Chapter 892
Slaughter, Killing Intent Pervades
boom!
After watching the memories of those Black and White Sect disciples, Lu Qing did not hesitate at all and clenched his fist tightly.
Before those figures could even scream, they were crushed by a terrifying force.
Under the shockwave, their bodies instantly turned to dust, leaving not a single drop of blood behind.
At the same moment, the primordial spirit was also crushed into fragments. The shattered light flickered a few times in the darkness like fireflies before completely dissipating.
Not only that, Lu Qing also directly used a curse technique to trace the remaining scattered thoughts of those people.
The invisible power of the curse pierced through the void, crossed layers of space, and instantly killed all those distracting thoughts.
Leaving no room for maneuver, giving no chance of survival.
From that moment on, these disciples of the Black and White Temple perished completely, their deaths beyond any doubt.
Even if there were some secret method for reincarnation or some magical artifact that could save their lives, it wouldn't save them.
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 area beside the blood pool.
Only the foul-smelling blood was still slowly churning and bubbling.
The popping sounds of the bubbles echoing inside the empty bone mountain were particularly jarring.
Lu Qing stood by the blood pool, his robes fluttering without wind, exuding a chilling killing intent.
The killing intent was so tangible that it slightly distorted the surrounding space, and even the surging blood seemed to be suppressed, its surging speed slowed down.
His heart was still boiling with murderous intent, like molten lava churning.
He realized that he had made a mistake in one thing.
Recently, both Qiu Ruofeng from the Netherworld Palace and Guixu Daoist have repeatedly warned him to be careful of the Black and White Temple, saying that this force is not simple and may be hiding a big secret, and that he should not act rashly.
As a result, he became much more cautious, wanting to find out the details of the Black and White View before taking any action, so as not to alert the enemy and put himself in a passive position.
But what he saw today told him that the evil of his black-and-white worldview was even greater than he had imagined.
Their actions have shown no humanity whatsoever.
It was just a branch altar, yet it slaughtered and tormented so many living beings.
This mountain of bones and pool of blood, filled with the resentment that permeates heaven and earth, are all forged from the blood and tears of countless living beings.
Those cultivators who were thrown into the blood pool experienced immense fear and despair before they were 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.
The thought of that feeling is enough to send chills down your spine.
It's hard to imagine what heinous crimes the entire Black and White View Society has committed over the years.
Lu Qing dared not think about it, nor did she want to.
He could even imagine that at this very moment, as he stood by this pool of blood, the same tragedy might be unfolding in other branches of the Black and White Temple.
Cultivators are being thrown into pools of blood, vengeful spirits are being condensed, and innocent beings are being tortured.
Even now, every day he delays, many innocent lives will likely be thrown into the blood pool, just like before, condensed into resentment, and become the resources for these demons' cultivation.
Thinking of this, the killing intent in Lu Qing's eyes intensified.
"I was being too cautious."
Lu Qing shook his head, a hint of self-mockery flashing in his eyes.
Qiu Ruofeng and Guixu Daoren only knew part of his strength, so they naturally advised him not to act impulsively and to accumulate his strength while waiting for the right opportunity.
They didn't know his true strength or his trump cards, so their advice was based on their own understanding.
But doesn't he know that himself?
He now has many trump cards up his sleeve.
His perfect god is formless and shapeless, ever-changing, capable of mimicking any aura and disappearing into any space.
His mastery of spatial manipulation is unparalleled; he can move freely through the stars, hide in spatial crevices, and leave any pursuer far behind.
His natal magic weapon, the Yin-Yang Five Elements Gourd, is a top-grade spiritual artifact, but when it is unleashed, its power is comparable to that of a Dao artifact.
His true form is composed of nine Daos simultaneously, making his strength unfathomable.
He had several methods for saving his life.
His divine consciousness clone was stronger than even veteran Dao Integration Realm cultivators like the old Azure Dragon.
With his current strength and resources, even if a Dao Transformation Immortal appeared, he might not be able to kill him easily.
He didn't believe that there were any Daoist immortals in the Black and White Temple.
If that's the case, then for the past 100,000 years, the Black and White Sect has not been one of the top powers in the surrounding immortal realms.
They probably would have already unified the starry sky, wiped out the righteous forces like the Breaking Heaven Sword Sect and the Void Bright Sect, and become the overlord of this starry sky.
If that's the case, then what does he have to fear?
Instead of investigating so carefully, why not just turn it upside down?
He wanted to see how long the abbot of the Black and White Temple could endure.
With that in mind, Lu Qing no longer hesitated.
He raised his hand, and a beam of white light flew from his palm, landing on the churning pool of blood.
The white light was not dazzling, but rather soft and warm, like the sunshine of early spring.
The moment it fell into the blood pool, it transformed into countless tiny specks of light, spreading in all directions like fireflies dancing in the sky.
The light spot fell into the blood, but instead of being corrupted by the filth, it grew brighter and brighter.
They swam in the pool of blood as if they were alive, searching for something.
The next moment, a strange change occurred.
The incredibly dense resentment in the blood pool began to dissolve rapidly upon contact with the points of light.
The thick, dark red resentment, like ice and snow encountering a raging fire, hissed and dissipated.
But those points of light grew brighter and more numerous.
They gathered together, forming soft beams of light that pierced through the blood and shone into the depths of the blood pool.
Deep within the blood pool dwell 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 have lost their human form and twisted into monsters, while others still retain their appearance from when they were alive, but their faces are distorted and their eyes are full of pain.
They struggle, howl, and tear each other apart in the pool of blood, day after day, year after year, without end.
But when the beams of light shone on them, they suddenly fell silent.
They stopped struggling, stopped wailing, and floated silently in the blood.
The points of light fell upon them, seeped into their souls, and began to purify the resentment within them.
The black threads that entangled their souls were pulled out one by one, and purified strand by strand.
Their souls began to become transparent and pure.
Their faces were no longer distorted and ferocious.
The face that had been twisted by pain and hatred gradually returned to its appearance before death.
Some were young, some were old, some were handsome, and some were ordinary.
Without exception, they all showed a peaceful expression.
It was a look of relief, a look of finally being able to rest.
They raised their heads and looked at Lu Qing.
Those once distorted faces now revealed peaceful expressions. Some were smiling, some were weeping, some were nodding silently, and some were saying something in hushed tones.
Then, they all knelt down and bowed to Lu Qing.
One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...
Countless vengeful spirits rose from the depths of the blood pool, covering the sky and hovering above it, all kneeling in worship to Lu Qing.
The scene was magnificent and awe-inspiring, yet tinged with a sense of sorrow and solemnity.
Lu Qing stood quietly without saying a word.
He knew that these vengeful spirits were thanking him.
Thank him for ending their suffering and giving them relief.
After they knelt and worshipped, the figures of those vengeful spirits began to glow.
The light grew brighter and brighter, like tiny suns illuminating the gray space.
Their bodies gradually became transparent and illusory in the light, and eventually gradually disappeared.
Lu Qing stood there, watching the white light gradually dissipate until the last wisp disappeared into the world.
The blood in the blood pool had become much lighter in color.
The churning bubbles gradually subsided.
The fishy smell in the air was also reduced somewhat.
The blood, which was originally dark red, had turned a dark red color. Although it was still filthy, it was at least no longer so nauseating.
However, despite purifying so many vengeful spirits, Lu Qing received no merit.
He knew in his heart that the very essence of this world had been corrupted.
The will of Heaven has become distorted and demonized; it is no longer the just, impartial, and benevolent Heaven that rewards good and punishes evil.
Such a way of Heaven will not give birth to the light of merit, nor will it bestow any rewards.
However, Lu Qing didn't care about that.
He withdrew his gaze, a thought flashing through his mind.
His body trembled with power, and the aura of all the Great Daos surged forth.
All sorts of profound meanings emerged, forming a terrifying storm of power around him.
The storm spread outwards 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 thought avatar, the surrounding space began to crumble, distort, and collapse.
A fist-sized, jet-black dot appeared in front of him.
The dot was pitch black, as if it could devour everything.
It rotated slowly, emitting an unimaginable suction force.
The suction force 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 absorbed into the dot and instantly vanished into nothingness.
The resentment, demonic energy, and malevolence remaining in the blood were all swallowed up by that dot, leaving not a trace.
That bone mountain also began to crumble.
Countless bones were torn apart by the suction force, turning into dust and being swept into the dots.
The resentment, pain, and hatred that remained in those bones completely dissipated at this moment.
Bone mountains, blood pools, surrounding restrictions, magical runes on the ground, magical energy in the air...
Everything is 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 circumference, and everything around it completely disappeared.
All that remained was a huge, empty pit; nothing was left behind.
The bottom of the pit was filled with black soil, emitting a faint, burnt smell.
That was land that had been corrupted by demonic energy for countless years. Even though the bone mountain and blood pool had disappeared, it would take a very long time to recover.
After Lu Qing destroyed the Bone Mountain and Blood Pool, his figure flickered again.
His divine sense instantly enveloped the entire small world, and all the Black and White Sect disciples who were still in this world had nowhere to hide in his eyes.
Some hid in caves to cultivate, their bodies surging with demonic energy, clearly practicing some kind of demonic art.
Some were patrolling their territory, looking around listlessly.
Some were torturing the captured cultivators, using all sorts of cruel methods in an attempt to force out more resentment.
They came in various forms and had different levels of cultivation, but they all had one thing in common: they exuded a strong demonic aura and had no humanity in their eyes.
Lu Qing did not hesitate and took a step forward.
The next moment, he appeared in a cave. A disciple of the Black and White Temple who was cultivating opened his eyes, but before he could react, he was smashed into dust by a single palm strike.
The disciple died without ever knowing what had happened.
Then he appeared in another place.
He casually crushed the heads of two Black and White Sect disciples who were talking, and their bodies fell to the ground, blood slowly flowing out.
The next moment, he appeared in another place...
In just over ten breaths, Lu Qing had already explored this small world.
All the Black and White Sect disciples who were still in this world were slaughtered by him, leaving not a single one alive.
And just as he had thought, this small world had completely turned into a dead zone.
There were no ordinary living beings, no mortals, no demonic beasts, not even a single bird or insect.
The whole world was lifeless and desolate.
The land corrupted by demonic energy is barren; the polluted water sources are black and foul-smelling; and the destroyed buildings are reduced to ruins.
Those Black and White Sect disciples he killed were the last living beings in this world.
So after killing them all, Lu Qing did not linger.
He took a step and teleported away, leaving this small world.
Only one world, exuding an evil aura, remained, still suspended in the starry sky.
The world was gray and lifeless, slowly rotating in the starry sky.
It may have once nurtured countless lives and was once a thriving civilization.
But now, it is just a huge tomb, a demonized dead zone.
Lu Qing stopped in the starry sky and looked back at that world.
His killing intent did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, it intensified.
Even a small branch forum has become so tragic.
How utterly depraved must the head of the Black and White Temple be?
He stopped thinking about it, turned around, and took a step forward.
Spatial fluctuations arose, and his figure disappeared into the starry sky.
This time, he no longer concealed his presence, no longer acted cautiously, and no longer hesitated.
He blatantly set off towards the next branch of the Black and White Temple, his killing intent palpable.
Since the so-called master of the Black and White Temple has been hiding in his headquarters and refusing to come out, then he will slaughter him until the world turns upside down.
First, we must eradicate all the branch altars of this evil force outside, leaving none behind.
He wanted to see how long that coward could endure. (End of Chapter)