I Can See Through Everything - Chapter 893

Chapter 891 Overwhelming Resentment, Mountains of Bones and Pools of Blood

Lu Qing’s divine sense avatar strolled through the starry sky, the space beneath his feet constantly twisting and fluctuating, each step traversing billions of miles.

The starry sky was vast, with countless stars and a dazzling array of sights.

But Lu Qing had no interest in appreciating these scenes; his gaze remained fixed on the location marked in the Netherworld Palace’s intelligence report.

Before long, he had arrived near his target.

Ahead lay a small world, quietly suspended in the starry sky.

The small world was not large, only about one-tenth the size of an ordinary life-bearing world, but at this moment, it emitted a faint black aura.

The black aura, like threads, seeped from the gaps in the world’s membrane, swirling around the world, appearing quite eerie.

Lu Qing hovered in the starry sky, gazing at the small world from afar.

According to the information given by the Netherworld Palace, this small world was the location of a branch altar of the Black and White Sect.

As a top power in the starry sky, the Black and White Sect’s influence was naturally considerable, spanning several immortal realms, with branch altars scattered throughout.

The location of this small world was relatively remote, far from the core areas of the major powers, making it suitable for him to gather information without alerting them.

He silently sensed the starry sky for a while, carefully savoring the aura emanating from that small world.

The aura was cold, violent, and filled with a destructive desire, somewhat similar to the dark power he had sensed in the Dark Abyss, yet different.

The power in the Dark Abyss was more ancient, more profound, and purer.

The power in this small world seemed like a diluted version of that power, mixed with other elements.

Lu Qing made a decision.

The next moment, his aura suddenly changed.

The previously peaceful and restrained aura receded like a tide, replaced by a cold and violent demonic energy.

This demonic energy was chilling, completely different from his true form, yet perfectly consistent with the aura emanating from that small world.

This was the ability of his Perfected Spirit.

Lu Qing’s primordial spirit was a Perfected Spirit, possessing this formless, shapeless, and ever-changing ability.

He could freely change his aura, mimicking any power he had ever encountered.

Now that he was going to enter that small world to investigate, he naturally needed to change his aura to avoid alerting the enemy.

Feeling the “demonic energy” emanating from his body, Lu Qing nodded in satisfaction.

This demonic energy was perfectly simulated, identical to the aura he had sensed earlier.

Even if a Dao Integration Realm cultivator stood before him, they might not be able to detect the flaw unless they made a move.

Lu Qing didn’t delay any longer and took a step forward.

Spatial fluctuations arose, and his figure instantly vanished into the starry sky.

When he reappeared, he had already passed through the world membrane of that small world and entered its interior.

With his current spatial mastery, he could freely move in and out of even large worlds; the world membrane of a mere small world naturally couldn’t stop him.

That thin boundary wall was like a water curtain before him, easily passed through.

However, after entering the small world, Lu Qing frowned.

This small world had completely changed.

The sky was gray, devoid of sun, moon, and stars.

The earth was black, barren, and riddled with cracked ravines.

A dense demonic aura permeated the air, so tangible that inhaling even a single breath felt like a burning sensation in one’s internal organs.

What concerned Lu Qing even more was the resentment mixed within that demonic aura.

This resentment was so intense and potent, almost tangible.

It permeated the heavens and earth, omnipresent, as if countless living beings were wailing, weeping, and cursing.

The resentment seeped into one’s very bones, unsettling the mind; even a Dao Integration Realm expert like Lu Qing felt a sense of unease.

This small world had been completely corrupted by demons.

The world’s origin had been polluted, the rules of heaven and earth distorted, and spiritual energy devoured.

It had become an environment uninhabitable for ordinary people. Even cultivators below the Nascent Soul Realm would quickly have their souls and bodies corrupted by the demonic aura, their inner demons churning, ultimately leading to demonic possession and turning them into monsters who only knew how to kill.

Lu Qing’s face darkened.

Although he had long anticipated that the Black and White Temple’s branch altar wouldn’t be a good place,

witnessing this scene still stirred a murderous intent within him.

He could see that the resentment in this world was caused by countless beings enduring unimaginable torment.

Those beings must have suffered extremely cruel treatment before being killed.

Their pain, despair, and overwhelming hatred transformed into this dense resentment, permeating the heavens and earth.

In other words, this single branch altar alone had slaughtered countless lives.

And that was just one of many branch altars belonging to the Black and White Audience.

Thinking of this, his killing intent surged, and Lu Qing became too lazy to investigate further.

A sweep of his divine sense instantly enveloped the entire small world.

He sensed several abnormal fluctuations, one of which contained the densest resentment, almost solidified.

That was the core of this small world.

Lu Qing’s figure vanished from his spot, heading straight towards the direction where the resentment was most concentrated.

A breath later, he arrived before a white mountain.

However, when his gaze fell upon the white mountain, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

The mountain was very tall, thousands of feet high, towering prominently on the black plain.

From afar, it appeared entirely white, radiating a faint glow under the gray sky.

But that white wasn’t the color of rock.

Lu Qing could clearly see that the mountain was formed from countless piles of bones.

Human skulls, ribs, leg bones, arm bones…

all sorts of bones were layered upon each other, densely packed, forming a mountain tens of thousands of feet high.

The bones varied in size and shape; some belonged to humans, some to other races, and some were even unidentifiable as belonging to any particular species.

The erosion of time had made the bones fragile, their surfaces covered with cracks.

But many more bones were still fresh, bearing traces of flesh and blood, as if they had just been peeled away.

Looking at the truly “majestic” mountain before him, even Lu Qing found it hard to imagine just how many skeletons of living beings were gathered here.

Millions? Tens of millions? Or even hundreds of millions?

He dared not think about it, nor did he want to.

No wonder he had barely sensed any living beings since arriving here

. In such a vast world, he couldn’t even detect a single living creature.

Perhaps all the beings in this world had perished here.

Lu Qing stared at the enormous mountain of bones before him, his face grim, a chilling aura emanating from him.

That killing intent was almost tangible, causing the surrounding space to slightly distort.

Just then, his expression suddenly shifted.

The surrounding spatial power suddenly fluctuated and distorted, completely concealing his figure.

He used the Dao of Space to hide himself in a spatial rift, from the outside, there was nothing there.

Then, the next moment, he saw several figures dressed in black and white Daoist robes flying in from afar.

Those robes were half as black as ink and half as white as snow, the very symbol of the Black and White Sect disciples.

Each figure possessed considerable cultivation; the weakest was at the second stage of the Nascent Soul realm, while the strongest, the leader, exuded the aura of a fifth-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

After arriving, the figures flew directly towards the Bone Mountain.

They seemed extremely familiar with the area, circling the mountain several times before finding a hidden cavern and entering it in single file.

Lu Qing concealed himself and silently followed.

He completely suppressed his aura and enveloped himself with spatial power; even a Dao Integration Realm cultivator standing before him might not be able to detect him, let alone these Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.

Upon entering the Bone Mountain, a crimson expanse came into view.

The interior of the Bone Mountain was hollow.

It was a vast space, hundreds of feet in diameter.

The walls of the space were densely packed with bones, some still bearing flesh, others decayed and weathered.

These bones were layered upon each other, interlocking like a honeycomb.

In the center of this space was a massive pool of blood.

The pool was hundreds of feet in diameter and its depth was unfathomable. The liquid within was a dark red, viscous like magma, slowly churning and bubbling.

Each bursting bubble released a wisp of dark red mist, emitting a nauseating stench.

The resentment within the blood pool was a thousand times stronger than what Lu Qing had sensed outside.

This resentment solidified into distorted faces, hovering, wailing, and roaring above the pool before dissipating, in an endless cycle.

Lu Qing’s gaze fell upon several figures beside the blood pool.

Several figures arrived before the blood pool, took a deep breath, and savored the almost tangible resentment, their faces showing enjoyment.

“This Heavenly Demon Pool isn’t even fully completed yet, and the resentment it’s already condensed is so pure,”

a younger disciple exclaimed, his eyes filled with greed.

“I wonder how powerful it will be when it’s truly finished. At that time, just one day of cultivation here will be equivalent to several years of our arduous training.”

Another disciple chimed in, “Indeed, the cultivation method bestowed by the Abbot is truly profound.

Cultivating with resentment is many times faster than absorbing spiritual energy.

It’s a pity this resentment is so hard to obtain; it requires the resentment of so many living beings, and just capturing them takes a tremendous amount of effort.”

“Enough nonsense!” a figure who seemed to be the leader snapped, his voice icy. “If you want the Heavenly Demon Pool to be completed sooner, you must do as the Abbot says and work even harder to capture living beings! When will you be able to finish this, dawdling here?”

The younger disciple shrank back, not daring to speak again.

The leader snorted coldly and took out a cloth bag from his robes.

The bag was small, only about the size of a palm, completely black, and embroidered with dense runes.

He tossed the bag high into the air and flicked it.

Suddenly, a large number of figures appeared above the blood pool.

Tens of thousands of human cultivators, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, were thrown from the bag and fell into the foul-smelling blood pool below.

They were men and women, young and old, with varying cultivation levels.

The weakest was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, while the strongest exuded the fluctuations of the Nascent Soul stage.

However, now, these cultivators’ cultivation levels were clearly suppressed.

They were powerless, unable to fly, and could only struggle, shout, and beg for help in vain.

“Help!”

“No! I don’t want to die!”

“Please, spare us!”

“My child… my child is waiting for me at home…”

Screams, cries, and sobs mingled together, echoing within the bone mountain.

Those voices were filled with fear, despair, and pleas.

Their pleas were met only with cold laughter from the figures.

The leader watched the cultivators scream as they fell into the blood pool, a cruel smile on his face, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.

He licked his lips, his eyes filled with excitement.

“Scream, scream. The more miserable they scream, the stronger their resentment, the better the quality of the Heavenly Demon Pool.”

The young disciple also laughed, “It’s an honor for these ants to contribute to the growth of our Black and White Sect.”

Several Black and White Sect disciples laughed loudly, their laughter echoing through the bone mountain.

However, the next moment, their smiles froze on their faces.

The space in front of them rippled, and an invisible force instantly enveloped the entire area.

The tens of thousands of cultivators who were falling into the blood pool vanished as if swallowed by something.

Their screams, cries, and sobs disappeared along with them.

Above the blood pool, there was nothing, nothing at all.

The figures were stunned.

The young disciple rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

But there really was nothing above the blood pool.

Tens of thousands of people vanished into thin air.

“What…what happened?” he stammered.

The leader’s expression changed drastically. He turned around abruptly, frantically scanning his surroundings with his divine sense.

But no matter how he searched, he couldn’t sense anything unusual. Those cultivators seemed to have never existed.

“Who dares to cause trouble on my Black and White Temple’s territory?”

the leader shouted, his voice laced with bravado.

He wasn’t stupid to have reached this position.

To be able to silently and effortlessly make tens of thousands of cultivators disappear right under their noses was something no ordinary person could do.

A figure slowly appeared before them. A

figure in a green robe fluttering in the wind, standing with his hands behind his back.

Handsome face, calm expression, but his eyes contained a chilling killing intent.

It was Lu Qing.

“Who are you?”

the leader shouted sharply, while secretly taking a step back, secretly activating a communication talisman to call for help.

Lu Qing didn’t bother with pleasantries and only said one sentence.

“You scum, you will all die.”

Before the words were even finished, he stretched out his hand.

The figures immediately felt their bodies shrinking continuously, while Lu Qing’s figure grew infinitely larger.

He seemed to have transformed into a colossal giant, towering over the heavens and earth, looking down upon them like ants.

They wanted to struggle, to escape, to resist.

But they found they couldn’t move at all. An invisible force bound them, preventing them from even lifting a finger.

Then, their consciousness went black.

An incomparably terrifying pain surged from the depths of their souls.

It was an indescribable pain, as if countless needles were piercing their souls simultaneously, or as if they were being roasted on fire and fried in oil.

They let out piercing screams, their voices distorted.

Lu Qing directly used the most violent soul-searching methods to forcibly search their souls.

His soul power transformed into countless fine threads, brutally piercing into their sea of consciousness, rummaging through their memories.

Those memories flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

How they were recruited by the Black and White Temple.

How they were taught that demonic art of cultivation using resentment.

How they captured cultivators everywhere, threw them into this blood pool, and watched those cultivators wail, struggle, and ultimately turn into skeletons in the blood pool.

Even how they enjoyed all of this, taking pleasure in it.

Scene after scene, event after event, were presented to Lu Qing with crystal clarity.

Lu Qing’s expression grew increasingly grim. (End of Chapter)