I Can See Through Everything-Chapter 570

"You don't understand."

Qixingzi shook his head with a sigh, but did not continue explaining to his disciples. Instead, he raised his head to gaze at the sky, his mind stirring with emotion.

After stepping into the Fifth Tribulation of the Nascent Soul Realm, he felt the boundless breadth of the path of the Divine Soul.

But such realizations could not be explained to his disciples.

The Dao could not be easily imparted. Without truly stepping into that realm, no matter how it was described, it would be difficult to grasp the mysterious profundity within.

The path of the Divine Soul was a lonely road.

Its many mysteries could only be genuinely felt once the realm was reached.

So he understood all the more that the Fifth Tribulation of the Nascent Soul Realm was only the beginning.

Even more unfathomable and boundless realms awaited his exploration and breakthroughs.

Precisely because he sensed the vastness of the Divine Soul path, he truly appreciated the saying, “Beyond the heavens, there are greater heavens.”

In the Tianyuan Great World, a cultivator at the Fifth Tribulation of the Nascent Soul Realm might be considered a top-tier expert.

But that was only on the surface.

He did not believe that in this ancient world, which had existed for countless millennia, no one had ever gone further down the path of the Divine Soul.

Those ancient monsters were likely hidden away in seclusion, cultivating in the shadows.

Even the Sacred Tianxu Mountain was abnormally mysterious. He himself had never ventured into its true depths, nor had he uncovered its inner secrets.

With such a divine mountain, he certainly did not believe that his Fifth Tribulation cultivation alone was enough to claim it as his own.

If he dared to do so, perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he suffered a heavenly punishment.

Thinking of this, Qixingzi turned to his disciples and said, "I’ve only recently made my breakthrough, and will need considerable time to enter seclusion and consolidate my realm.

I can no longer manage the affairs of Tianxu City.

Beidou, as my chief disciple, today I pass the position of City Lord of Tianxu City to you."

These words shocked all the disciples—not only them, but even Beidou himself cried out anxiously, “Master…”

“My decision is final. Say no more.”

Qixingzi cut him off.

Then he raised two fingers like a sword. A vast and mighty Sword Intent surged out from his body and struck the sheer cliff face of the great mountain ahead.

“It’s here!”

Watching silently within Qixingzi’s body, Lu Qing’s spirit stirred.

He focused all his attention, comprehending Qixingzi’s myriad applications of Sword Intent.

As Lu Qing closed his eyes and absorbed the legacy within that illusory space…

In the real world, above the viewing peak, a massive flying vessel slowly approached.

A powerful pressure descended, waking the cultivators on the platform from their meditations.

"Who dares be so domineering?"

The startled crowd looked up with irritation.

Then, most of them turned pale.

Carved prominently on the outer hull of that massive flying vessel was a recognizable symbol.

"It's the Overlord Clan!"

Seeing that brazen, domineering emblem, those who had been ready to flare up quickly swallowed their anger.

They had no choice. The Overlord Clan was one of the Thirty-Six High Clans of the Tianyuan Great World—and ranked among the top five aristocratic families.

Their foundation and strength were on par with the most elite sects in the world.

They weren’t people grassroots cultivators or members of minor sects could afford to provoke.

“The Overlord Clan actually came too!”

Senior Sister Ye and her group were also roused by the flying vessel’s aura and were equally shocked.

The territory of the Overlord Clan was far from the Tianshu Continent, yet they had made the journey here.

“There are rumors that members of the Overlord Clan act as overbearingly as their name implies. Now that I’ve seen them, it’s clearly true.”

Senior Sister Ye and the others whispered to each other using Divine Soul Transmission.

They had no intention of getting angry either.

The Overlord Clan was ranked among the top five of the Thirty-Six High Clans, and their cultivation power surpassed even that of the Qiankun Sect by a considerable margin.

As everyone was stunned by the arrival of the Overlord Clan’s flying vessel, more than ten figures flew out from it.

“So these are the legendary sword markings that contain the legacy of a Fifth Tribulation Nascent Soul sword cultivator?”

A tall, elegant youth with starry brows and sword-like eyes gazed at the inscriptions on the distant mountain with bright eyes.

“A mere Fifth Tribulation sword legacy. I bet your Heavenly Sword Sect has plenty of those, right, Brother Shen?”

Another man—brawny, broad-shouldered, and over six feet tall—chuckled.

“Brother Batian, that’s not quite right. Those who reach the Fifth Tribulation are peerless experts with unmatched divine powers.

The legacies they leave behind are extremely rare and precious.

Though our Heavenly Sword Sect does possess several Nascent Soul-level sword legacies from our ancestral forebears, ones of the Fifth Tribulation caliber are still few.

Obtaining another would greatly enrich our sect’s foundation.”

The youth with starry brows and sword-like eyes shook his head.

“Then you’d best study it well. With your sword talent, the Sword Intent in those carvings shouldn’t pose much of a challenge.”

The brawny man offered loud praise.

“The Sword Dao of a Fifth Tribulation expert is hardly easy to comprehend. I’m just eager to try,” the youth replied modestly.

But the smile on his face revealed that he very much enjoyed the compliment.

“Let’s head down and find you a good spot to meditate, Brother Shen.”

The brawny man casually stored the massive flying vessel and flew down first.

Once he landed on the platform, his gaze swept across the area. He paused briefly when he saw Senior Sister Ye and her group in a corner…

But then his eyes moved on.

Eventually, he focused on a middle-aged man in a black robe, thin and somber.

“Your spot isn’t bad. Give it up.”

Instantly, all eyes turned toward that man.

Senior Sister Ye and her companions recognized him—it was the same man who had earlier scorned them for being noisy.

Their eyes now carried a hint of schadenfreude.

That arrogant attitude from before—let’s see how tough he acts now that he’s up against the Overlord Clan.

Under everyone’s gaze, the black-robed man’s face flushed red.

He wanted to get angry, but facing Batian’s gaze, a chill ran through his heart.

In the end, after his face cycled through red and blue, he snorted coldly, donned a frosty expression, and turned into a streak of light as he left.

Even the cultivators nearby quickly stood up and cleared out, making space.

Batian smiled at their good sense.

Then he gestured invitingly. “Brother Shen, please.”

“No need to go this far, Brother Batian.”

The youth with starry brows sighed.

But he didn’t refuse, and sat right where the black-robed man had been.

“All right, the rest of you—go find your own places and start comprehending.”

“Yes, sir!”

The dozen or so members of the Overlord Clan responded in unison and took seats in a meditative circle around the area.

As they quieted down to comprehend the sword inscriptions, the platform once again returned to calm.

But aside from the Overlord Clan, no one else could continue cultivating in peace.

Everyone watched Batian and the others cautiously.

Even Senior Sister Ye and her group were no exception.

"Senior Sister, I didn't expect not only the Overlord Clan to show up, but even people from the Heavenly Sword Sect as well," Chu Xiaojing transmitted quietly to her fellow disciples, her voice tinged with awe.

"That brawny man called Batian should be one of the direct-line Dao disciples of the current Overlord Clan generation.

Not only did he condense a flawless Superior Golden Core refined through nine tribulations of thunder,

but it's said that over ten years ago, he had already broken through to the Seventh Transformation and stepped into the late-stage of the Golden Core Realm.

Now, more than a decade has passed. Who knows what stage he’s reached?

Perhaps the Eighth Transformation… or even the Ninth Transformation, the peak of the Golden Core Realm,” said Zixiao, clad in purple robes, also visibly shocked.

"And that youth he called Brother Shen is likely Shen Zangfeng—the Heavenly Sword Sect disciple hailed as the most outstanding in the past thousand years," added Senior Sister Ye with a solemn Divine Soul transmission.

“Shen Zangfeng is one of the twelve direct-line inner sect disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

It’s said he has truly begun mastering the [Hidden Heaven Sword Canon] of the sect, and his cultivation is profoundly deep.

Back when he joined the sect, he spent less than thirty years to pass through nine thunder tribulations and condense a flawless Superior Golden Core.

He stunned the cultivation world and made his name far and wide.

Now, decades have gone by. His cultivation must have reached the late stage of the Golden Core Realm.

And being a sword cultivator, his offensive prowess is unmatched.

In terms of pure attack strength, he’s likely even stronger than other flawless Golden Core cultivators!”

“To think that even the distant Overlord Clan and Heavenly Sword Sect would send people here…

And not just anyone, but monstrous prodigies like Batian and Shen Zangfeng...

It seems the secret realm soon to emerge from the Sacred Tianxu Mountain is far more extraordinary than we imagined!”

A mixture of shock and heaviness weighed on Senior Sister Ye and her companions.

There was no helping it—both the Overlord Clan and the Heavenly Sword Sect were immense powers within the Tianyuan Great World.

Compared to them, the Qiankun Sect was several tiers below.

And the thought that even Batian and Shen Zangfeng might enter the secret realm…

Made their hearts clench with unease.

Against such monstrous Golden Core experts, would they truly have a chance to seize any fortune?

"Even Batian and Shen Zangfeng came…" Daoist Wubao, standing nearby, was equally stunned.

He had never expected that the disturbance at Sacred Tianxu Mountain would attract geniuses of such terrifying caliber.

“It seems the secret realm nurtured by the Sacred Tianxu Mountain must be extremely unusual.

When the time comes, it’s best to be cautious—just stick to the outskirts with Fellow Daoist Chen and look for some edge opportunities. Don’t venture deep,” Daoist Wubao resolved silently.

The sudden arrival of the Overlord Clan had delivered quite a blow to the Qiankun Sect disciples.

And at that moment, Chu Xiaojing suddenly said, “Huh? Brother Chen still hasn’t woken up?”

Everyone turned to look and saw Lu Qing still seated with his eyes closed, his expression peaceful, clearly still in deep meditation.

It was only now that they realized—they truly hadn’t heard a single sound from Lu Qing when the Overlord Clan arrived.

Which meant he had been meditating the entire time, completely undisturbed by the commotion outside.

Realizing this, everyone felt a deep respect.

No wonder he was called Fellow Daoist Chen—his Dao Heart was astonishingly firm. Even in such a situation, he remained calm and at ease in cultivation.

Just then, the little beast Xiaoli, nestled in Lu Qing’s arms, suddenly lifted its head, a warning gleam in its eyes.

Chu Xiaojing and the others froze, a chill running down their spines.

They looked at Xiaoli in shock and uncertainty.

They were certainly no strangers to this spirit beast.

Ever since they’d first met Lu Qing, it had either been perched on his shoulder, napping on his head, or curled up in his arms.

Lu Qing doted on it greatly, taking it wherever he went.

Even someone like Chu Xiaojing had long been enchanted by Xiaoli’s adorable appearance.

However, the little beast had always been cold and aloof, never paying attention to any of them.

Chu Xiaojing had tried many times to approach Xiaoli, but all in vain.

Although Xiaoli looked unusual and intelligent…

Chu Xiaojing and the others had always just assumed it was an especially cute but ordinary spirit beast.

They never felt that it possessed any real power.

But now, as Xiaoli’s gaze turned stern and warning...

A sudden chill gripped them from within—and they were all startled.

Could it be that this seemingly harmless little beast was actually an astonishingly powerful creature?

Because Xiaoli’s cultivation was hidden, Senior Sister Ye and the others couldn’t see through it, and they glanced at one another in shock.

Even Daoist Wubao was startled once more.

Over the past days traveling with Lu Qing, he had certainly noticed the little beast.

But in his eyes, aside from its clear intelligence, it hadn’t seemed particularly unusual.

And yet just now, when Xiaoli raised its head with that warning glare—even he felt a sliver of wariness.

In that instant, he realized: all this time, he had misjudged it.

This little creature that spent most of its days sleeping in Lu Qing’s arms was far from ordinary.

Seeing that Senior Sister Ye and the others had been cowed into not disturbing Lu Qing,

Xiaoli finally retracted its gaze and resumed its harmless, cute appearance.

But this scene only solidified their thoughts.

This colorfully furred little beast that always dozed in Fellow Daoist Chen’s arms… was definitely no ordinary spirit pet!

As their emotions stirred—

Suddenly, their bodies tensed again.

A surge of terrifying Sword Intent exploded beside them.

It was so overwhelming, everyone felt their bodies chill.

Senior Sister Ye and the others turned abruptly, only to see that the fearsome Sword Intent was radiating from none other than Shen Zangfeng.