I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1509 - 892:

The Master of Black and White remained silent for a duration, his voice laced with a frigid edge.

"One of the Heavenly Demon Pools has been utterly annihilated."

"What?" Another individual exclaimed in shock, "The Heavenly Demon Pool is destroyed? Do we possess knowledge of the perpetrator?"

The creation of a Heavenly Demon Pool is an endeavor fraught with immense difficulty, demanding vast quantities of flesh and the resentful energies of countless living beings, alongside a specialized array.

Any entity capable of obliterating a Heavenly Demon Pool is undoubtedly no ordinary cultivator.

Mundane cultivators within the Primordial Spirit Realm scarcely dare to approach a Heavenly Demon Pool.

The sheer malevolence contained within the Blood Pool suffices to corrode their Divine Souls, transforming them into demons in the blink of an eye.

The individual responsible for the destruction of the Heavenly Demon Pool must, at minimum, be a formidable powerhouse at the Unity Realm Stage.

Could it be that the forces of the Righteous path, those dwelling within the Unity Realm Stage, have finally forsaken their pact and chosen to intervene?

The Master of Black and White meticulously traced figures with his fingers, his brow furrowing in concentration.

"The Heavenly Mechanism has been carefully shielded by the opposing party; calculation is rendered impossible."

He employed several of his most potent calculation techniques, yet with every attempt, only obscured veils of mist manifested.

These dense layers of fog completely concealed the adversary's movements, affording him not even the slightest glimmer of insight.

"Might it be that the forces of the Righteous path have become privy to our machinations?" the other figure inquired.

"I cannot ascertain," the Master of Black and White responded, shaking his head, a palpable sense of irritation clouding his demeanor.

Though only a single Heavenly Demon Pool has been razed, this event would not fundamentally impede his grand strategy.

Nevertheless, it represented a sub-temple, a sacred site for the Heavenly Demon Pool.

To have it silently eradicated without any understanding of the assailant's identity, he sensed an unsettling anomaly.

He remained uncertain whether some entity among the Righteous powers had unearthed a crucial clue.

Should the Righteous powers indeed decide to unite against them, while he himself harbored no fear, such a circumstance would undoubtedly introduce considerable complications.

At this pivotal juncture, he had absolutely no desire for extraneous disturbances.

Alas...

Fixing his gaze upwards, the Master of Black and White peered into the unfathomable depths of the void.

Within that expanse, a vast and boundless power was subtly exerting its influence.

This was the Tao Origin of this world, the fundamental bedrock upon which the entirety of the starry sky's order was maintained.

Within this Otherworld, he felt an undeniable, albeit vague, sense of rejection emanating from the Tao Origin.

His innate power, his perceptive abilities, his intricate calculations – all were being systematically suppressed.

He was rendered incapable of employing his most advanced calculation skills, rendering the observation of those obscuring mists an impossibility.

Had this not been the case, he was certain he would have already apprehended the clandestine perpetrator and subjected them to brutal retribution.

"Then, what course of action should we adopt moving forward?" the other figure asked.

The Master of Black and White engaged in a period of contemplation before articulating his directive slowly.

"Transmit the command for those beneath us to accelerate their efforts, and to establish additional Heavenly Demon Pools. Our grand scheme must not falter, nor can it endure any delays. The more this unfolds, the greater the potential for unforeseen variables."

He paused momentarily, then continued, "Furthermore, I must enter a period of strict seclusion."

"Seclusion?" The second individual expressed surprise.

The Master of Black and White offered a nod, a spark of eager anticipation evident in his tone.

"Recently, I have experienced a profound premonition; I stand merely a single step away from attaining Perfect Harmony."

"You are preparing to achieve Perfect Harmony?" the other figure responded with evident delight.

"Precisely," the Master of Black and White confirmed, a brilliant glint flashing in his eyes. "Were it not for the hindering influence of this world's Tao Origin, how could the pace of our cultivation's restoration be so agonizingly slow?"

Nevertheless, despite the Tao Origin's immense scope, it was, in essence, fundamentally limited.

He had already discerned the crucial method; upon regaining his cultivation to Perfect Harmony, he would seamlessly integrate into this Otherworld.

At that juncture, even the Tao Origin would prove incapable of preventing him from executing the blood sacrifice.

"Magnificent!" the other figure declared, his voice brimming with admiration.

Truly, this individual, a descendant of that esteemed bloodline, possessed astounding potential.

Even under the oppressive subjugation of the Tao Origin, he had managed to achieve such profound comprehension and uncover a path toward integration within this realm.

In stark contrast, although he too had reached the pinnacle of Great Success in Harmony, a considerable gulf remained before he could fully assimilate into this world.

That intangible barrier, akin to a vast chasm, obstructed his path, precluding any possibility of transcendence.

The Master of Black and White rose to his feet, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Therefore, we shall temporarily disregard that insignificant pest for the present. Allow it its brief moments of frantic activity. Once my strength is fully restored, I shall personally extract it and subject it to prolonged, exquisite torture."

His tone turned exceptionally glacial, as if the very fabric of space threatened to freeze over.

"At that time, I will ensure it comprehends the severe repercussions of incurring the wrath of myself and the Black and White Temple."

The other figure responded with an affirmative nod, concurring wholeheartedly.

The Master of Black and White ceased speaking, turning to dissolve into the encompassing darkness.

Once his silhouette vanished, the mysterious Array Plate slowly faded, falling into complete silence at last.

With the Black and White Master's directives issued, all subordinate temples of the Black and White Temple immediately accelerated the construction of their Heavenly Demon Pools.

More living beings were captured, more worlds were corrupted, and resentful spirits cried out in the Blood Pools.

An immeasurable number of lives were extinguished as a result.

Conversely, the Black and White Temple began to notice that in the territories they controlled, certain rather remote sub-temples were gradually losing contact.

One, then two, then three.

Each sub-temple that went silent coincided with the destruction of a Heavenly Demon Pool, and all disciples of the Black and White Temple within were annihilated, leaving no survivors.

A hidden butcher was systematically eradicating the Black and White Temple's outer forces at a startling speed.

In the deepest recesses of the Black and White Temple's Main Altar, a moment of profound quietude settled over the darkness.

The figure who remained after the Master's departure once again closed his eyes, resuming his cultivation practice.

Around him, surges of demonic qi, resembling black flames, danced and erupted.

However, not long after, hurried footsteps echoed from outside.

The sounds were particularly distinct within the silent Main Altar, shattering the prevailing tranquility.

The visitor was clearly in a state of urgency, their footsteps rapid and heavy, carrying an undercurrent of alarm.

The figure's eyes opened, his brow knitting slightly.

"Enter."

A disciple clad in a Black and White Taoist Robe entered swiftly, his face etched with anxiety, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow.

He fell to his knees, his voice quivering slightly.

"Deputy Temple Master, something has occurred!"

"What is it?" the Deputy Temple Master inquired calmly.

The disciple responded in haste, "I've just received word, another sub-temple has lost contact. This makes five!"

The Deputy Temple Master's expression shifted subtly.

"The fifth?"

"Yes," the disciple affirmed with a nod, his voice laced with fear. "And... the two Elders dispatched for investigation have also gone silent."

The Deputy Temple Master abruptly rose.

"You claim even the two Elders have vanished?"

The disciple remained prostrate, not daring to lift his head.

The Deputy Temple Master's countenance darkened.

Two Elders at the Unity Realm Stage represented pivotal figures within any organization.

Despite the Black and White Temple's considerable influence, the number of Unity Realm Stage Elders was limited, easily countable on one's fingers.

The sudden loss of two was, even for them, a significant blow.

Furthermore, those two Elders had been dispatched under his direct orders.

He had confidently assumed the strength of two Unity Realm Stage Elders would be more than sufficient to investigate a few sub-temples that had lost contact.

Unexpectedly, they too had met their demise.

The individual operating from the shadows possessed a power that far surpassed his estimations.

"Are there any indications?" the Deputy Temple Master inquired sternly.

The disciple shook his head. "No, those sub-temples, along with the surrounding space, were utterly obliterated. Not a single trace remained. No message was transmitted before the two Elders lost contact."

The Deputy Temple Master fell into silence.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he began to pace within the shadows.

To silently eliminate two Unity Realm Stage Elders, the adversary's strength must be at least late-stage Integration.

Moreover, this opponent could obscure the Heavenly Mechanism, rendering it undetectable even by the Master.

Such a formidable individual could not possibly be an unknown entity throughout the vastness of the starry sky.

Could it be a remnant from the Sky-breaking Sword Sect, or that ancient nun from the Kongming Sect?

Or perhaps... other concealed powerhouses?

The Deputy Temple Master's thoughts raced, yet he remained unable to identify the culprit.

His brow furrowed even more intensely.

The Master was in seclusion, a critical juncture where intervention was impossible.

However, if they allowed this shadow operative to continue unchecked, destroying Heavenly Demon Pool after Heavenly Demon Pool, the 'blood and heart' of their years of planning would be shattered overnight.

Each of those Heavenly Demon Pools, demanding immense resources and countless lives, was an indispensable component of their grand design.

The loss of one or two could be absorbed, but excessive losses would inevitably jeopardize the entire plan.

After a prolonged period of contemplation, the Deputy Temple Master finally arrived at a decision.

He would personally confront the hidden aggressor.