Lu Qing’s Divine Thought Avatar walked leisurely through the starry sky, with the space beneath his feet constantly twisting and fluctuating. With each step, he crossed billions of miles.
The starry sky was vast, with countless stars and a dazzling display.
But Lu Qing was not in the mood to admire these sights; his gaze was fixed ahead, towards the location marked by the Netherworld Palace intelligence.
Before long, he had already arrived near his target.
Ahead was a Small World, quietly suspended in the starry sky.
The Small World was not large, only about one-tenth the size of an ordinary Life Realm, but at this moment it was emitting a faint black energy.
The black energy seeped out from the cracks in the world membrane like strands of thread, winding around the world, appearing quite strange at first glance.
Lu Qing hovered in the starry sky, gazing at the Small World from afar.
According to the information given by the Netherworld Palace, this Small World was the site of a Sub-Temple of the Black and White Temple.
As a top power in the starry sky, the Black and White Temple naturally had a substantial range, spanning several Immortal Domains, with Sub-Temples distributed everywhere.
This Small World was located relatively secluded, far from the core areas of major forces, making it suitable for probing news without alerting enemies.
He quietly sensed for a moment in the starry sky, carefully savoring the aura emanating from that Small World.
The aura was cold, violent, filled with destructive desire, bearing some resemblance to the Power of Darkness he sensed in the Dark Abyss, yet somewhat different.
The power in the Dark Abyss was older, deeper, and purer.
While the power within this Small World seemed more like a diluted version of that power, mixed with other elements.
Lu Qing had made up his mind.
The next moment, his aura suddenly changed.
The originally peaceful and restrained aura receded like a tide, replaced by a sinister and violent demonic aura.
The demonic aura was eerie, entirely different from his true self, yet pletely consistent with the aura emanating from the Small World.
This was the ability of his Perfect Primordial Spirit.
Lu Qing’s Primordial Spirit possessed the ability to change shape and form limitlessly.
He could freely alter his aura, simulating any power he had encountered.
Now, as he intended to enter the Small World for investigation, he had to change his aura to avoid alerting anyone.
Feeling the "demonic aura" appearing on him, Lu Qing nodded in satisfaction.
The simulation of the demonic aura was extremely perfect, indistinguishable from the aura he had sensed moments ago.
Even if there was a Unity Realm Stage cultivator standing before him, as long as they didn’t take action, they might not spot any flaws.
Lu Qing did not delay further, taking a step forward.
Spatial fluctuations arose, and his figure instantly disappeared into the starry sky.
Upon reappearing, he had already traversed the world membrane of the Small World, entering its interior.
Given his current spatial achievement, he could freely move in and out even of a Great World; a mere Small World’s world membrane was naturally unable to stop him.
The thin barrier in front of him was like a curtain of water, easily passed through.
However, after entering the Small World, Lu Qing’s brow furrowed.
This Small World had already changed pletely.
The sky was gray, without sun, moon, or stars.
The ground was black, with no vegetation, only cracked chasms everywhere.
The air was filled with dense demonic aura, which seemed almost solid; inhaling a breath felt like the internal organs were burning.
But what concerned Lu Qing more was the resentment mixed into the demonic aura.
The resentment was so thick, it was almost tangible.
It permeated the heavens and the earth, everywhere, as if countless living creatures were wailing, crying, and cursing.
The resentment was bone-deep, unsettling, even making a Unity Realm Stage powerhouse like Lu Qing feel disfort.
This Small World had been fully demonized.
The World Origin was polluted, the Heaven and Earth Rules distorted, and Spiritual Energy utterly consumed.
It had transformed into an environment uninhabitable for ordinary people; even cultivators below the Primordial Spirit Realm entering would quickly have their Divine Soul and Physical Body corrupted by the demonic aura, leading to heart demons, and ultimately, being monsters obsessed only with slaughter.
Lu Qing’s expression turned grim.
Though he had long anticipated that the Sub-Temple of the Black and White Temple would not be a good place.
But when truly witnessing this scene, he couldn’t help but have a flicker of killing intent in his heart.
He could discern that the resentment in this world was caused by countless living creatures undergoing unimaginable torture.
Before they were killed, they must have been subjected to extremely cruel treatment.
Their pain and despair, along with their vast hatred, had transformed into this dense resentment, saturating the heavens and the earth.
In other words, just this single Sub-Temple had harmed an unknown number of living creatures.
And that was merely one of the many Sub-Temples of the Black and White Temple.
With killing intent arising at this thought, Lu Qing no longer bothered with slow investigation.
His Divine Thought swept across, instantly enveloping the whole Small World.
He sensed several places with unusual fluctuations, one of which had the most concentrated resentment, almost solidifying.
That place was the core location of this Small World.
Lu Qing’s figure vanished from where he was and directly headed towards the direction of the thickest resentment.
An instant later, he stood before a white mountain.
However, as his gaze fell upon the white mountain, his gaze involuntarily sharpened.
The mountain was very tall, reaching thousands of feet, towering on the black plain, remarkably conspicuous.
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