Chapter 891
Overwhelming Resentment, Mountains of Bones and Pools of Blood
Lu Qing's divine consciousness clone strolled through the starry sky, the space beneath its feet constantly twisting and fluctuating, each step covering billions of miles.
The starry sky is vast, with countless stars, creating a colorful spectacle.
But Lu Qing had no interest in appreciating the scenery; his gaze remained fixed ahead on the location marked in the intelligence report about the Netherworld Palace.
Before long, he had arrived near his target.
Ahead lies a small world, quietly suspended in the starry sky.
That small world was not large, only about one-tenth the size of an ordinary life world, but at this moment it was emitting a faint black aura.
The black mist, like silk threads, seeped out from the gaps in the world's membrane, swirling around the world, looking quite eerie.
Lu Qing hovered in the starry sky, gazing at that small world from afar.
According to the information provided by the Netherworld Palace, this small world is a branch altar of the Black and White Sect.
As a top power in the starry sky, the Black and White Temple's sphere of influence is naturally quite large, spanning several immortal realms, with branch altars scattered throughout the world.
This small world is located in a relatively remote area, far from the core areas of major powers, making it suitable for him to gather information without alerting the enemy.
He quietly sensed the starry sky for a while, savoring the aura emanating from that small world.
The aura was cold, violent, and filled with a destructive desire, somewhat similar to, yet different from, the dark power he had sensed in the Dark Abyss.
The power within the Dark Abyss is more ancient, more profound, and more pure.
The power in this small world is more like a diluted version of that power, mixed with other things.
Lu Qing had made up her mind.
The next moment, his aura suddenly changed.
The originally peaceful and restrained aura receded like the tide, replaced by a cold and violent demonic energy.
The demonic aura was chilling, completely different from his true form, yet perfectly consistent with the aura emanating from that small world.
This is his ability to become a perfect god.
Lu Qing's primordial spirit is a perfect primordial spirit, possessing the ability to be formless, shapeless, and ever-changing.
He can freely change his aura and mimic any power he has ever come into contact with.
Now that he was going to enter that small world to investigate, he naturally had to change his aura to avoid alerting the enemy.
Feeling the "demonic energy" emanating from his body, Lu Qing nodded in satisfaction.
The demonic energy was perfectly simulated, exactly the same as the aura he had sensed earlier.
Even if a Dao Integration Realm cultivator stood in front of him, they might not be able to see through his disguise unless he made a move.
Lu Qing didn't delay any longer and took a step forward.
Spatial fluctuations arose, and his figure vanished into the starry sky in an instant.
When he reappeared, he had already passed through the membrane of that small world and entered its interior.
With his current spatial mastery, he can freely move in and out of even a great world, so the world membrane of a mere small world naturally cannot stop him.
The thin barrier in front of him was like a curtain of water, easily passed through.
However, upon entering the small world, Lu Qing frowned.
This little world has completely changed.
The sky was overcast, with no sun, moon, or stars in sight.
The earth was black, barren, and riddled with cracks and ravines.
The air was filled with a dense demonic aura, which was so tangible that inhaling it made one feel as if their internal organs were being burned.
What Lu Qing cared about even more was the resentment mixed in with the demonic energy.
The resentment was so intense and strong that it was almost tangible.
It permeated the heavens and earth, omnipresent, as if countless living beings were wailing, crying and cursing.
The resentment seeped into one's bones, making one uneasy. Even a powerful expert like Lu Qing, who was at the Dao Integration Realm, felt a sense of unease.
This little world has been completely corrupted by demons.
The origin of the world has been polluted, the rules of heaven and earth have been distorted, and spiritual energy has been completely devoured.
This place has become an environment uninhabitable for ordinary people. Even cultivators below the Nascent Soul Realm who enter here will quickly have their souls and bodies corrupted by the demonic energy, causing inner demons to grow and eventually leading to demonic possession, turning them into monsters who only know how to kill.
Lu Qing's face darkened.
Although he had long anticipated that the branch altar of the Black and White Temple would not be a good place.
But when he actually saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a surge of murderous intent.
He could see that the resentment in this world was caused by countless beings suffering unimaginable torment.
Those creatures must have endured extremely cruel treatment before being killed.
Their pain and despair, along with their overwhelming resentment, transformed into this thick miasma of resentment, permeating the heavens and earth.
In other words, this one branch altar alone has harmed countless lives.
And that was just one of the many separate forums for black and white audiences.
With this thought in mind, Lu Qing's murderous intent rose, and he became too lazy to investigate any further.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he instantly enveloped the entire small world.
He sensed several unusual fluctuations, one of which was filled with the most intense resentment, almost solidified into a tangible form.
That place is the heart of this little world.
Lu Qing's figure disappeared from the spot, heading straight towards the direction where the resentment was most concentrated.
After a breath, he arrived at a white mountain.
However, when his gaze fell upon the white mountain, his eyes involuntarily narrowed.
The mountain was very high, thousands of feet tall, standing out prominently on the black plain.
From a distance, it appears entirely white, emitting a faint glow under the gray sky.
But that white color is not the color of the rock.
Lu Qing could see clearly that the mountain was made up of countless white bones.
Human skull, ribs, leg bones, arm bones...
Layers upon layers of bones, densely packed together, formed a mountain peak 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 to what kind of creature they were.
The erosion of time has made those bones fragile, and their surfaces are covered with cracks.
But many of the bones were still fresh, with traces of flesh and blood still remaining, as if they had just been peeled off.
Looking at the "majestic" mountain in front of him, even Lu Qing could hardly imagine how many skeletons of living beings had gathered here.
Millions? Tens of millions? Or hundreds of millions?
He dared not think about it, nor did he want to.
No wonder he could hardly sense any living beings after arriving here.
In this vast world, not a single living creature could be sensed.
It's likely that all the creatures of this world have already perished here.
Lu Qing stared at the massive mountain of bones before him, his face grim, and a chilling aura emanated from him.
The killing intent was so palpable that it slightly distorted the surrounding space.
Just then, his expression suddenly shifted slightly.
The surrounding spatial forces suddenly fluctuated and distorted, completely obscuring his figure.
He used his spatial magic to hide himself in a spatial crevice, where, from the outside, there was nothing there.
Then, in the next moment, he saw several figures dressed in black and white Taoist robes flying in from a distance.
Those Taoist robes, half as black as ink and half as white as snow, are the hallmark of the Black and White Temple 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 the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
After several figures arrived, they flew straight towards Bone Mountain.
They seemed extremely familiar with the place. They circled the bone mountain several times, found a hidden cave, filed in, and flew into the interior of the bone mountain.
Lu Qing concealed himself and followed silently.
He concealed his aura completely and enveloped himself with spatial power. Even a Dao Integration Realm cultivator standing in front of him might not be able to detect him, let alone these few Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. Upon entering the Bone Mountain, a sea of blood-red greeted their eyes.
The interior of the bone mountain was actually hollow.
It was a huge space, several hundred feet in diameter.
The walls of the space are covered with dense skeletons, some still covered with flesh and blood, others decayed and weathered.
The bones were layered and interlocked, forming a honeycomb-like structure.
In the center of this space was a huge pool of blood.
The blood pool was hundreds of feet in circumference and its depth was unfathomable. The liquid in the pool was a dark red, viscous like magma, and was slowly churning and bubbling.
With each bursting bubble, a wisp of dark red mist rose up, emitting a nauseating stench.
The resentment within that blood pool was hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than what Lu Qing had sensed outside.
The resentment solidified into tangible forms, transforming into distorted faces that hovered, wailed, and roared above the blood pool before dissipating, repeating the cycle endlessly.
Lu Qing's gaze fell on several figures beside the blood pool.
The figures arrived before the blood pool, took a deep breath, and felt the almost solidified resentment, their faces showing an expression of enjoyment.
"This Heavenly Demon Pool is not yet fully completed, but the resentment it has condensed is already so pure."
A younger disciple sighed, his eyes filled with greed.
"I wonder how powerful it will be when it's finally completed. At that time, just one day of cultivation here will be equivalent to several years of our hard work."
Another disciple chimed in, "Indeed, the technique bestowed by the Abbot is truly profound and wondrous."
Cultivating with resentment is many times faster than absorbing spiritual energy.
Unfortunately, this resentment is difficult to obtain; it requires the resentment of so many living beings, and just capturing them took a tremendous amount of effort.
"Enough with the 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 have to do as the Abbot said and work even harder to capture living beings! What are you doing dawdling here? When are you going to finish?"
The young disciple shrank back, not daring to speak again.
The leader snorted and took out a cloth bag from his pocket.
The bag was small, only about the size of a palm, and was entirely black with densely packed runes embroidered on its surface.
He tossed the cloth bag high into the air and flicked it with his hand.
Suddenly, a large number of figures appeared above the blood pool.
Tens of thousands of human cultivators were thrown out of the cloth bags like dumplings being dropped into a pot, falling into the foul-smelling pool of blood below.
They included men and women, young and old, and their levels of cultivation varied.
The weakest is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, while the strongest exudes the fluctuations of the Nascent Soul stage.
However, now, the cultivation levels of these cultivators are clearly restricted.
They were too weak to fly and could only struggle, shout, and cry for help in vain.
"Help!"
"No! I don't want to die!"
"Please, please, let us go!"
"My child...my child is still waiting for me at home..."
Screams, cries of agony, and sobs mingled together, echoing within the bone mountain.
Those voices were filled with fear, despair, and pleas.
But their pleas were met only with cold laughter from those figures.
The leader watched as the cultivators screamed and fell into the blood pool, a cruel smile on his face, seemingly enjoying the scene immensely.
He licked his lips, his eyes filled with excitement.
"Scream, scream. The more you scream, the stronger your resentment, and the better the quality of the Heavenly Demon Pool will be."
The young disciple also laughed and said, "It is an honor for these ants to be able to contribute to the growth of our Black and White Sect."
Several disciples of the Black and White Temple burst into laughter, their voices echoing through the Bone Mountain.
However, the next moment, their smiles froze on their faces.
A ripple appeared in the space ahead, and an invisible force instantly enveloped the entire area.
The tens of thousands of cultivators who were falling into the blood pool disappeared all at once, as if they had been swallowed up by something.
Their screams, cries, and sobs vanished along with them.
Above the blood pool, all was empty; there was nothing there.
The figures were stunned.
The young disciple rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.
But there was indeed nothing above the pool of blood.
Tens of thousands of people simply vanished into thin air.
"What...what's going on?" he stammered.
The leader's expression changed drastically. He turned around abruptly and frantically scanned 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 carrying a hint of bravado but a hint of cowardice.
He's no fool to have gotten to this position.
To be able to silently and stealthily transport tens of thousands of cultivators right under their noses is something no ordinary person could do.
A figure slowly appeared before them.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering in the wind.
He had a handsome face and a calm expression, but his eyes contained a chilling killing intent.
It was Lu Qing.
Who are you?
The leader shouted sternly, while secretly taking a step back and activating a communication talisman to call for help.
Lu Qing was too lazy to waste words with the other party and only said one sentence.
"You scum, you all have to die."
Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand.
Those figures immediately felt their bodies shrinking, while Lu Qing's figure was growing infinitely larger.
He seemed to have transformed into a towering giant, standing tall and looking down upon them, who were like ants.
They wanted to struggle, to escape, to rebel.
But they found that they couldn't move at all. An invisible force had bound them, preventing them from even lifting a finger.
Immediately afterwards, their consciousness went black.
An incredibly terrifying pain surged from the depths of his soul.
It was an indescribable pain, as if countless needles were piercing the soul at the same time, or as if the whole person was being roasted on a fire or fried in oil.
They let out piercing screams, their voices distorted.
Lu Qing directly used the most violent soul-searching methods to forcibly search the soul.
His divine soul power transformed into countless fine threads, brutally piercing into the sea of consciousness of these people, rummaging through their memories.
Those memories flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
How were they recruited by the Black-White View?
And how was she taught that demonic art of cultivation using resentment?
There's also the story of how cultivators are captured everywhere, thrown into this blood pool, and watched as they wail, struggle, and eventually turn into bones.
Even the emotions they derive pleasure from it all.
Scene after scene, event after event, were presented to Lu Qing with perfect clarity.
Lu Qing's expression grew increasingly grim. (End of Chapter)