I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1503 - 890: Sky-Piercing Resentment, Bone Mountain and Blood Pool

Lu Qing’s Divine Thought Avatar traversed the expansive starry sky with effortless grace, the very fabric of space bending and warping with each stride, enabling him to cross unimaginable distances in mere moments.

The celestial expanse was a breathtaking spectacle, adorned with countless stars, yet Lu Qing’s focus was unwavering, his gaze fixed resolutely towards the coordinates provided by the Netherworld Palace’s intelligence, his destination.

Before long, his celestial journey brought him to the vicinity of his objective. Suspended in the void was a Small World, existing in quiet isolation.

Though the Small World’s dimensions were modest, only a fraction of a standard Life Realm’s size, it pulsed with a faint, dark energy. This sinister energy oozed from fissures in its world membrane, coiling around the sphere like ethereal threads, presenting a peculiar and unsettling sight.

Lu Qing maintained his position in the starry expanse, observing the Small World from a distance. The intelligence from the Netherworld Palace indicated this was a Sub-Temple of the Black and White Temple. As a preeminent force across the cosmos, the Black and White Temple commanded vast territories, encompassing numerous Immortal Domains, with Sub-Temples strategically dispersed throughout.

This particular Small World, situated in a remote locale far from the influence of major powers, served as an ideal covert observation post, a place to gather intel without raising suspicion.

Harnessing his senses, Lu Qing extended his awareness into the starry void, meticulously absorbing the subtle emanations from the Small World. The aura was palpable—cold, ferocious, and charged with destructive intent, bearing a resemblance to the Power of Darkness he had encountered in the Dark Abyss, yet subtly distinct.

The power within the Dark Abyss was ancient, profound, and unadulterated. In contrast, the energy emanating from the Small World seemed like a diluted variant, contaminated by other, disparate elements.

A decision solidified within Lu Qing.

In a swift transformation, his own aura shifted dramatically. The serene and controlled presence that had defined him receded like an ebbing tide, supplanted by a malevolent, savage demonic aura. This new manifestation was eerily potent, outwardly alien to his true nature, yet perfectly mimicking the dark energies exuded by the Small World.

This remarkable feat was attributed to his Perfect Primordial Spirit, a divine soul possessing the extraordinary ability to shapeshift and alter its essence limitlessly. It allowed him to simulate any power he had previously encountered, effectively masking his true identity.

With his intention to infiltrate the Small World for reconnaissance, altering his aura was a crucial step to circumvent detection. Lu Qing regarded the newly adopted ‘demonic aura’ with a nod of approval. The simulation was impeccably executed, virtually indistinguishable from the authentic energies he had sensed. He surmised that even a cultivator at the Unity Realm Stage might be deceived unless they engaged him directly.

Wasting no further time, Lu Qing advanced.

A ripple of spatial distortion enveloped him, and his form vanished instantly from the starry canvas. He reappeared moments later, having breached the world membrane and entered the Small World’s interior. His current mastery of spatial manipulation was such that even the barrier of a Great World posed no impediment; a mere Small World’s membrane was naturally trivial for him to overcome, akin to parting a watery veil.

However, upon crossing into the Small World, Lu Qing’s brow creased in concern. The environment within had undergone a profound and horrifying transformation. The sky was a perpetual, dismal gray, devoid of sun, moon, or stars. The ground beneath was a desolate black expanse, barren of any life, scarred by countless jagged chasms. The very air was thick with a suffocating demonic aura, so dense it felt almost tangible, and each breath seared the lungs.

What troubled Lu Qing even more was the pervasive miasma of resentment intermingled with the demonic energy. This spiritual residue was so potent it felt almost corporeal, saturating the very essence of the world. It was as if the anguished cries, the despairing wails, and the bitter curses of countless souls echoed eternally. The sheer depth of this ingrained animosity stirred a disquiet even within Lu Qing, a Unity Realm powerhouse.

This Small World had been utterly and irrevocably demonized. Its World Origin was tainted, its fundamental Laws warped, and its Spiritual Energy completely depleted. It had been twisted into an environment utterly hostile to life, capable of corrupting cultivators below the Primordial Spirit Realm, driving them to madness with heart demons, and ultimately transforming them into mindless, slaughter-bent abominations.

Lu Qing’s expression hardened. While he had anticipated that the Black and White Temple’s Sub-Temple would be a place of ill repute, witnessing the full extent of its depravity ignited a flicker of cold fury within him. He could clearly perceive that the pervasive resentment stemmed from the unimaginable torment inflicted upon countless sentient beings.Before their demise, they must have endured unimaginably cruel torment. Their anguish and despair, coupled with a profound hatred, had transmuted into this potent resentment, permeating the very fabric of existence. In essence, this solitary Sub-Temple alone was responsible for the suffering and demise of countless lives. And this was but a single one among the numerous Sub-Temples belonging to the Black and White Temple. A surge of killing intent flared within Lu Qing upon this realization, and he abandoned his methodical investigation. His Divine Thought surged outward, instantly encompassing the entirety of the Small World. He detected several areas exhibiting peculiar fluctuations, one of which pulsed with the most concentrated resentment, practically congealing into a tangible form. This focal point was indeed the heart of this Small World. Lu Qing's form dissipated from his current position, hurtling directly towards the source of the most intense resentment. In the blink of an eye, he materialized before a colossal white mountain. Yet, as his eyes surveyed the snowy peak, his gaze instinctively narrowed. The mountain stood immense, scaling thousands of feet into the sky, starkly dominating the black plains – an unmissable monument.