I Can See Through Everything-Chapter 610

When Lu Qing took stock of his surroundings, he found himself in a space of staggering size.

It resembled a grand hall—vast and empty. Towering walls surrounded him on all sides, the floor was paved with enormous, timeworn stone slabs, and the ceiling loomed thousands of zhang above his head.

The entire hall exuded an ancient and boundless aura.

But what truly drew Lu Qing’s attention were the murals carved into the surrounding walls.

These murals were colossal, each depicting a towering figure.

Every figure stood over a thousand zhang tall. Compared to them, Lu Qing was no more than an ant.

Strangely, every figure’s face was obscured, as if wrapped in mist, rendering their appearances indistinct.

Their shapes varied wildly and differed greatly from the Human race, clearly not ordinary living beings.

The more Lu Qing tried to peer through the mist, the denser it seemed to grow. Eventually, even the outlines of the figures began to blur.

It was as if some law or rule was deliberately preventing him from seeing the figures clearly or comprehending the content of the engravings.

Yet, that only piqued Lu Qing’s curiosity further.

He immediately activated his Spiritual Powers and focused on one of the murals.

Before long, a string of words surfaced from within the carving.

[Witch Tribe Stone Engraving: A stone engraving left behind by an ancient Witch Tribe expert.]

[This engraving records some ancient events of the Witch Tribe.]

[It has been imbued with the power of laws by a mighty being. Without reaching a sufficient cultivation level, one cannot see the true faces of the figures.]

…

After reading those lines, Lu Qing couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

He had assumed that the mysterious aura of the murals indicated hidden secrets or a legacy.

But in the end, they were merely historical records, noting some ancient events involving the Witch Tribe.

As expected, not every legacy left behind by a great power contained inheritances.

Now that he understood the murals’ secrets, Lu Qing’s interest waned considerably.

Still, he continued studying them.

Although the fog concealed much, as he observed longer, Lu Qing began to glean some rough ideas.

The murals appeared to recount the origin of the Witch Tribe—dating back to the era when the world had not yet taken form and still existed in chaos.

Later, the Witch Tribe emerged, dominating vast territories with overwhelming power and enslaving countless living beings.

Eventually, other beings rebelled against the oppression, sparking a massive war between the Dao and the Witches.

After the war, the Witch Tribe declined while the Daoist forces rose to power, seizing the territories once held by the Witches.

At that point, the narrative ended abruptly.

Much of the imagery was veiled by mist, obscuring many details. Lu Qing could only grasp the general outline.

Even if he could see everything clearly, he wouldn’t take it as absolute truth.

After all, the murals were created by a mighty Witch Tribe cultivator, and the recorded events were surely biased in their favor.

Who could say how much had been embellished or distorted?

So he simply regarded it as a story, not something worth dwelling on.

These were events from a distant past—tens of thousands of years ago, perhaps. The Witch Tribe had long since vanished, perhaps even extinct.

Looking around, he realized the vast hall was empty. There was no sign of the others who had entered earlier.

Lu Qing began exploring the hall. After a full circuit, he finally found a clue.

In the center of the hall was a large circular formation, inscribed with teleportation runes and faintly pulsing with spatial energy.

“So that’s it. Those cultivators must have used this teleportation array to go elsewhere.”

Lu Qing nodded thoughtfully. It seemed the real trial lay beyond this place.

He examined the array with his Spiritual Powers and, finding no danger, stepped onto it while holding Xiaoli.

The next instant, light flared. Familiar spatial energy enveloped him, and both Lu Qing and Xiaoli vanished from the hall.

When they reappeared, they were in a new space.

“Hm?”

Lu Qing immediately noticed something strange. His body suddenly felt much heavier.

The gravity in this space was dozens of times stronger than in the outer Secret Realm.

He instinctively activated his Earth Vein Magnetism to offset the pressure, but found it ineffective.

This heaviness came not from the environment, but from the rules governing the space itself—Earth Vein Magnetism alone couldn’t counter it.

Realizing this, Lu Qing gave up on pointless attempts.

Fortunately, both he and Xiaoli had exceptionally strong bodies. Even with such intense gravity, they could move with little hindrance.

“Xiaoli, do you sense anything?”

“Not at the moment,” Xiaoli replied, shaking her head.

“No treasure nearby, huh…”

They were now in a realm akin to a small world.

All around was a desolate wilderness, devoid of life. In the far distance—over a thousand li away—rose a towering mountain, like a pillar supporting the heavens.

“Looks like that’s our destination.”

Carrying Xiaoli, Lu Qing employed his Phantom Movement Technique and dashed toward the distant peak.

But as he moved, he felt another difference.

Using Dao techniques to travel here consumed Spiritual Power at a rate dozens of times higher than in the Secret Realm.

And even there, traveling by Dao techniques was already extremely draining.

Even with his Perfect Golden Core, Lu Qing felt the strain.

However, he noticed that relying on physical strength didn’t cause such excessive consumption.

At once, he ceased using Spiritual Power and switched to pure physical movement.

Though it was slower, the reduced consumption was worth it.

Boom!

His foot struck the ground. With tremendous force, Lu Qing’s figure shot forward, leaving a trail of afterimages as he raced toward the towering mountain.

After covering several hundred li, he abruptly stopped.

Ahead, he spotted a group of more than ten cultivators seated on the ground, resting and recovering.

Their faces were unfamiliar, and Lu Qing had no idea which sect they belonged to.

“Him?!”

The group had sensed his approach. When they opened their eyes and saw Lu Qing, they were stunned.

Though Lu Qing didn’t recognize them, they certainly knew him.

Just a few days ago, he had slain nearly a hundred Golden Core Realm beasts and single-handedly subdued elite disciples from several major sects, including the Lanhai Sect and Xuanyuan Sect. That scene was still vivid in their minds.

To see this fearsome figure arrive behind them now—they were not just shocked, but deeply alarmed.

They had personally witnessed him robbing Yu Dahai’s group.

Afraid he might do the same to them, they tensed up instinctively.

But they were clearly overthinking it. Lu Qing had no interest in dealing with them.

He simply glanced at them, stepped forward, and continued on his way.

Seeing that Lu Qing hadn’t attacked, the group let out a collective sigh of relief.

They watched his receding figure with mixed awe and admiration.

“Never thought he’d enter the Ancient Tower too. He really does have the strength to challenge it alone.”

“To be honest, what’s strange is that he only just entered. With his power, why waste time hunting those beasts?”

“Those beasts must’ve held some great secret. Too bad we couldn’t unravel it.”

“Having a strong body is a blessing. In this space, traveling consumes too much Spiritual Power. We spent an entire day just reaching this spot. But look at him—he’ll probably reach the mountain in less than half that time.”

“We’ve only got so many spirit stones and pills left. Better to move slowly than waste everything here. Without Spiritual Power, just this gravity would crush us.”

“Exactly. Better safe than sorry.”

As they chatted, Lu Qing’s silhouette had long since disappeared. They were about to resume meditating when one of them froze.

“Did you hear something?”

“What did you say, Old Mo?”

Everyone looked his way—then their expressions changed. They too sensed something.

A sinister aura was rising from beneath the ground.

Before they could react, the earth suddenly split open. A streak of white light shot out and slashed across Old Mo’s body.

In that instant, his expression froze. His Life Force rapidly dissipated.

His body split down the middle, falling into two bloody halves. The stench of blood filled the air.

“What the hell was that?!”

The group panicked, instantly summoning their artifacts to shield themselves.

No one dared talk about conserving Spiritual Power anymore. Fearfully, they watched the ground beneath them.

Old Mo had been a Golden Core Sixth Transformation expert—yet he had been killed in a single instant, his vitality completely extinguished.

What was that white light?

But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t sense anything underground.

They only felt a murderous intent surging beneath them, moving swiftly.

Swish!

Just as they braced themselves, the ground split open again. Another streak of white light shot toward a Golden Core cultivator.

“Go!”

This time, the cultivator reacted in time.

With a focused thought, his carefully refined flying sword shot out to intercept the white light.

Clang!

The sword struck the light dead on. A clear ring echoed, and the white light was knocked back into the air, finally revealing its true form.

Everyone stared in shock.

“A… mantis?!”

Indeed, it was a mantis-like beast.

It was about the length of a human arm, far more grotesque than any normal mantis.

Its long scythe-like forelimbs gleamed with a chilling light. Just looking at them made one feel as if their soul was being sliced apart.

Only now did everyone realize the white light they’d seen earlier had been its blade-like forelimbs.

“Kill it! Avenge Old Mo!”

Once the creature’s identity was known, the group erupted in fury.

The beast was only at the early Golden Core stage, yet it had slain one of their own in a sneak attack—unforgivable.

In an instant, over ten Golden Core cultivators unleashed their techniques and artifacts upon it.

Though the beast dodged with astonishing speed, it couldn’t avoid everything.

In the end, despite its tough body, it was shredded by the furious barrage and died with a shrill screech.

“Damn it. This space really is dangerous. We let our guard down, and Old Mo died such a pointless death.”

A late-stage Golden Core cultivator looked mournfully at the corpse.

The others fell silent.

They had been in this space for an entire day.

Throughout that time, they’d encountered no threats and had grown complacent.

Now, their lapse had cost a comrade his life.

“Enough. This isn’t the time to mourn. Anyone brave enough to enter this tower must be prepared to die. Let’s gather Old Mo’s remains and move on.”

Hearing this, the others steadied themselves.

At their level, they had long since become accustomed to death.

Though saddened, they wouldn’t retreat because of it.

Just as they moved to collect Old Mo’s body, their faces changed again.

A surge of murderous aura suddenly erupted from beneath the earth—vast and overwhelming—racing toward them at terrifying speed.

“Damn! That mantis had companions! Its death cry was a summons—run!”

The late-stage Golden Core cultivator reacted instantly, shouting as he activated his artifact and darted aside.

The rest did the same, scattering in all directions in a desperate bid to escape.

The moment they moved, the ground beneath where they had stood exploded.

Dozens of zhang-wide cracks tore open, releasing hundreds of streaks of white light.

Old Mo’s body was instantly obliterated, not a scrap left behind.

The white lights then turned and surged toward the fleeing cultivators.

“We’re finished…”

The late-stage Golden Core cultivator looked back.

At least several dozen white lights were targeting him alone. His face turned pale with despair.

…

“Xiaoli, what is it?”

Lu Qing, still traveling, noticed Xiaoli climb onto his shoulder and peer behind them.

“I’ve got a bad feeling. It’s coming from back there.”

“A bad feeling?”

Lu Qing tried sensing it too.

But in this strange realm, their Divine Soul perception was heavily restricted. He couldn’t detect anything unusual.

“Did something happen to those people we saw earlier?” he wondered aloud.

But after some thought, he decided not to turn back.

Anyone who dared enter the tower had already staked their life.

Lu Qing wasn’t the type to meddle in others’ affairs.

Besides, he had already traveled over a hundred li. If anything had happened, it would be too late to help anyway.

So, after a brief pause, Lu Qing pressed on.

He ran toward the towering mountain without looking back. About an hour later, he finally arrived at the foot of the peak.