I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1510 - 893:

The Deputy Temple Master became a streak of black light, rapidly traversing the vast expanse of the starry sky.

His velocity was astounding, surpassing that of the Supreme Elders in the Unity Realm Stage by many times.

As he moved, the very space around him quivered slightly, leaving behind a faint black trail that slowly dissolved like a dark ribbon in the celestial void.

Honestly, he preferred not to involve himself directly.

For years, he had remained hidden within the Black and White Temple, always maintaining a low profile and refraining from openly displaying his true power.

He deliberately subdued his aura, projecting the image of a mere cultivator at the Unity Realm Stage.

Even the intelligence reports from the righteous factions merely described him as, "The Deputy Master of the Black and White Temple, with an unknown cultivation level, suspected to be in the mid-to-late stages of the Unity Realm."

This was precisely the outcome he desired.

He had no intention of revealing his strength at this critical juncture.

Doing so would only draw the heightened vigilance of the righteous forces against them.

While these righteous factions might not possess overwhelming individual power, their collective unity could form a significant threat.

At this pivotal stage of their plan, any complication was unwelcome.

However, under the current circumstances, it seemed no one else in the temple possessed the capability to apprehend the elusive individual who was systematically destroying their sub-temples.

The fact that even two elders dispatched to investigate had failed underscored that the opponent’s power exceeded that of an ordinary Unity Realm cultivator.

Those two elders, despite their moderate strength, were still established cultivators at the Unity Realm Stage.

For someone to eliminate them silently and without a trace indicated a level of power no less than the mid-to-late Unity Realm.

Furthermore, the utterly useless Mo Cangtian had already suffered a defeat. After expending a vast fortune in resources for his resurrection, his cultivation had fallen to the Initial Stage of Harmony, and he was currently in seclusion, rendering him ineffective.

As for the other elders… they were either insufficiently powerful or stationed in distant Immortal Domains, rendering them incapable of addressing an immediate crisis.

If that cunning adversary continued their rampage, the destruction of too many Heavenly Demon Pools would undoubtedly jeopardize their blood sacrifice ceremony.

Each Heavenly Demon Pool was constructed with immense effort. While the loss of one or two might be manageable, excessive losses would severely impact the entirety of their grand plan.

After considerable deliberation, the Deputy Temple Master concluded that only his personal intervention could possibly resolve this escalating situation.

"Very well."

He mused, a chilling glint flickering within his eyes.

"In the past, when those righteous ants dared to besiege us, neither the Temple Master nor I had sufficiently recovered our cultivation to act, forcing us to endure their provocations. Now, it is time to demonstrate my might to those ants from the Lower Realm."

With this resolve, the Deputy Temple Master wasted no further time, accelerating his journey towards the suspected location.

He recalled that the most recent sub-temple to lose contact was situated in that very direction.

The shadowy culprit was likely still in the vicinity.

Once he apprehended this individual and brought them into the light, the matter would be decisively settled.

A predatory gleam flashed in the Deputy Temple Master’s eyes.

It had been an considerable period since he had savored the taste of a living being at the Unity Realm level, a sensation he somewhat missed.

Meanwhile, in a different sector of the starry sky, Lu Qing’s Divine Thought Avatar had just successfully destroyed the seventh Heavenly Demon Pool.

He unfurled his palm, revealing a cluster of Black and White Temple disciples clad in their distinctive black and white Taoist robes, now in a state of utter pandemonium.

Some were desperately begging for their lives, their foreheads striking the ground repeatedly with loud thuds, drawing streaks of blood.

"Spare us! Spare us! I was merely following orders; I had no desire to kill those people!"

Others were shouting curses, their faces contorted in rage, veins bulging on their necks.

"Just you wait! Our Black and White Temple will not let this transgression go unpunished! The Temple Master himself will avenge us!"

Still others lay collapsed on the ground, their expressions bleak, trembling uncontrollably, utterly speechless.

Their reactions varied, but a common thread bound them: each was enveloped in a thick shroud of resentment.

This was the accumulated animosity of countless living beings, clinging to them like dark tendrils that ensnared their very souls.

The sheer intensity of this collective resentment only served to further ignite Lu Qing’s killing intent.

Amidst the chaotic scene, Lu Qing’s expression remained utterly impassive.

He regarded these pathetic remnants as if they were already deceased.

With a gentle clench of his palm, all sound instantly ceased.

The group of Black and White Temple disciples were obliterated, their bodies and spirits annihilated before they could even utter a single scream.

Their physical forms dissolved into dust, their primordial spirits shattered into countless fragments, leaving not even a wisp of a remnant soul behind.

Lu Qing released his grip, and the dust dissipated into the expanse of the starry sky, utterly consumed by the surrounding starlight.

Without an iota of expression, he departed from this sub-temple.

This marked the seventh sub-temple of the Black and White Temple that he had annihilated.

Across seven sub-temples, seven Heavenly Demon Pools, and numerous disciples of the Black and White Temple, all were reduced to mere dust by his might.

Yet, his heart felt no elation.

This was because within each sub-temple of the Black and White Temple, he had been a witness to scenes of utter horror and souls steeped in resentment.

Those grotesque mountains of bones and pools of blood, the mournful cries of vengeful spirits, a world twisted into a demonic spectacle...

Each location was a testament to the countless tragic ends of living beings.

He had lost count of the resentful spirits he had purified, nor could he ascertain the number of lives submerged within those blood-filled pools.

All he comprehended was that the sheer magnitude of these numbers was too immense, so colossal that he dared not delve into the specifics.

And within the vast network of the Black and White Temple, innumerable more such sub-temples lay concealed, their existence unknown.

What he had managed to destroy was merely a minuscule fraction of their entirety.

Therefore, how could Lu Qing possibly find solace or happiness in such a situation?

His singular, most fervent desire at this moment was to obliterate every single one of these sub-temples, ensuring not a single trace remained.

Once his Harmonization Body achieved its ultimate peak, his path would lead directly to the Black and White Temple's headquarters. There, he would drag out the ancient being dwelling within their sanctum and utterly annihilate them.