I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1470 - 877: Returning Empty-Handed, Ancient Secrets

No response came from the figure seated upon the White Jade Throne, despite Lu Qing's desperate shout.

The half-body, radiating a palpable Demonic Qi, continued its relentless creation of countless monsters.

These monstrosities, seemingly born from Xuanhua's very corpse, were an unending stream, pouring forth without pause.

As soon as they manifested, they charged forward like an unstoppable tide, swelling the already immense ranks of the demonic horde.

Lu Qing observed this scene with a quiet intensity, his heart settling on a grim certainty.

Xuanhua, it seemed, was truly, irrevocably lost.

If he were anything less than completely fallen, how could the insidious Power of Darkness have been allowed to corrupt his body so thoroughly?

While the Power of Darkness was undoubtedly formidable and peculiar, the true strength Xuanhua possessed in life dwarfed even the Transformation Realm. Were he still sentient, even a mere fragment of his will would have repelled such unimpeded demonic erosion.

What's more, Lu Qing recognized the very essence of the force that had consumed Xuanhua.

The tell-tale aura fluctuations and the distinctive black hue perfectly matched the power wielded by the shadowy figure encountered within the Broken Jade Illusion.

It was Mo Tian.

This very Mo Tian, a figure shrouded in mystery, had once allied with the Blood Demon to lay siege to Xuanhua, a being of unparalleled might.

It now appeared that Xuanhua, despite his legendary status, had ultimately succumbed to this relentless pursuit in a battle lost to the mists of time.

Precisely how his remains had come to rest in this location remained an enigma.

Had he, after suffering a mortal wound, desperately fled to this place only to perish, or was his corpse deliberately positioned here by some other entity?

These were questions Lu Qing could not answer.

His gaze remained fixed on Xuanhua's corpse, his expression growing increasingly grave.

Though he existed only as a Divine Thought Avatar, his senses were exceptionally acute.

He could discern, even across the gulf of countless years since Xuanhua's demise, a latent peril emanating from the corpse that sent a tremor of unease through him.

It was an instinctual alarm, a primal warning.

His intuition screamed that any rash attempt to disturb Xuanhua's remains would invite a catastrophe of unimaginable proportions.

Even he, in his current incorporeal form, would struggle to weather such a devastating fallout.

Qiu Ruofeng and the others who stood behind him also felt the oppressive, terrifying aura.

Their senses, though not as refined as Lu Qing's, still registered the horrifying nature of the entity enthroned before them.

Its mere presence felt like the focal point of existence itself, an overwhelming force that crushed their spirits and made drawing breath a struggle.

"Mr. Lu..." Qiu Ruofeng managed, his voice strained and trembling, "What are we to do now?"

The assembled Black Robed Men cast their gazes towards Lu Qing as well, their eyes a mixture of desperate hope and palpable fear.

In their minds, Lu Qing represented their solitary beacon of hope.

If he possessed a means to navigate this crisis, perhaps some benefit could still be salvaged from this perilous venture.

But if even Lu Qing found himself at a loss, then their entire expedition would undoubtedly be for naught.

Lu Qing remained silent for a beat, then stated with grave sincerity, "Our wisest course of action is to depart from this place."

He turned his solemn gaze towards Qiu Ruofeng and the rest of his companions.

"This corpse harbors an unfathomable danger; it must not be approached under any circumstances. Should you disregard this warning, even I cannot guarantee your safety.

As a mere Divine Thought Avatar, my potential demise here carries little consequence.

However, your situations are vastly different; should your main bodies perish in this realm, the loss would be catastrophic."

Upon hearing Lu Qing's pronouncement, the expressions of Qiu Ruofeng and his followers flickered with concern.

They, too, had sensed the dreadful power radiating from the corpse.

While clinging to a fragile hope that Lu Qing's divine abilities might offer a solution, his admission of helplessness brought a wave of disappointment.

They had endured immense hardship to reach this point, believing their sacrifice might yield some significant reward.

To their dismay, it now appeared their efforts would amount to nothing, leaving them empty-handed.

"But..." one of the Black Robed figures interjected, his voice laced with reluctance, "we went through so much just to get here..."

Qiu Ruofeng shot him a sharp glare, reprimanding him sternly, "Silence! Mr. Lu speaks the truth. Both you and I can feel the terrifying aura emanating from that corpse.

Such a being, even in its current state, is not to be trifled with by cultivators of our level.

To succumb to greed before such power would be to invite certain death."

The man fell silent, unable to articulate a response.

The others, though seething with unspoken disappointment, understood the wisdom behind Qiu Ruofeng's words.

After all, Xuanhua had been a being far surpassing the Transformation Realm in power; even his deceased form exuded an aura that rendered it untouchable to those at the Unity Realm Stage.

To desecrate his remains would be to invite utter annihilation, leaving no trace of their existence.

While they all possessed contingencies for resurrection should their physical bodies fall,

who could guarantee that the residual power within Xuanhua's corpse wouldn't extend its reach, eradicating their spiritual consciousness even in the outside world?

It was highly probable that the being Xuanhua represented had transcended the Transformation Realm in life – a truly supreme existence.

The sheer magnitude of such a being's power was beyond their comprehension.

"Mr. Lu is correct. We must leave."

Finally, Qiu Ruofeng let out a heavy sigh and declared his agreement.

A flicker of regret crossed his eyes, yet he knew this was the only rational course of action.

The remaining individuals, witnessing this, paused briefly, offered no objection, and collectively affirmed with nods.

This outcome did not surprise Lu Qing in the slightest.

Among those who had reached the Unity Realm Stage, there were no simpletons.

Regarding such critical decisions, even without explicit discussion, figures like Qiu Ruofeng ought to grasp the implications.

Provided they weren't consumed by avarice to the point of irrationality, they should discern the most prudent course of action.

Therefore, observing their concurrence, Lu Qing did not delay, turning on his heel to depart.

The assembled throng hastened to follow in his wake.

Before departing the scene entirely, Lu Qing pivoted, directing a profound gaze towards the solitary figure enthroned upon the White Jade seat.

It was the deceased form of "Xuanhua," one half of its pallid body still emanating a brilliant and boundless spiritual aura, while the opposing tenebrous half ceaselessly discharged Demonic Qi, from which monstrous entities were brought into being.