I Can See Through Everything - Chapter 894

Chapter 892 Slaughter, Killing Intent Pervades

Boom!

After viewing the memories of the Black and White Sect disciples, Lu Qing didn’t hesitate for a moment, his hand clenching tightly.

The figures didn’t even have time to scream before being crushed by a terrifying force.

Under the shockwave, their bodies instantly turned to dust, leaving not a drop of blood.

Their primordial spirits were also crushed into fragments at the same moment; the shattered light flickered a few times in the darkness like fireflies before completely dissipating.

Not only that, Lu Qing directly used a curse technique, tracing the remaining fragments of their consciousness.

The invisible power of the curse pierced through the void, crossing layers of space, instantly cursing away all those fragmented thoughts.

Leaving no room for escape, granting no chance of survival.

From then on, these Black and White Sect disciples were completely annihilated, utterly dead.

Even if there were any secret techniques for reincarnation or any magical treasures to save their lives, they couldn’t be saved.

All traces of them in the world were completely erased.

At this moment, Lu Qing no longer cared about alerting the enemy.

He only wanted to annihilate these scumbags, making them disappear from the world forever.

A deathly silence returned to the blood pool.

Only the foul-smelling blood continued to slowly churn and bubble.

The popping sounds of those bubbles echoed jarringly within the empty bone mountain.

Lu Qing stood by the blood pool, his robes fluttering without wind, radiating a chilling killing intent.

That killing intent was almost tangible, causing the surrounding space to slightly distort, even suppressing the churning blood, slowing its flow.

His killing intent still boiled within him, like molten lava.

He realized he had made a mistake.

Recently, both Qiu Ruofeng of the Netherworld Palace and Guixu Daoist had repeatedly warned him to be wary of the Black and White Sect, saying that this force was not simple and might be hiding a great secret, urging him not to act rashly.

He had become much more cautious as a result, wanting to thoroughly investigate the Black and White Sect before taking any action, lest he alert them and find himself in a passive position.

But what he witnessed today told him that the evil of the Black and White Sect was far beyond his imagination.

Their actions had utterly eroded any semblance of humanity.

Just one branch sect had slaughtered and tormented so many lives.

This mountain of bones and the pool of blood, the resentment permeating the heavens and earth, were all forged from the blood and tears of countless beings.

Those cultivators thrown into the blood pool experienced unparalleled fear and despair before being killed.

Their cultivation was suppressed, and they watched helplessly as they fell into the blood pool, feeling the pain of their flesh being corroded and their souls being torn apart.

Just thinking about that feeling was enough to send chills down one’s spine.

It was unimaginable what heinous crimes the entire Black and White Sect had committed over the years.

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

He could even imagine that at this very moment, as he stood by this blood pool, the same tragedy might be unfolding in other branches of the Black and White Sect.

Cultivators were being thrown into the blood pool, vengeful spirits were being refined, and innocent lives were being tortured.

Even now, with each day he delayed, countless innocent lives would likely be thrown into the blood pool, refined into resentment, and become sustenance for these demons’ cultivation.

Thinking of this, the killing intent in Lu Qing’s eyes intensified.

“I was too cautious,”

Lu Qing shook his head, a self-deprecating glint in his eyes.

Qiu Ruofeng and Guixu Daoist only knew a portion of his strength, naturally advising him not to act impulsively, but to accumulate power and wait for the right opportunity.

They didn’t know his true strength, his trump cards, so their advice was based on their own understanding.

But didn’t he know himself?

He now possessed numerous trump cards.

His perfect spirit was formless and shapeless, ever-changing, capable of simulating any aura and escaping into any space.

His mastery of space was divine; he could freely move through the stars, hide in spatial crevices, and leave any pursuer far behind.

His natal magic weapon, the Yin-Yang Five Elements Gourd, though a top-grade spiritual artifact, possessed power comparable to a Dao artifact when unleashed.

His true form had simultaneously merged with nine Daos, making his strength unfathomable.

He possessed several methods of self-preservation alone.

Even a wisp of his divine sense clone was stronger than veteran Dao Integration Realm cultivators like the Old Azure Dragon.

With his current strength and foundation, even a Dao Transformation Immortal might not be able to easily kill him.

He didn’t believe that a Dao Transformation Immortal existed within the Black and White Temple.

If that were the case, the Black and White Temple wouldn’t have been one of the top forces in the surrounding Immortal Realms for the past 100,000 years. They

would likely have already unified the starry sky, annihilating righteous forces like the Breaking Heaven Sword Sect and the Void Bright Sect, becoming the overlord of this starry sky.

Since that was the case, what did he have to fear?

Rather than cautiously investigating, he might as well turn the place upside down.

He wanted to see how long the Black and White Temple’s master could endure.

Thinking this, Lu Qing no longer hesitated.

He raised his hand, and a beam of white light flew from his palm, landing on the churning blood pool.

The light wasn’t blinding; instead, it was soft and warm, like the early spring sun.

The moment it entered the blood pool, it transformed into countless tiny points of light, spreading in all directions like fireflies dancing in the sky.

These points of light, upon entering the blood, weren’t corroded by the filth; instead, they grew brighter and more intense.

They seemed alive, swimming in the blood pool, searching for something.

The next moment, a strange change occurred.

The incredibly dense resentment in the blood pool began to rapidly dissolve upon contact with the points of light.

The viscous, dark red resentment, like ice meeting a raging fire, hissed and evaporated.

Meanwhile, the points of light grew brighter and more numerous.

They gathered together, forming soft beams of light that pierced the blood and shone into the depths of the blood pool.

Deep within the blood pool lay countless vengeful spirits.

They are the remains of cultivators who were thrown into the blood pool after their deaths, their souls imprisoned within the pool, never to escape.

Some of them had lost their human form, twisted into monsters; others retained their former appearance, but their faces were contorted, their eyes filled with pain.

They struggled, howled, and tore at each other in the pool of blood, day after day, year after year, without end.

But when the beams of light shone upon them, they suddenly fell silent.

They stopped struggling, stopped howling, and floated quietly in the blood.

The points of light landed on them, seeped into their souls, and began to purify the resentment within them.

The black threads that bound their souls were plucked one by one, purified strand by strand.

Their souls began to become transparent and pure.

Their faces were no longer twisted and ferocious.

Those faces, once twisted by pain and hatred, gradually returned to their former appearance.

Some were young, some were old, some were handsome, some were ordinary.

But without exception, they all showed a peaceful expression.

It was an expression of liberation, an expression of finally being able to rest.

They raised their heads and looked at Lu Qing.

Those once twisted faces now showed a peaceful expression.

Some were smiling, some were weeping, some were nodding silently, and some were speaking in silence.

Then, they all knelt down before Lu Qing.

One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand…

a dense swarm of vengeful spirits, overwhelming the sky, rose from the depths of the blood pool, hovering above it, all kneeling before Lu Qing.

The scene was magnificent and awe-inspiring, yet tinged with sorrow and solemnity.

Lu Qing stood quietly, without speaking.

He knew these vengeful spirits were thanking him.

Thanking him for ending their suffering and granting them liberation.

After kneeling, the figures of the vengeful spirits began to glow.

The light grew brighter and brighter, like tiny suns illuminating the gray space.

Their bodies gradually became transparent and ethereal in this light, eventually dissipating.

Lu Qing stood there, watching the white light fade little by little until the last trace disappeared into the world.

The blood in the blood pool became much lighter.

The churning bubbles gradually subsided.

The stench in the air lessened somewhat.

The originally dark red blood had turned a deep crimson, still filthy, but at least less nauseating.

However, despite purifying so many vengeful spirits, Lu Qing received no merit.

He understood that the very essence of this world had been corrupted.

The will of Heaven had become twisted and demonized, no longer the impartial, just, and righteous Heaven that rewarded good and punished evil.

Such a Heaven would not bestow the light of merit, nor would it send down any rewards.

However, Lu Qing didn’t care. He

withdrew his gaze and his mind stirred.

His power surged, and the aura of all the Great Daos emerged.

The meanings of all the Great Daos surged forth, forming a terrifying storm of power around him.

The storm spread outwards in all directions from him, distorting and trembling the space in its wake.

It was an indescribable power, as if the entire world was under his control.

The next moment, centered on his divine avatar, the surrounding space began to crumble and twist, constantly collapsing.

A fist-sized, pitch-black dot appeared before him.

The dot was pitch black, seemingly capable of devouring everything.

It slowly rotated, radiating an unimaginable suction force.

This suction was so strong that even light could not escape, and the surrounding space was collapsing towards it.

Under this terrifying power, the blood pool began to crumble.

The foul-smelling blood was sucked into the dot, instantly turning into nothingness.

The resentment, demonic energy, and malevolence remaining in the blood were all devoured by the dot, leaving not a trace.

The bone mountain also began to disintegrate.

Countless bones were torn apart by the suction force, turning into dust and being swept into the dot.

The resentment, pain, and hatred remaining in those bones completely dissipated at this moment.

The bone mountain, the blood pool, the surrounding restrictions, the demonic patterns on the ground, the demonic energy in the air…

everything was crumbling, disintegrating, and disappearing.

In just a few breaths, the bone mountain tens of thousands of feet high, the blood pool hundreds of feet in diameter, along with everything around it, completely vanished.

Only a huge, empty pit remained, devoid of anything.

At the bottom of the deep pit was black soil, emitting a faint, acrid smell.

It was land corrupted by demonic energy for countless years; even with the bone mountain and blood pool gone, it would take a long time to recover.

After destroying the bone mountain and blood pool, Lu Qing’s figure flickered again.

His divine sense instantly enveloped the entire small world; all the Black and White Sect disciples still in this world had nowhere to hide in his eyes.

Some were cultivating in their caves, their bodies surging with demonic energy, clearly practicing some kind of demonic art.

Some were patrolling their territory, looking around listlessly.

Some were torturing captured cultivators, using various cruel methods to try and extract more resentment.

They varied in appearance and cultivation level, but they all had one thing in common: they exuded dense demonic energy, and their eyes held no humanity whatsoever.

Lu Qing didn’t hesitate and took a step forward.

The next moment, he appeared in a cave. A Black and White Sect disciple who was cultivating opened his eyes, but before he could react, he was smashed into dust by a single palm strike.

That disciple died without ever knowing what had happened.

Then, he appeared in another location.

Two Black and White Sect disciples who were conversing were casually crushed by his hand, their bodies falling to the ground, blood slowly flowing.

The next moment, he appeared in yet another location…

In just over ten breaths, Lu Qing had traversed this small world.

All the Black and White Sect disciples still remaining in this world were slaughtered without exception.

And just as he had expected, this small world had become a complete wasteland.

There were no ordinary living beings, no mortals, no demonic beasts, not even a single bird or insect.

The entire world was deathly still and desolate.

The land corrupted by demonic energy was barren; the polluted water sources were black and foul-smelling; the destroyed buildings were reduced to ruins.

The Black and White Sect disciples he had slain were the last living beings in this world.

Therefore, after killing them all, Lu Qing did not linger.

He took a step forward, teleported away, and left this small world.

Only a world exuding an evil aura remained, suspended in the starry sky.

That world was gray and lifeless, slowly rotating in the cosmos.

It may have once nurtured countless lives, and even boasted a thriving civilization.

But now, it was merely a colossal tomb, a demonized dead zone.

Lu Qing stood still in the starry sky, glancing back at that world.

His killing intent hadn’t diminished in the slightest; on the contrary, it had intensified.

A mere branch altar had already been so horrific.

How utterly depraved must the Black and White Temple’s main altar, and its master, be?

Without further thought, he turned and took a step forward.

Spatial ripples spread, and his figure vanished into the starry sky.

This time, he no longer concealed his aura, no longer acted cautiously, no longer hesitated.

He blatantly set off towards the next branch of the Black and White Temple, radiating murderous intent.

Since the so-called master of the Black and White Temple remained hidden in his headquarters, he would slaughter him mercilessly.

He would first uproot all the branch temples of this evil force, leaving none alive.

He wanted to see how long that coward could endure. (End of Chapter)