitary Divine Thought alone.

Furthermore, he was ignorant of any other secrets that might still lie hidden within the jade fragment.

Consequently, after a period of contemplation, Lu Qing resolved to withdraw for the time being.

Casting a final, lingering gaze upon the vast origin before him, Lu Qing's Divine Thought transformed into a streak of light, piercing swiftly through the earth and making its return to his physical form.

In the ensuing days, Lu Qing conducted himself as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

He divulged nothing of what he had witnessed within the World Origin to anyone, neither the genesis of the enigmatic jade piece nor the truth behind his home world's creation.

The fewer individuals aware of certain truths, the better.

Moreover, he himself had not yet fully processed the information; speaking of it rashly would only serve as an undue burden upon those close to him.

Therefore, Lu Qing opted for silence.

He continued his daily meditation practice in the courtyard, occasionally offering guidance to Little Yan and Little Li in their cultivation endeavors, and would sometimes visit his mentor at the Half Mountain Small Courtyard.

More frequently, he would simply sit in quiet contemplation beneath the ancient locust tree within the courtyard, observing the passage of dawns and dusks, the unfurling and receding of clouds.

He had not savored such tranquil days in a very long time.

On one particular day, Lu Qing took Little Yan along to pay their respects at the graves of his parents and Grandpa Zhang.

His parents' final resting place was situated on a sun-drenched slope of the back mountain, encircled by verdant pines and cypresses that offered a shield from the intense sunlight.

A stone monument stood proudly before the graves, bearing the names of his parents and an epitaph personally penned by Lu Qing.

Little Yan, with utmost reverence, performed three kowtows before the graves before quietly stepping aside.

Lu Qing remained standing in silent contemplation before the stone tablet for a prolonged interval.

Regarding the parents of this current life, he retained only fragmented recollections inherited from the original occupant of the body, devoid of any genuine emotional connection.

It was a matter of regret that the original owner had passed away prematurely, unable to fully repay the nurturing care bestowed by his parents.

Now that he had inherited this physical form, it was his natural obligation to also assume this karmic debt.

Following the solemn rites for his parents, the pair paid their respects at the tombs of Grandpa Zhang and other esteemed elders of the village before making their return journey.

In the days that followed, Lu Qing encountered several familiar faces.

Wei Zian had ascended to the Golden Core stage, earning him recognition as a formidable presence throughout their home world.

Yet, he had not departed from Jiuli Village, remaining steadfastly in place, a guardian of this ancestral land.

Both Wei Xinghe and Wei Shanhai found themselves at a standstill in the Perfect Foundation Establishment realm, unable to achieve the breakthrough to Golden Core.

A palpable sense of anxiety prevailed amongst them, coupled with a feeling of helplessness. After all, within the path of cultivation, innate talent played a crucial role, and such advancements could not be forcefully achieved.

Hu Zezhi exhibited the most striking advancement; he had now reached the Fifth Turn of the Golden Core stage, merely a single step away from achieving the Sixth Turn.

Still, the subtle sadness in her occasional gazes towards Lu Qing prompted a sense of helplessness within him.

Lady Hu had not changed, her cultivation remaining stagnant, showing no signs of progress. Yet, her spirit was resilient; she busied herself with daily household duties, tending to her husband and children, finding contentment in her simple life. In contrast, Ma Gu, who had been away traveling, rushed back immediately upon hearing of Lu Qing's return. It was then that Lu Qing realized Mr. Ma had somehow reached the Golden Core stage. His cultivation advancement had astonishingly outpaced both Wei Shanhai and Wei Xinghe. Lu Qing dedicated a portion of his time to venture out, inspecting both the Holy Mountain and the Cold Water Palace. He remained unseen, however, merely observing from the shadows. Within the Holy Mountain, all three Saint Masters were thriving, their respective realms and cultivations showing improvement. At the Cold Water Palace, Ling Shuang was in seclusion; Lu Qing detected that her aura had reached the Sixth Turn of Golden Core, a level slightly more potent than Hu Zezhi's.