I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1457 - 872: The Source of the Stirring

The immense expanse of the starry sky stretched endlessly.

Lu Qing’s Divine Thought Avatar remained adrift in the void, completely still. A slight furrow graced his brow as he contemplated.

Not long ago, back in his home world, an unsettling ripple had inexplicably stirred within his heart. The disturbance had been fleeting, vanishing as quickly as it appeared, leaving him to wonder if it had been mere illusion.

However, at his current level of cultivation, any intuition harbored a profound significance; it was never without reason.

That feeling of unease felt akin to a prophetic whisper from the Great Dao, or perhaps a premonition of a significant event inexplicably linked to him.

Lu Qing gently closed his eyes, attempting to meticulously scan his surroundings for the source of this feeling.

Yet, the ripple of unease had vanished as if it had never existed. His exhaustive search yielded nothing, the sensation completely eluding his grasp.

"Intriguing," Lu Qing mused, his eyes opening to reveal a flicker of curiosity.

Given his extraordinary standing, such intuitive flashes were never baseless. If he had sensed it, he was determined to uncover its origin.

Without a moment's delay, he extended his right hand, his fingers parting gently.

A soft, ethereal glow began to coalesce in his palm, swiftly materializing into an Illusion Realm Space, approximately a foot in width.

Within this nascent dimension, a celestial river spun, myriad points of light blinking in and out of existence. This was his chosen method for astral divination.

Lu Qing focused his intent, pacifying his mind, and commenced the intricate process of deducing the reason behind the disquieting ripple.

The Illusion Realm Space whirred into accelerated operation, the river of stars orbiting with quickening speed, and countless scenes flashed and shifted within its confines.

These fleeting visions encompassed towering mountains, flowing rivers, bustling cities, the imposing structures of various sects, and the fierce clashes of cultivators, interspersed with scenes of mortals diligently tending to their fields. The pace was dizzyingly rapid.

However, after a brief period of intense deduction, Lu Qing's frown deepened.

The root cause of the unsettling unease remained stubbornly inscrutable. The Illusion Realm Space became enshrouded in a dense, impenetrable fog.

Layer upon layer, the mist obscured all clarity, defying his every attempt to pierce its veil. It was as if an insurmountable barrier prevented any insight.

"Could it be that an Exotic Treasure was employed to conceal the Heavenly Mechanism?" Lu Qing pondered aloud, his voice a low murmur.

He held firm to the belief that mere Daoist skills could not possibly thwart his Inference Skill.

It was crucial to remember that his understanding of the Path of Deduction had reached an exceptionally advanced stage; his Calculation Skill was unparalleled.

Though he had yet to fully grasp the Way of Cause and Effect, within the vastness of the cosmos, few could rival his prowess in deduction.

Yet, here he was, utterly incapable of pinpointing the source of that unsettling ripple.

What did this signify?

It indicated that the entity obscuring the Heavenly Mechanism possessed a formidable cultivation base and, furthermore, wielded an Exotic Treasure capable of shrouding the very fabric of fate, rendering even his formidable abilities insufficient for clear calculation.

"This is becoming quite fascinating," Lu Qing remarked, his initial surprise giving way to amplified interest rather than frustration.

He drew a deep breath, exhaling a stream of powerful Primordial Qi into the Illusion Realm Space.

This infusion of Primordial Qi carried a fragment of his Origin Power. With the backing of this Origin Power, his deductive capabilities would be significantly amplified, though it would, in turn, consume a considerable amount of his Primordial Qi.

Naturally, for Lu Qing, whose cultivation was already at such a supreme level, this expenditure was negligible; he could replenish his reserves in mere moments.

The instant the Primordial Qi merged with the Illusion Realm Space, the dimension convulsed violently. Subsequently, its operational speed surged dramatically.

The celestial river's rotation intensified tenfold, its myriad points of light blurring into a near-continuous stream, causing the entire Illusion Realm Space to tremble perceptibly.

Time flowed swiftly. In what felt like an instant, more than ten breaths had elapsed.

Finally, the obscuring mist within the Illusion Realm Space began to gradually recede, revealing a hazy, indistinct image.

The image resolved into that of a Taoist temple.

A temple of black and white hues.

This temple appeared to be suspended in the void, one half a profound ink black, the other a pristine snow white. The stark contrast between black and white, yet their seamless intermingling, formed a colossal Taiji symbol.

Countless runes flickered in the vicinity of the temple, radiating an aura of profound mystery and strangeness.

Lu Qing's pupils constricted slightly as recognition dawned.

The Black and White Temple. It was indeed the Black and White Temple.

The source of his sudden unease was, unbelievably, connected to this formidable Demon Path entity.

He yearned to delve deeper, to pierce the veil and glimpse the interior of the temple. However, at that precise moment, an unseen force emanated from the temple, effectively severing his Power of Deduction.

This force was peculiar and immensely potent, akin to an unbreakable barrier that barred him from proceeding further.

Despite repeated attempts, Lu Qing found himself unable to breach this formidable defense.

He ceased his efforts, withdrawing the Illusion Realm Space. Although the full picture remained elusive, discerning the origin of the unease was sufficient for now.

"The Black and White Temple..." Lu Qing murmured, a trace of solemnity entering his eyes.

He had long harbored the suspicion that this particular force was far from ordinary.

Back when he resided in the Heavenly Origin Great World, the Black and White Temple dispatched three avatars, manifestations of Divine Thought from old demons in the Unity Realm Stage, intending to assassinate him.

Despite his successful elimination of all three, the Black and White Temple escalated their efforts, directly deploying six old demons in their true forms, all at the Unity Realm Stage, to ambush him.

They even brought forth a Harmonization Level Array Map, a clear demonstration of their unwavering resolve.

Although he ultimately weathered the tribulation, attained Unity, and managed to slay those formidable old demons, he never allowed himself to underestimate this enigmatic Demon Path faction.

Furthermore, that white-haired elder, Qiu Ruofeng, hailing from the Netherworld Palace, also appeared to harbor immense dread towards the Black and White Temple.

Whenever Qiu Ruofeng spoke of the Black and White Temple, his words were invariably tinged with a profound undercurrent of apprehension.

This observation led Lu Qing to believe that this Demon Path organization was far more intricate than it initially seemed.

Combined with the fleeting sense of unease he had just experienced, it suggested that the Black and White Temple was indeed involved in clandestine affairs.

"Perhaps not engaging them directly at that moment was the correct decision."

Lu Qing reflected inwardly.

Even when he had just ascended to the Unity Realm, having vanquished six old demons of the Unity Realm, he had consistently maintained a state of fervent vigilance against the Black and White Temple forces.