I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1507 - 891: Purification
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They moved like living entities, navigating the pool of blood in their search.
A peculiar transformation then occurred.
As these luminous spots made contact with the immensely dense, malevolent aura within the blood pool, it began to rapidly disintegrate.
The thick, dark-red miasma evaporated and dispersed with a 'sizzling' sound, akin to ice succumbing to an intense flame.
Concurrently, the specks of light intensified, multiplying in number.
These gathered, coalescing into soft beams that penetrated the blood, illuminating the depths of the pool.
Within the deepest recesses of the blood pool lay innumerable spirits consumed by resentment.
These were the souls of deceased cultivators, discarded into the blood pool, their spirits trapped, denied transcendence.
Some had lost their human semblance, contorted into monstrous shapes, while others retained their former appearances, their faces marred by agony and their eyes filled with torment.
For endless days and years, they thrashed, wailed, and tore at one another within the confines of the blood pool.
However, upon contact with the penetrating beams of light, their struggles abruptly ceased.
Their thrashing and wailing stopped, and they simply floated, quiescent, in the blood.
The luminous spots settled upon them, seeping into their very souls and commencing the purification of the pervasive resentful aura.
The dark tendrils ensnaring their souls were systematically extracted and purified, strand by agonizing strand.
Their spiritual forms began to shed their impurity, becoming transparent and pristine.
The grotesquely distorted features on their faces smoothed out.
Countenances once warped by anguish and malice gradually reverted to their pre-death visages.
Faces of youth, age, comeliness, and plainness alike reappeared.
But without exception, a profound serenity settled upon each one.
It was an expression of ultimate release, the quietude of finally being able to rest.
They raised their heads, their gazes finding Lu Qing.
Those formerly tormented faces now bore expressions of profound peace.
Some offered gentle smiles, others wept silent tears, some inclined their heads in solemn understanding, and a few moved their lips as if in unspoken words.
Then, in unison, they knelt before Lu Qing.
One, two, a dozen, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand... an uncountable multitude.
Innumerable spirits, emerging from the abyss of the blood pool, ascended to hover above it, all kneeling simultaneously as a tribute to Lu Qing.
The spectacle was both breathtaking and deeply moving, imbued with a solemn, sorrowful grandeur.
Lu Qing remained still, uttering no words.
He understood the silent gratitude of these spirits – gratitude for the cessation of their suffering and the bestowal of their liberation.
Following this moment of obeance, the forms of the released spirits began to emit a soft radiance.
This light intensified, growing ever more brilliant, resembling countless miniature suns that illuminated the otherwise somber expanse.
Under this radiant glow, their bodies gradually faded, becoming ethereal before finally dissolving into nothingness.
Lu Qing observed, unmoving, until the very last glimmer of white light merged with the natural world.
The volume of blood within the pool had noticeably diminished.
The effervescent foam also gradually subsided.
The acrid stench permeating the air lessened slightly.
What was once black-red blood transformed into a dark crimson, still murky but considerably less offensive to the senses.
Yet, despite his role in purifying countless spirits, no celestial merit descended upon Lu Qing.
He comprehended that the very origin of this world had been corrupted.
The will of the Heavenly Dao had become distorted and malevolent, abandoning its impartiality and its function of rewarding virtue and punishing vice.
Such a perverted Heavenly Dao would neither manifest Merit Light nor grant any form of divine recompense.
Nevertheless, this fact did not trouble Lu Qing in the slightest.
He withdrew his gaze, his thoughts shifting with an internal command.
The power coursing through him surged forth, releasing the profound energies of various Great Dao.
The fundamental essences of multiple Great Dao materialized, coalescing into a terrifying tempest of power swirling around his person.
This storm, with him at its epicenter, radiated outwards, causing the very fabric of space to warp and tremble in its wake.
It was a power beyond description, as if the totality of the heavens and earth had fallen under his absolute dominion.
In the ensuing moment, originating from his Divine Thought avatar, the surrounding spatial dimensions began to fracture and distort, progressively collapsing inwards.
A singularity, no larger than a clenched fist and utterly black, materialized directly before him.
This void was absolute, possessing an apparent capacity to consume all existence.
It rotated slowly, emitting a suction of unimaginable force.
The pull was so potent that even light itself could not escape its grasp, and the surrounding space contracted relentlessly towards it.
Subjected to this overwhelming force, the blood pool commenced its disintegration.
The vile blood was drawn into the black spot, instantly ceasing to exist.
The remaining residual resentful aura, demonic qi, and malevolent energies within the blood were all utterly consumed by the void, leaving no trace whatsoever.
The ominous Bone Mountain then began to crumble.
Countless skeletal fragments were violently torn apart by the suction, reduced to fine dust, and absorbed into the singularity.
The lingering resentment, pain, and hatred embedded within those bones were utterly obliterated in that instant.
The Bone Mountain, the blood pool, the surrounding seals, the demonic inscriptions etched upon the ground, the pervasive demonic qi filling the air...
Everything underwent dissolution, collapse, and disappearance, succumbing to the void's insatiable hunger.
Within mere moments, the colossal Bone Mountain, soaring tens of thousands of zhang, and the expansive blood pool, a hundred zhang wide, vanished entirely, taking their surroundings with them.
A vast, desolate pit remained in their place, utterly devoid of any trace.
Black soil filled the pit's bottom, emitting a faint, scorched odor.
This was land that demonic qi had corrupted over innumerable years; even with the Bone Mountain and blood pool gone, its recovery would require a considerable span of time.
After annihilating the Bone Mountain and the blood pool, Lu Qing's form flickered once more.
His Divine Thought swept across the entirety of the Small World, instantly revealing every disciple of the Black and White Temple still present within its confines.
Some were concealed within cave mansions, diligently cultivating amidst surging demonic qi, evidently practicing forbidden Devil Techniques.
Others patrolled the desolate territories, their gazes vacant as they surveyed their surroundings.
A few were engaged in torturing captured cultivators through various cruel means, desperately attempting to extract more resentful aura.
Despite their diverse appearances and cultivation levels, a shared characteristic bound them: they radiated thick demonic qi, and their eyes held no trace of humanity.
Lu Qing did not falter, advancing without hesitation.
In the subsequent instant, he materialized within a cave mansion. A disciple of the Black and White Temple, engrossed in cultivation, opened his eyes, but before any reaction could be registered, he was reduced to mere powder by a swift blow.
The disciple perished, never comprehending the cause.
Then, he appeared elsewhere.
Two disciples of the Black and White Temple, engaged in conversation, were casually crushed by his might, their bodies falling lifelessly, blood seeping slowly onto the ground.
In the very next breath, he teleported to yet another location...
In a span of just over ten breaths, Lu Qing traversed the entirety of this Small World, relentlessly slaughtering every last disciple of the Black and White Temple, showing no mercy to any soul.
As he had surmised, this Small World had been utterly transformed into a desolate wasteland.
Not a single ordinary living creature, mortal, or demon beast could be found; not even a bird or an insect remained.
The entire world was lifeless and barren.
The land, ravaged by demonic qi, supported no vegetation; the polluted water sources emitted foul odors; and the remnants of destroyed structures lay as mere ruins.
The Black and White Temple disciples he had eliminated represented the final vestiges of life within this domain.
Consequently, having eradicated them all, Lu Qing tarried no longer.
With a single step, he initiated a direct teleportation, departing the confines of the Small World.
He left behind only a world saturated with malevolent qi, still adrift in the vast expanse of the starry sky.
The world presented a bleak, lifeless grayness, slowly rotating amidst the celestial bodies.
It might have once sheltered countless beings and boasted a thriving civilization. Now, however, it stood as naught but a colossal tomb, a domain utterly demonized and dead.
Lu Qing regained his footing in the starry sky, casting a backward glance at the decaying world.
His killing intent, far from diminishing, intensified with even greater ferocity.
A mere Sub-Temple had proven to be this horrific.
How profoundly depraved must the main temple and its master of the Black and White Temple be?
He dwelled on this no further, decisively turning away and stepping forward.
Spatial distortions rippled into existence, and his figure dissolved into the surrounding stars.
This time, he made no attempt to conceal his aura; he no longer moved with caution, nor did he exhibit any hesitation.
He proceeded openly, his being saturated with murderous intent, making his way towards the next Sub-Temple affiliated with the Black and White Temple.
Since the so-called temple master of the Black and White Temple chose to remain concealed within the sanctuary, refusing to emerge, Lu Qing would bring ruin.
He resolved to dismantle every outlying Sub-Temple of this nefarious sect, leaving not one standing.
He was determined to test the limits of his endurance, to see how long that cowardly turtle could possibly hide.