After Lu Qing shouted, there was no reaction from the figure on the White Jade Throne.
Only the half of the body exuding Demonic Qi continued to release countless monsters without stopping.
These monsters were born from the corpse of Xuanhua, seemingly endless and inexhaustible.
Once born, they surged outward like a tide, joining the vast army of monsters.
Lu Qing quietly watched, already confirming in his heart.
Xuanhua was probably truly fallen.
Otherwise, with his abilities, how could he allow the Power of Darkness to invade his body?
Though the Power of Darkness was strange and strong, the power Xuanhua possessed when alive far surpassed the Transformation Realm. If he were still living, even with just a sliver of Will, it wouldn’t be possible for the Power of Darkness to erode him unimpeded.
And Lu Qing recognized the force that eroded Xuanhua.
The fluctuation of the aura and the strange black color aligned precisely with the force he’d seen the black silhouette wielding in the Broken Jade Illusion.
It was Mo Tian.
The black silhouette known as "Mo Tian," who joined forces with the Blood Demon to besiege Xuanhua—the peerless formidable being.
It seems that in that battle unknown ages ago, Xuanhua eventually couldn’t escape the pursuit.
Just why his corpse appears here remains a mystery.
Did he suffer a mortal injury, fleeing here in the end, fatally wounded, or was his corpse placed here purposefully by soone else?
Lu Qing had no way of knowing.
He quietly looked at the corpse of Xuanhua, his face showing a solemn expression.
Even though he was rely a Divine Thought Avatar, he still retained sensory abilities.
He could clearly sense, even though the opponent had fallen countless years ago, there remains a crisis on the body that made his heart skip anxiously.
It was an instinctive warning.
His Intuition told him that if he rashly offended Xuanhua’s corpse, unimaginable calamity would befall.
Even with his Divine Thought Avatar, the disaster would be hard to withstand.
Qiu Ruofeng and others standing behind him also felt that terrifying aura.
Though their senses weren’t as sharp as Lu Qing’s, they vaguely perceived the frightful nature of the corpse on the throne.
re presence seed as though it were the world’s center, suffocating them Heart and Spirit, making it hard to breathe.
"Mr. Lu..." Qiu Ruofeng struggled to speak, his voice trembling, "What should we do now?"
The few Black Robed n also looked at Lu Qing, eyes filled with anticipation and fear.
In their view, Lu Qing was their only hope.
If Lu Qing had a solution, perhaps they’d still gain sothing.
If even Lu Qing were helpless, then this trip was truly wasted.
Lu Qing was silent for a mont, then said seriously, "It’s best to leave here."
He looked at Qiu Ruofeng and others, his expression solemn.
"This corpse is incredibly dangerous, absolutely mustn’t be touched. Otherwise, even I can’t protect you.
I’m rely a Divine Thought Avatar, so if I fall here, it doesn’t matter.
But you all are different; if your main bodies fall here, the loss will be huge."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Ruofeng and the others’ expressions shifted slightly.
They could also feel the horror of that corpse.
Though holding onto a slim hope, thinking Lu Qing’s Divine Abilities might find a way.
Now hearing Lu Qing say he couldn’t manage it either, they couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
Initially believing that through hardship they finally reached here, paying such a price might land them so reward.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an empty endeavor, leaving them with nothing.
"But..." a Black Robe figure couldn’t help but speak, "we barely made it here..."
Qiu Ruofeng glared at him, sternly saying, "Shut up! Mr. Lu is right, you and I can feel the terror of that corpse.
Such a being, even just the corpse left behind, isn’t sothing we can offend.
If greed is unchecked, we risk losing our lives here."
The man was montarily speechless, not knowing what to say.
The others, though unwilling in their hearts, understood the reason behind Qiu Ruofeng’s words.
After all, Xuanhua was a being far beyond the Transformation Realm, such power, even fallen, left the corpse untouchable by those at the Unity Realm Stage.
If they profaned it forcefully, they wouldn’t even have a place to be buried.
Though they all had contingencies allowing resurrection even if the main body fell.
Yet who could guarantee that the power inherent in Xuanhua’s corpse wouldn’t trace back, obliterating their Divine Thoughts in the outside world too?
After all, the opponent likely transcended the Transformation Realm while living—a supre being.
The power of such beings simply couldn’t be fathod by them.
"Mr. Lu is right, we should leave."
Finally, Qiu Ruofeng sighed and said.
His eyes brimd with unwillingness, yet he knew it was the only choice.
The others, seeing this, hesitated a mont, voiced no opposition, and nodded one after another.
It was no surprise to Lu Qing.
There were no fools among those cultivated to the Unity Realm Stage.
For such matters, even if left unsaid, the likes of Qiu Ruofeng should understand.
As long as they weren’t blinded by greed, losing their senses, they should know the right choice.
So seeing them agree, Lu Qing wasted no ti, turned, and walked away.
The crowd hurriedly followed.
Before leaving, Lu Qing turned back to deeply gaze at the figure seated on the White Jade Throne.
The corpse of "Xuanhua," with half the white body still radiating a bright and vast aura, while the black half continued to emit Demonic Qi, birthing monsters.
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