Chapter 737
I Can See Through Everything – Chapter 737
Chapter 737: The Black Demonic Tower — Strange and Unfathomable, The Immortal Palace Stirs
As the deathly and tribulation auras faded, the boundless Heavenly Might that had enveloped Lu Qing began to shift.
A surge of torrential energy erupted from the void, pouring directly into his body to aid in his transformation.
This was the reward bestowed by the Great Dao upon those who survived a Tribulation. The Great Dao was supreme—no miracle within the Gui Xu Secret Realm could possibly obstruct its decree.
With this infusion of the Great Dao’s power, Lu Qing’s transformation grew even more ferocious.
His mana, physical strength, and divine soul all surged at a breathtaking pace.
Only after half a day did the transformation finally conclude.
A terrifying aura rose from him like a storm, making even little Xiaoli, who hid in the corner, shiver in fear.
Fortunately, that aura flashed only briefly before Lu Qing restrained it once again.
As the pressure withdrew, he slowly opened his eyes.
“Ah Qing,” Xiaoli scurried over, eyes wide. “Did you break through again?”
“Mm. I just crossed the second Nascent Soul Tribulation,” Lu Qing nodded.
“Then… can you beat those people outside now?”
“Afraid not.” Lu Qing rubbed the little creature’s fur gently. “The weakest among them are fifth-tribulation Nascent Souls. That man in the black-and-white Daoist robe who bears us deep hostility—he’s an eighth-tribulation Nascent Soul. We can’t fight him yet.”
“Eighth Tribulation Nascent Soul!”
Xiaoli’s eyes widened even further.
“Exactly. Among the forces exploring this secret realm, we’re the weakest. We must be cautious—safety first.” Lu Qing’s tone was calm, yet resolute.
In truth, he suspected even an eighth-tribulation Nascent Soul might not be the true trump card of those powers.
If a ninth-tribulation Nascent Soul appeared, he wouldn’t be surprised in the least.
After all, he had hidden Xiaoli inside the Li Huo Cauldron; it was hard to imagine that other factions didn’t have similar tricks.
If not for the restriction barring anyone above the Nascent Soul Realm from entering the secret realm, Lu Qing was certain those great forces would already have sent far stronger beings inside.
“Then we really do have to stay hidden!”
Xiaoli nodded quickly.
An eighth-tribulation Nascent Soul was an existence it could only look up to—one breath from such a being could probably erase it.
Yes, hiding was safest.
“Still, there’s no need to worry. Inside this palace, the protective restrictions remain intact. Even a peak Nascent Soul expert couldn’t force their way in—it’s quite safe.”
Seeing the frightened little beast, Lu Qing chuckled softly and reassured it.
After chatting for a while, he returned to cultivation.
Two Tribulations Nascent Soul was far from his goal—and far from enough to contend with the powerhouses outside.
He still possessed many Soul-Nurturing Pills and other elixirs that could advance his cultivation. It was the perfect time to push further.
If he could reach the third, even the fourth Tribulation, combined with the unique environment of the Gui Xu Secret Realm and the trace of restrictive power he’d mastered within it, then perhaps he would truly have the strength to confront Mo Tushan, that eighth-tribulation Nascent Soul monster.
As Lu Qing sank once more into meditation, tranquility settled over the grand hall.
Xiaoli lay quietly in the corner, keeping silent watch.
Yet, elsewhere in the secret realm, peace was nowhere to be found.
…
Boom!
In another palace, a tremendous explosion resounded as devastating power erupted. Mo Tushan struck once, forcing more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators back.
He strode forward step by step, demonic qi swirling around him like a dark tide.
“I’ll say it once more,” he said coldly. “Hand over every treasure you’ve obtained if you wish to live. Otherwise, none of you will be leaving.”
“Mo Tushan, must you be so domineering? We worked hard to break the restriction and claim these treasures—why should we hand them to you?” an elder in ornate robes demanded angrily.
“Because I am stronger than you,” Mo Tushan replied flatly. “The strong devour the weak. Since my strength surpasses yours, all the treasures belong to me. You may resist—but don’t blame me when I exterminate you.”
“You think you’re invincible in this secret realm? I refuse to believe that—though we’re both eighth-tribulation Nascent Souls, you can’t be that much stronger than I am!” the elder roared back.
“Excellent. So you’ve chosen defiance? That suits me just fine.”
A twisted grin spread across Mo Tushan’s face.
“When I captured that five-tribulation brat earlier, you laughed quite heartily, didn’t you? Let’s see if you can still laugh after this.”
He unleashed a surge of horrifying power.
Behind him, the phantom of a black, nine-tiered tower emerged, exuding an aura so dreadful that the opposing cultivators’ faces turned pale.
The robed elder’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Impossible! That aura—”
“Die!”
Before he could finish, Mo Tushan bellowed, thrusting his palm forward. Boundless demonic qi erupted, swallowing everyone whole.
Moments later, silence fell once more.
When Mo Tushan finally departed with the disciples of the Black-and-White Temple, the grand hall lay in utter ruin—littered with shriveled corpses.
Not long after, Yu Jian and Qing Xi arrived with their juniors. All they found were desiccated bodies and lingering traces of demonic qi.
“These are people of the Falling Cloud Sect from the Great Yuan Immortal Domain!”
Yu Jian recognized the markings on their robes instantly.
“The aura here—it’s definitely the work of the Black-and-White Temple,” Qing Xi said coldly.
“The Falling Cloud Sect’s leader this time was one of their Grand Elders—an eighth-tribulation Nascent Soul himself—and he was killed so easily? When did Mo Tushan gain such power?”
Yu Jian crouched beside the elder’s shriveled corpse, frowning in confusion.
“Could he have broken through to the ninth Tribulation?” Qing Xi speculated.
“Unlikely,” Yu Jian shook his head. “With his arrogance, if he’d reached the ninth Tribulation, he would have come for us already instead of targeting Falling Cloud Sect.”
“Then he must possess a powerful artifact that greatly amplifies his strength. The cultivators from the Hao Immortal Domain mentioned that Mo Tushan used a terrifying demonic treasure to defeat them before,” Qing Xi mused.
“Most likely,” Yu Jian nodded slowly. “But whether that treasure came from the Black-and-White Temple or from this secret realm, we must find out.”
“Whatever his motive, this isn’t just about treasure plundering,” Qing Xi said gravely. “Senior Brother Yu Jian, what should we do?”
“Since the Immortal Palace won’t open for a few more years, and Mo Tushan is stirring trouble now, there must be an ulterior motive,” Yu Jian said thoughtfully. “We need to uncover it.”
“You mean…?”
“It’s simple. We fight him and see for ourselves,” Yu Jian smiled faintly. “When he tried to capture that five-tribulation cultivator earlier, he lost his temper but never revealed that treasure. Clearly, he doesn’t want others to see it yet.”
“In that case, we’ll force him to show his hand.”
“So… we’re going to strike the Black-and-White Temple? Good! I’ve been wanting to do that for a while!”
Qing Xi’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
She had never feared Mo Tushan. With both sects joining forces, they had no reason to hold back.
“But we must plan carefully,” Yu Jian said coldly. “Strike at their weakness—if we move, we move decisively. Even if we can’t kill Mo Tushan, we’ll cripple the Black-and-White Temple.”
“I’ll follow your lead, Senior Brother,” Qing Xi agreed at once.
Over the next several years, Yu Jian’s group began tracking the Black-and-White Temple in secret.
But oddly enough, their foes seemed to anticipate their moves.
After annihilating the Falling Cloud Sect, the Black-and-White Temple vanished—hiding within a grand palace and refusing to emerge.
Even when Yu Jian came to taunt them, shouting insults, no one responded.
Not a word, not even a ripple of spiritual sense.
Only an ominous aura of demonic qi lingered inside, vast and oppressive—like a primordial beast lying in wait.
Even Yu Jian and Qing Xi, both eighth-tribulation Nascent Souls, felt an uneasy chill from that presence.
Such eerie silence filled Yu Jian with growing dread.
He dared not enter recklessly.
After all, the barrier of the palace had only a small breach—barely wide enough for one or two people to pass at a time.
If the enemy had laid an ambush within, it would be suicide.
Though he had confidence in his strength, recklessness would doom not just him but his entire group.
In the end, he decided to retreat.
As the ancestral jade slip recorded, the Immortal Palace would open in only a few years. When that happened, the Black-and-White Temple would be forced to emerge.
Then, they would uncover Mo Tushan’s true intentions.
For now, the Gui Xu Secret Realm returned to uneasy quiet.
But news of the Falling Cloud Sect’s annihilation spread quickly, shaking every faction in the realm.
Smaller sects grew nervous, fortifying their defenses, fearing Mo Tushan’s next massacre.
Some even sought Yu Jian’s alliance.
He refused them all. He knew these so-called allies too well—schemers, every one of them. They wanted to use him as a shield.
When he rejected their offers, several lesser forces took a different approach—they camped right outside Yu Jian’s residence.
That way, if Mo Tushan attacked, Yu Jian would be forced to intervene.
Though exasperated, Yu Jian allowed it.
In truth, if Mo Tushan dared to come, that would suit him just fine.
Yet, surprisingly, the Black-and-White Temple remained utterly silent.
After destroying the Falling Cloud Sect, they vanished into their palace and never appeared again.
Only that faint, dreadful demonic qi still seethed within.
Years passed in that strange, oppressive calm.
…
Boom!
One day, in a secluded palace on the outskirts of the Immortal Palace complex, a terrifying aura burst forth—then vanished, masked by a mysterious fluctuation.
“Patriarch, have you succeeded?” an elder asked, excitement flashing in his eyes.
“Indeed. I have fully stabilized my ninth-tribulation Nascent Soul cultivation. Within the Gui Xu Secret Realm, none can rival me now!”
The middle-aged man in purple dragon robes nodded proudly, confidence shining in his eyes.
At his words, the surrounding Great Yuan Immortal Clan experts maintaining the formation all revealed ecstatic expressions.
Their Patriarch had achieved the ninth Tribulation—not only boosting their odds of claiming the Immortal Palace’s fortune but also ensuring their clan’s future glory.
“Of course! With your ninth-tribulation power, Patriarch, even the direct disciples of the great sects can’t compare!”
The elder flattered him eagerly, barely able to contain his excitement.
The man’s pride swelled—but he soon calmed himself and asked, “While I was in seclusion, did anything happen outside?”
“There have been… a few incidents,” the elder admitted, recounting the major events within the secret realm.
Though most of them had focused on maintaining the concealment array, they had still sent people to gather information.
“So the Black-and-White Temple struck twice—wiping out two sects, then vanishing again?” the Patriarch’s eyes narrowed.
“Yes. Many believe Mo Tushan is cultivating some secret technique. When he emerges, he may become even stronger—perhaps stepping into the ninth Tribulation himself,” the elder said.
“Hmph. The ninth Tribulation isn’t so easily overcome. Rest assured—that Mo Tushan will never reach it!”
The purple-robed man sneered.
Boom!
Before the elder could ask more, a tremendous shockwave suddenly shook the palace.
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