Chapter 738
I Can See Through Everything – Chapter 738
Chapter 738: The Immortal Palace Opens, Nascent Soul Four Tribulations
“What’s going on?”
The sudden tremor caught the old man and the others completely off guard.
The space within the Gui Xu Secret Realm was extremely stable and stagnant—so much so that even cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm couldn’t fly here.
For the entire secret realm to shake like this, what kind of event could cause such a disturbance?
Only the middle-aged man in a purple dragon robe revealed a look of joy as he sensed this movement.
He knew from the ancient scrolls left behind by their ancestors exactly what this meant.
“Don’t panic. This is a sign that the Immortal Palace is preparing to open.”
“The Immortal Palace… is about to open?”
Hearing that, the other clansmen quickly turned their shock into delight.
“That’s right. According to our ancestors’ records, about ten years after the Gui Xu Secret Realm manifests, the Immortal Palace will open—granting everyone inside the realm a chance to enter it.
If we count the years, it’s been just about ten years since we came in.”
The man in the purple dragon robe nodded.
“The Patriarch just finished consolidating his Nine Tribulations cultivation, and now the Immortal Palace is opening—surely this is an auspicious omen for our clan’s revival!”
The old man’s beard trembled as he spoke, his voice full of excitement.
“Hah! What a fine omen indeed!” The purple-robed man laughed heartily. “Since it’s a blessing, then there’s no reason to delay—let’s move out!”
He took a single step forward and led the way.
The other experts of the Great Yuan Immortal Clan quickly dispersed their formations, their faces glowing with excitement as they followed behind.
At the same time, other major forces across the realm were also stirred.
“Such an enormous tremor—could it be that the Immortal Palace is finally opening?”
“The timing matches. It should be opening right about now!”
“At last! Our ancestors failed to break through the trials and enter the true Immortal Palace back then. This time, after so many years of preparation, we’ll succeed where they fell short!”
As the vibrations rippled through the secret realm, powerhouses of every faction emerged from their dwellings, gazing toward the radiant palace in the distance.
There, the colossal Immortal Palace was emitting dazzling light. Waves of immense power swept through the entire realm.
“Senior Brother Yu Jian, the Immortal Palace is opening.”
Standing before a palace, Qing Xi looked toward the light with solemn eyes.
“Mm. The true test begins now,” Yu Jian replied gravely.
Everything they had done before—breaking formations and seizing treasures within the outer palaces—had merely been appetizers.
That was why all sides had managed to maintain a fragile peace—save for Mo Tushan of the Black-and-White Temple, who had already destroyed two sects.
The real conflict would only begin once the Immortal Palace opened.
By then, the veneer of civility among all forces would tear apart. Once treasures appeared, fierce battles were inevitable.
“According to the jade slip left by our patriarch, entering the Immortal Palace isn’t immediate. You must pass the initial trials step by step. Even our extraordinary ancestors could only reach the fifth level back then—they never made it into the true palace itself.”
Yu Jian recalled the words recorded in the jade slip left to him by his sect’s Sword Master.
He knew that the palace’s opening didn’t mean access was guaranteed.
What mattered most was ensuring that those of the demonic path—Mo Tushan and his kind—did not gain entry.
If the Black-and-White Temple and Netherworld Palace failed to obtain the palace’s fortune, the outer world would remain stable.
That, for the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect, was a victory in itself.
“Senior Brother Yu Jian,” Qing Xi asked suddenly, “now that the palace is opening, Mo Tushan surely won’t keep hiding in his hall. Should we move against him again?”
“No need.” Yu Jian pondered briefly, then shook his head. “Once all forces gather at the Immortal Palace, attacking the Black-and-White Temple will only play into others’ hands.
Don’t forget—the Netherworld Palace and the Enchantress Pavilion are both waiting in the shadows. If we fight now, they’ll be the ones to profit—and perhaps even strike us from behind.”
Qing Xi sighed softly. “Then we can only let Mo Tushan go for now.”
…
Within another vast hall, demonic qi swirled in thick waves, filling the air with oppressive darkness.
Suddenly, all that demonic qi surged toward the center of the hall, drawn into a floating black pagoda.
Moments later, the hall cleared, revealing the disciples of the Black-and-White Temple.
At the center, seated cross-legged with eyes closed, was Mo Tushan.
He opened his eyes abruptly, his hand rising to summon the black pagoda into his palm.
Sensing the power within it, a satisfied smile crept across his face.
“Excellent. The blood essence of everyone from the Falling Cloud Sect has been completely refined. The power of the Nine Abyss Demon Tower has reached its peak. With this, neither Yu Jian nor Hei Ming will be my match.”
A surge of pride filled Mo Tushan’s chest.
If he hadn’t acted decisively—slaughtering two sects and devouring their blood essence—he could never have restored this treasure to full strength so quickly.
With this artifact in hand, he was confident he could face even Nine-Tribulation Nascent Soul experts head-on.
And with his hidden trump cards, Mo Tushan was certain—Yu Jian, Qing Xi, Hei Ming… all of them would soon be crushed beneath him.
“Senior Brother Tushan, is that tremor the sign of the Immortal Palace’s opening?”
One of the disciples nearby asked cautiously.
“Indeed. Just as our Patriarch foretold—ten years after the Gui Xu Secret Realm’s emergence, the palace opens automatically. The time has come.”
Mo Tushan waved his hand, putting away the black pagoda. Then he strode toward the exit.
“Come. That Yu Jian dared to bark outside our doors, insulting the Black-and-White Temple.
I held back only because I was refining this Nine Abyss Demon Tower. But once we enter the Immortal Palace… their lives will be mine.
I’ll refine them all into nourishment for my Demon Tower!”
…
In another hall, Xiao Li paced anxiously.
“Why hasn’t Ah Qing woken up yet? The entire secret realm is shaking!”
The tremors had long awakened the little creature, but it didn’t understand what was happening.
What made it panic even more was that Lu Qing—sitting at the center of the hall—remained motionless, eyes closed, immersed in cultivation as if unaware of the world.
Just as Xiao Li grew desperate, Lu Qing finally opened his eyes.
“At last, I’ve stabilized my fourth tribulation realm.”
He could feel the surging divine soul power coursing through his body and couldn’t help but sigh with satisfaction—and relief.
If not for discovering that pill hall and acquiring a large number of Nourishing Spirit Pills, how could he have advanced through so many realms in such a short time?
Indeed—after years of uninterrupted seclusion, refining those and other Nascent Soul-grade pills, Lu Qing had finally transcended his fourth Nascent Soul Tribulation not long ago.
And now, after another month of consolidation, his Four-Tribulation Nascent Soul cultivation was fully stabilized.
Of course, that also meant he had used up nearly all of his useful resources from the outer palaces.
Still, Lu Qing was more than satisfied.
If he had cultivated normally—even with ample spirit stones—advancing to the fourth tribulation would have taken decades.
Now, not only had he saved years of effort, but also a fortune in resources.
“Ah Qing!” Xiao Li darted up as soon as he stirred. “The whole secret realm is shaking! Is it collapsing?”
“I don’t know,” Lu Qing replied, shaking his head. “Let’s go out and see.”
He too had sensed the fluctuations—but not their cause.
Perhaps only by seeing it firsthand could he understand.
At least now, with his newfound strength, even facing Mo Tushan again would no longer be a threat.
“Are we really going out?” Xiao Li asked nervously.
It remembered Lu Qing’s warnings: the outside was filled with dangerous powerhouses—some at the Eighth Tribulation level.
Lu Qing smiled and rubbed its head. “Don’t worry. Stay inside the Li Huo Cauldron. I’ll have Yan relax the seals a bit so you can still sense what’s happening outside.”
“Mm. Be careful, Ah Qing,” Xiao Li said softly.
Lu Qing chuckled. “I will. With my current strength, I no longer need to fear them.”
Indeed, Xiao Li remembered—Lu Qing had escaped from an Eighth-Tribulation opponent back when he was only at his first tribulation. Now, with his fourth tribulation achieved, he was far stronger than before.
“Yan, loosen the seals slightly. Let Xiao Li sense the outside world.”
After placing Xiao Li inside the Li Huo Cauldron, Lu Qing gave his command.
He used to keep the cauldron completely sealed during battles to prevent any harm to it—but now he had the confidence to protect it even amid combat.
“Mo Tushan… next time we meet, I’ll have a surprise ready for you.”
Lu Qing’s voice was calm, but his eyes shone coldly.
With that, he stepped forward, his figure vanishing from the hall.
…
When he emerged beyond the barrier, Lu Qing saw it—the vast, radiant palace at the center of the secret realm.
It was the source of the tremors.
The Immortal Palace glowed brilliantly, releasing waves of incomprehensible power that shook all of Gui Xu.
Lu Qing’s eyes narrowed as he activated his divine sight, attempting to glean information from the palace.
He had tried once before, when he first entered the realm, but his cultivation then was too weak to perceive anything.
Now that he had advanced through three more tribulations, perhaps things would be different.
But after a long attempt, the result was the same. The palace remained inscrutable.
Just as he prepared to probe again, the light from the palace suddenly flared—so bright even Lu Qing had to close his eyes.
When he reopened them, the light had faded, and the palace looked utterly still, as though nothing had happened.
He knew it wasn’t an illusion. Something within the palace had changed.
But without more knowledge, he couldn’t tell what.
“It seems I’ll have to go there myself to find out.”
Without further hesitation, Lu Qing turned into a streak of azure light and shot toward the Immortal Palace.
He still knew little about the Gui Xu Secret Realm—too little to guess what was truly unfolding.
Before, he had avoided the other factions because of his limited strength.
But now, things were different. Perhaps those earlier moves he made—those “idle gambits”—might finally bear fruit.
Even without using his full speed, he soared across vast stretches of palaces in moments.
When he passed the enormous palaces that had once been occupied by various forces, he suddenly paused.
They were empty—every trace of life gone.
“They’ve all gone to the Immortal Palace already?” Lu Qing mused.
If so, that worked in his favor.
Before, he hadn’t dared to claim the inheritance arrays in these occupied halls.
But now, with everyone gone, this was a perfect opportunity.
He immediately shifted course, landing before one of the great palaces.
Activating his divine sight, he began downloading the inheritance from its formation.
With his deep comprehension of the Xuan Yuan Restriction, even dozens of palaces would take little time to process.
As for the Immortal Palace—being a little late mattered not.
He was certain that no one would gain anything significant so soon after entry anyway.
After all, even collecting treasures from the outer palaces had taken effort and time—how much harder would it be inside the Immortal Palace itself?
And while Lu Qing moved from palace to palace, copying their inheritances, he remained unaware…
That outside the Immortal Palace, countless cultivators were already facing one another in a storm of tension and killing intent.
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