I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1506 - 891

Boom!

After reviewing the memories of the Black and White Temple disciples, Lu Qing acted without a second thought, his palm suddenly clenching tight.

Before they could even utter a sound, their bodies were crushed by an overwhelming force.

In their shock, their physical forms instantly disintegrated into dust, leaving not a speck of blood behind.

Their primordial spirits shattered at the same instant, fragments of light flitting like fireflies in the darkness before vanishing completely.

Furthermore, Lu Qing immediately unleashed his Curse Technique, tracing back through the remnants of their Divine Thoughts.

The unseen Curse Power pierced the void, traversed countless spatial layers, and instantly cursed and annihilated all those lingering Divine Thoughts.

No quarter was given, no chance for survival was allowed.

From this precise moment, these Black and White Temple disciples were utterly expunged, a death beyond all death.

Even if any reincarnation secret arts or life-preserving treasures existed, they would be rendered useless.

All traces of their existence in the world were meticulously wiped away.

At this juncture, Lu Qing paid no mind to the potential of alerting his enemies.

His sole desire was to eradicate these despicable beings completely, ensuring their permanent disappearance from existence.

Silence, profound and absolute, descended once more beside the Blood Pool.

Only the foul-smelling blood continued its slow, viscous churning, punctuated by bubbles.

The 'pop-pop' sounds of the bursting bubbles echoed through the cavernous expanse of Bone Mountain, creating a uniquely piercing auditory effect.

Lu Qing stood at the edge of the Blood Pool, his robes billowing as if caught in a nonexistent wind, radiating an ice-cold killing intent that permeated the surroundings.

The killing intent was so palpable it seemed to subtly distort the very fabric of space, even going so far as to slow the churning motion of the blood.

Within his heart, the killing intent continued to surge, akin to molten magma in its relentless heat.

He recognized a significant misjudgment on his part.

Recently, both Qiu Ruofeng of the Netherworld Palace and Gui Xu Taoist had consistently warned him to exercise extreme caution regarding the Black and White Temple, asserting its hidden power and the possibility of a major secret, advising against any hasty actions.

He had indeed become more circumspect due to their counsel, intending to first thoroughly investigate the Black and White Temple's origins before making a move, to avoid prematurely revealing himself and falling into a strategic disadvantage.

However, the scene before him today revealed the Black and White Temple's depravity to be far beyond his worst imaginings.

Their actions had completely divested them of any semblance of humanity.

A single Sub-Temple alone had been responsible for the slaughter and torture of so many living beings.

This desolate Bone Mountain and the churning Blood Pool, filled with pervasive resentment, were all artifacts forged from the blood and tears of countless lives.

The cultivators cast into the Blood Pool had endured unimaginable terror and despair in their final moments.

They were imprisoned, forced to watch as they descended into the Blood Pool, experiencing the excruciating agony of their flesh being corroded and their souls being torn asunder.

The mere contemplation of such torment was enough to send shivers down the spine.

It was difficult to fathom the sheer scale of heinous crimes the Black and White Temple had committed throughout the years.

Lu Qing dared not dwell on it, nor did he wish to.

He could easily envision that, at this very moment as he stood by the Blood Pool, similar horrific tragedies might be unfolding across other Sub-Temples of the Black and White Temple.

Cultivators being plunged into blood pools, vengeful spirits being refined, and innocent lives enduring unimaginable suffering.

Even now, with every day he hesitated, countless innocent beings could be falling into the Blood Pool, their resentment being refined, serving as sustenance for these demons' cultivation.

The thought ignited a fiercer blaze within Lu Qing's killing intent.

"I have been far too cautious."

Lu Qing shook his head, a flicker of self-scorn momentarily crossing his eyes.

Qiu Ruofeng and Gui Xu Taoist were only privy to a fraction of his capabilities; naturally, they advised against impetuosity, suggesting he bide his time and gather strength.

They were unaware of his true power or his hidden trump cards, thus their advice was necessarily filtered through their limited understanding.

But did he himself not possess that understanding?

At present, he commanded a multitude of trump cards.

His Perfect Primordial Spirit was ethereal and formless, capable of mimicking any aura and infiltrating any domain.

The Space Dao was mastered to an profound degree, granting him the ability to traverse the starry expanse at will, to conceal himself within spatial rifts, rendering any pursuer utterly futile.

His Lifebound Magical Treasure, the Yin Yang Five Element Gourd, though classified as a top-grade Spiritual Artifact, possessed an explosive power that rivaled that of a Dao Artifact.

His main body had achieved harmony with nine Great Daos concurrently, its strength now unfathomable.

As for methods of survival, he possessed several.

His solitary Divine Thought Avatar alone was more formidable than veteran cultivators in the Unity Realm, such as Old Cyan Dragon.

Given his current might and established foundation, even an Immortal who had undergone Transformation might not be able to defeat him with ease.

Furthermore, he holds no faith that the Black and White Temple possesses a Transformation Immortal.

Were it so, over these countless millennia, the Black and White Temple would not merely be a leading power among the adjacent Immortal Domains.

They would have long ago unified the celestial expanse, obliterating righteous factions such as the Sky-breaking Sword Sect and Kongming Sect, thus becoming the supreme ruler of this astral realm.

If such a scenario were true, then what reason would he have for apprehension?

Instead of conducting meticulous inquiries, why not directly confront and dismantle them?

He muses on how much longer the Temple Master of the Black and White Temple can withstand such pressure.

With this thought, Lu Qing ceased his hesitation.

He lifted his hand, and a beam of white light surged forth from his palm, descending upon the turbulent Blood Pool.

The emitted light was not blinding; rather, it exuded a gentle warmth, reminiscent of the soft sunlight of early spring.

Upon contact with the Blood Pool, the light transformed into myriad tiny luminous specks, scattering outwards in all directions, much like fireflies gracefully drifting through the night sky.

These luminous particles plunged into the sanguine depths, untouched by corruption or defilement, only to grow progressively more radiant and vibrant.