I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1516 - 896: Prophecy Confirmed, Reversal of Offense and Defense

A collective gasp echoed as the Deputy Temple Master of the Black and White Temple shockingly morphed into a monstrous, abhorrent form. Despite the Black and White Temple's consistent reputation for clandestine and brutal actions, solidifying their image as a demonic force, no one had anticipated their Deputy Temple Master to be a veritable monster. Observers from the Unity Realm Stage, scrutinizing the scene via Divine Thought, found themselves utterly speechless. Their gazes remained fixed on the colossal entity, a veritable mountain amidst the void, its six wings eclipsing the heavens, its eight powerful limbs extending, and the eerie Power of Darkness blazing upon its form. An indescribable dread began to cascade through their hearts. The malevolent aura radiating from this creature, even across the vast expanse of the starry sky, sent waves of profound terror coursing through their very beings. It was a primal fear, a tremor etched into their very bones, as if this being were their natural nemesis, provoking an instinctive, uncontrollable terror. The sensation was akin to a rabbit encountering a tiger or a mouse faced with a viper – the innate reaction of prey confronted by its predator.

"What… what monstrous entity is this…" a Unity Realm Stage expert stammered, his voice quivering. Having lived for tens of thousands of years and considering himself vastly knowledgeable, having witnessed countless devils and fiends, this creature before him evoked a fear from the deepest recesses of his soul. The dread arose without apparent cause yet felt undeniably real, as if his body were screaming at him to flee instantly. "Why does the aura emanating from its body… instill such profound unease?"

Another Unity Realm Stage expert voiced his astonishment, his tone laced with disbelief. He noticed his sword-wielding hand trembling subtly, a phenomenon utterly unprecedented in his millennia of existence. He attempted to quell this fear, only to discover its absolute impossibility. The dread was like a malignant growth, deeply embedded within the core of his soul.

Meanwhile, Qiu Ruofeng and the other elders of the Netherworld Palace, upon recovering from their initial shock, suddenly recalled something crucial. "Quick! Retrieve the scroll bequeathed by our founder!" Qiu Ruofeng commanded urgently, his voice betraying his trembling state. Hastily, an elder produced a peculiar wooden box from his Storage Space. The box, entirely ebony, was adorned with intricate sealing runes that pulsed with a faint luminescence. With hands that shook, he unlatched the container and withdrew a scroll, yellowed with age. Its material remained a mystery, yet it had endured countless years without deterioration. A soft glow emanated from its surface, hinting at a dormant, ancient power circulating within.

Qiu Ruofeng accepted the scroll, drew a deep breath, and slowly unfurled it. Ancient patterns were meticulously drawn across its surface. Though rendered with rough lines and subdued colors, these patterns exuded an inexplicable aura of pressure. The depictions showcased a menagerie of monstrous beings, each of varied, grotesque shapes. Some bore wings, others antennae; some were covered in eyes, while others possessed mouths brimming with razor-sharp teeth. These monstrosities were depicted baring their fangs and claws, their visages hideous, locked in combat with several humanoid figures. The countenances of these figures were indistinct, yet each radiated a majestic aura, conveying an unspeakable dignity. Wielding swords, clenching fists, or forming complex seals, they fought the monsters with fierce valor and bloodshed.

Positioned at the scroll's center was the depiction of the most colossal monster. It was mountain-sized, entirely black, its six wings blotting out the sky, possessing eight robust arms, a face covered in multifaceted eyes, and a long, proboscis-like mouth. It was an exact replica of the creature confronting them at that very moment. "It cannot be mistaken…" Qiu Ruofeng whispered, his voice thick with disbelief. "It is undeniable! The monstrosity facing Lu Qing is indeed one of the malevolent entities depicted on this scroll!"

He gazed upwards towards the starry expanse, his eyes wide with incredulity. "Creatures of malevolence from the Ancient Era… still exist? Have they been lurking in our midst all this time?" The other elders of the Netherworld Palace grew visibly pale, exchanging worried glances. Their palace's founder had been a Transformation Immortal from antiquity, and the scrolls and texts he left behind contained records of certain ancient secrets. These included accounts of malevolent beings from another dimension, entities that subsisted by consuming World Origin, utterly ruthless and homicidal, serving as the apex predators of all life beneath this sky. Were these malevolent beings not supposed to have been annihilated by the sagely figures of antiquity? How could any have survived? Furthermore, they had been concealed within the Black and White Temple, masquerading as humans for over a hundred thousand years?

A sudden recollection struck Qiu Ruofeng, causing his complexion to worsen further."The progenitor of the Black and White Temple... after his return from the Dark Abyss, his temperament altered drastically. He never again revealed his true visage, could it be..." He trailed off, yet every soul present grasped his unspoken implication. The founder of the Black and White Temple hadn't received boons from the Dark Abyss; rather, he had been usurped by this malevolent entity! From the instant of his escape from the Dark Abyss, his humanity had been extinguished. This conjecture sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it. Lu Qing paid no mind to the astonishment of the other Unity Realm Stage cultivators. He wasn't even taken aback by the manifestation of this monstrosity. For he had long perceived that his adversary was not deceased. Although the sinister emanation had substantially diminished, it persisted, and was rapidly regaining strength. He had been patiently biding his time, anticipating the moment the foe would unveil its genuine form. "Insignificant ant, you have truly incensed me." The entity vocalized, its tone grating and abyssal, akin to metal shards grinding or a resonance from the deepest pits of the Nine Nether Abyss. Its visage, adorned with multifaceted eyes, fixated upon Lu Qing, each orb glinting with a frigid luminescence.