I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1469 - 876: Monsters Like a Tide, Throne Corpse_3

Lu Qing was met with anticipation in his gaze as he merely observed him.

His expression remained unyielding as Lu Qing once more unfurled his sleeve.

The very fabric of space warped and then collapsed, reforming into a solitary, obsidian point. This singularity relentlessly pulled the an endless horde of monsters into its depths, pulverizing them into oblivion.

After what felt like an eternity, but was more accurately over ten breaths, tranquility finally returned to their surroundings.

The group pressed onward.

However, their respite was short-lived. Merely a few dozen li into their journey, the monstrous tide surged forth once more.

Lu Qing responded instantly, his action swift and decisive.

Thus, they continued their relentless advance, carving a path through the unending onslaught.

The monsters seemed truly inexhaustible; no matter the ferocity of their slaughter, they could never truly be finished off.

Each time they believed the last beast had fallen, more would inexorably emerge from the darkness ahead.

Furthermore, as their proximity to the great tomb increased, so too did the formidable strength of the monsters.

What began as an overwhelming presence of Perfect Primordial Spirit level beasts gradually shifted, with Unity Realm Stage monsters appearing with increasing frequency.

Some even possessed combat prowess that dwartled that of Qiu Ruofeng and the others.

Yet, even these formidable beings proved utterly defenseless against Lu Qing's mastery of the Space Law.

That abyssal, singular point appeared to be the ultimate bane of all monsters.

Regardless of their numbers or their might, once drawn into its vortex, only one fate awaited them—complete annihilation of body and soul.

Qiu Ruofeng and the rest of the group had grown desensitized from the sheer spectacle.

Their emotional journey, from initial astonishment to profound reverence, and now to a state of calm detachment, marked a seismic shift in their inner world.

An overwhelming sense of gratitude washed over them for having accompanied Lu Qing on this perilous expedition.

Without his intervention, the monstrous legions of this outer region alone would have been sufficient to obliterate them entirely, leaving no trace behind.

It was no wonder that in the annals of ancient times, even Transformation Immortals regarded the Dark Abyss with unending caution.

Even now, with the Power of Darkness significantly weakened, its terrifying nature remained undeniable.

In those distant ages, when the Power of Darkness pulsed at its zenith, it was highly probable that even a Transformation Immortal venturing deep within would have met their doom.

They fought, they slew, and they advanced, inching closer with each brutal encounter.

Time flowed like an unheeded river, and after Lu Qing once more dispatched a formidable wave of monsters, a profound transformation finally manifested in the path ahead.

They had, at long last, reached the formidable base of the black great tomb.

The colossal outer wall loomed before them, piercing the heavens and casting a shadow that obscured both sky and sun.

Ancient runes, now remarkably distinct, adorned the wall, pulsing with a faint, ethereal luminescence that suggested a semblance of life.

The grand entrance to the tomb was a monumental Stone Gate.

This immense gate, approximately a hundred zhang in height, was rendered entirely in obsidian black and intricately carved with countless runes.

Dominating the center of the Stone Gate was an enigmatic, imposing emblem, resembling an eye yet also a sun, instilling a primal fear with a single glance.

The Stone Gate remained sealed shut, presenting an unbroken, impenetrable facade.

Lu Qing contemplated the imposing Stone Gate with a quiet intensity before extending his hand and making a subtle gesture.

A powerful surge of Spatial Power erupted, manifesting as an invisible force that bore down upon the Stone Gate.

A deep, resonant rumble echoed as the colossal structure slowly yielded, groaning its reluctant opening.

Beyond the gate lay a shadowy, cavernous passage, extending directly into the heart of the tomb.

Lu Qing conducted a brief preliminary scan, detecting no immediate, overwhelming threats. Without hesitation, he was the first to breach the threshold of the passage.

Qiu Ruofeng and the others scrambled to follow in his wake.

The passage stretched onward, its black stone walls intricately etched with innumerable runes.

These runes emanated a soft, ambient glow within the pervasive darkness, rendering the passage dimly discernible.

Their progress was steady, and after an extended period of traversal, they finally emerged into a new space.

The view that greeted them was a breathtaking expanse, stretching for several hundred li.

The vaulted ceiling of this immense chamber soared to unfathomable heights, its apex lost to sight.

The surrounding walls were similarly blanketed in densely inscribed runes, casting forth an otherworldly radiance.

And there, at the very center of this grand arena, stood an immense jade throne.

Crafted from pure, lustrous white jade, the throne emanated a gentle, soothing light, creating a striking contrast with the oppressive darkness.

It rested in an eternal state of stillness, as though it had occupied this place since the dawn of time.

Upon this majestic throne sat a solitary figure.

The figure was of immense stature; even in a seated position, he towered several dozen zhang tall.

Clad in a flowing white robe, his long hair cascaded freely. His features were striking, yet his eyes remained firmly closed, as if lost in an unending slumber.

However, what truly seized Lu Qing's Heart and Spirit was the extraordinary condition of this seated individual.

The left half of his form emanated a vast, luminous aura, precisely mirroring the vision Lu Qing had experienced previously within the Broken Jade Illusion.

It exuded an ineffable sanctity, evoking an instinctive reverence with a mere glance.

However, the right half of his physique had been entirely consumed by an abyssal darkness.

This darkness possessed an inky thickness, behaving as if alive, perpetually writhing and insidiously spreading.

An uncountable number of dark tendrils snaked out from the encroaching shadows, coiling around the figure's form, seemingly determined to engulf him completely.

What caused Lu Qing even greater astonishment was the origin of these Demon Fire Monsters.

He observed that from the darkened portion of the figure's body, streams of Demonic Qi were incessantly exuding.

Each wisp of Demonic Qi that ascended into the air would materialize, taking the form of a Demon Fire Monster.

Some of these monstrous beings exhibited formidable strength, while others were comparatively weak; some had only just begun to coalesce, whereas others were already fully developed.

Originating from the very body of the figure, they launched themselves outward like an overwhelming wave, blending into the vast, unending horde of monsters.

Every single strand of Demonic Qi possessed the capability to transform into a Demon Fire Monster.

Furthermore, those whose auras reached the Unity Realm Stage were beyond counting.

Lu Qing observed the figure in silent contemplation, his Heart and Spirit profoundly agitated.

He recognized the individual.

This was none other than the Mysterious Transformation Great Power he had encountered within the Broken Jade Illusion.

That supreme powerhouse who commanded the stars, shattering innumerable celestial bodies with mere gestures.

The White-clothed Immortal, who, despite facing four formidable opponents, maintained his ground without yielding.

The very figure who, cornered by Mo Tian and the Blood Demon, eventually retreated, gravely wounded.

So, he had never managed to escape; ultimately, he had succumbed.

He had fallen in the deepest reaches of this very Dark Abyss, his remains now a corpse decaying under the encroaching darkness.

And this corpse was ceaselessly birthing those terrifying monsters, thereby becoming the paramount source of peril within this Demon Abyss.

Lu Qing continued to gaze at the figure wordlessly for an extended period.

Qiu Ruofeng and the others also laid eyes upon the figure and the unceasing stream of monsters emerging from him; each of their countenances turned ashen, their entire bodies quivering.

They finally grasped the reason why the monsters within this Demon Abyss could never be eradicated.

Because what they were valiantly slaying were, in essence, the perpetual offspring born from the corpse of this Mysterious Transformation Great Power.

As long as this corpse endured, the proliferation of monsters would never cease.

Qiu Ruofeng and the rest turned their gazes towards Lu Qing, questions evident in their eyes.

Lu Qing remained motionless.

He simply continued to fix his gaze upon that figure, his eyes deep, his thoughts shrouded in mystery.

After a considerable pause, he finally spoke, his voice carrying a low, somber weight.

"Senior Xuanhua, this humble junior, Lu Qing, has arrived without prior invitation. I humbly beg Senior’s forgiveness."

His words reverberated through the expansive hall, echoing for a significant duration.

Yet, the figure seated upon the throne remained utterly still, offering not the slightest hint of a response.

Only the relentless Demonic Qi continued to surge forth from its lifeless body, transforming into one monster after another and hurtling outward.