I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1296 - 792: Before the Sky Punishment Platform, the Evil Demon Finally Appears!

Within the depths of the Heavenly Prison, chains forged from a magical treasure pierced into the shoulders of the Five Treasure Taoist, rendering his form gaunt and emaciated.

His aura flickered with extreme frailty, scarcely holding onto a faint strand of Vitality.

Footsteps echoed from beyond his cell, prompting the Five Treasure Taoist to raise his head just a fraction.

He realized it must be the appointed hour for his execution, as foretold by that individual the day before.

Memories of the horrifying entity from yesterday, who had embedded a restriction deep within him, flooded his mind, deepening the Five Treasure Taoist's sense of utter hopelessness.

"Finding life in a desperate situation, surviving a great disaster... could I truly hold on until that pivotal instant?"

He reflected on the divination he had cast for himself prior to his capture.

The resulting hexagram had exactly foretold finding life in a desperate situation, surviving a great disaster.

That very prophecy had sustained him through countless years in the lightless, timeless confines of the Holy Alliance's Heavenly Prison.

Yet his moment of execution loomed near, and the restriction imposed by that fearsome being lingered in his body.

No spark of vitality seemed visible to him anymore.

Was it possible that his hexagram had been mistaken?

Overwhelmed by despair, the Five Treasure Taoist felt the iron chains seize him and hoist him upward, sending piercing agony through his shoulders, though his expression barely shifted, and he offered no resistance.

Such suffering had become all too familiar to him by now.

Those chains binding his shoulders formed a vicious magical treasure, one that not only suppressed every bit of his mana but also unleashed bursts of malevolent energy periodically, ravaging his Physical Body along with his Heart and Spirit.

Against the backdrop of torments he had weathered for years, the ache in his shoulders amounted to little more than a trivial sting.

Once dragged from his cell, a veil of darkness enveloped his vision, with an overwhelming void pressing in, leaving him unable to detect a single thing.

He surmised that he had been enclosed within some form of Space Treasure.

Powerless to act, he could only watch as the despair swelling in his heart intensified.

"Is it finally beginning?"

In a modest inn, Lu Qing, who had been seated cross-legged on the bed in deep focus, suddenly parted his eyelids.

He picked up on the rising clamor from the streets, as hordes of cultivators began streaming toward the city's edges.

Judging by the hour, the event was drawing near, so he stepped out of his room and trailed the throng to the city's fringes.

The announcement had specified the execution ground as the Sky Punishment Platform.

This was a dedicated stage employed by the Holy Alliance for meting out justice to unforgivable fiends and criminals.

It perched upon a jagged outcrop of the Heavenly Saint Peak, encircled by a dark, ominous sheen.

Legends whispered that the blood of those vile offenders had soaked and discolored it over time.

Lu Qing merged with the masses at the foot of the Sky Punishment Platform, tilting his gaze upward.

The platform towered several miles high, yet every spectator drawn to this spectacle held at least Golden Core Realm cultivation.

For cultivators of that caliber, such a span posed no barrier; they beheld the scene with perfect clarity.

A substantial crowd had already assembled at the base, even though the scheduled hour hadn't struck.

Thousands boasting Golden Core Realm strength filled the ranks, alongside a notable contingent of Primordial Spirit Realm experts, without counting those still hurrying to join.

This vast Great World, steeped in legacies from untold ages past, brimmed with unyielding depth.

The sheer volume of Golden Core and Primordial Spirit Realm powerhouses eclipsed what one might find in lesser medium or small worlds.

Blending seamlessly to stay unobtrusive, Lu Qing concealed himself amid the gathering.

He detected a multitude of potent auras radiating from within the Heavenly Saint Peak.

Nearby too, countless imposing figures lurked in wait, ready to strike.

Dozens surpassed the Primordial Spirit Five Tribulations alone.

Even those exceeding the Five Tribulations were plentiful.

He faintly caught traces of two ethereal, impenetrable auras drifting about.

Auras so slippery that they eluded even his senses—as one at the Primordial Spirit Eight Tribulations—could only stem from the Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit.

"They've called back the elite guardians of the Human Race, showing me tremendous regard indeed."

Lu Qing remained sharply attuned to his environment.

Though freshly advanced to the Primordial Spirit Eight Tribulations, he had forged a Perfect Primordial Spirit, placing him on an entirely superior plane compared to standard ones.

His Primordial Spirit had transcended into a realm of profound mystery.

Consequently, while Primordial Spirit Realm auras were artfully masked, they failed to slip past his awareness.

Still, Lu Qing raised no fuss, opting instead to bide his time calmly until midday.

"Elder Ce, what do you make of it? Can you spot that Evil Demon skulking in the crowd?"

Atop the Heavenly Saint Peak, Lei Tian posed the question to an old man clad in an Eight Diagrams Taoist Robe.

The Eight Diagrams Elder clutched a Treasure Mirror that reflected the diverse throng of cultivators clustered at the mountain's base.

Lu Qing's silhouette stood out clearly among the images.

However, after probing the mirror with his Heart and Spirit through divination, the elder in the Eight Diagrams Robe—known as Elder Ce—shook his head.

"Down there, even if some have employed artifacts to alter their auras, the Heaven Patrol Mirror reveals no trace of the Evil Demon."

"From what our intel suggests, that Evil Demon excels at aura manipulation; it's no surprise if nothing shows up. Elder Ce, keep your spirits up."

Though a twinge of letdown struck Lei Tian at the words, he masked it and offered encouragement instead.

"Lord Lei, in principle, not even a Supreme Demon Venerable's guise at the Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit could fool the Heaven Patrol Mirror; maybe the Evil Demon isn't among them after all."

Elder Ce paused briefly before issuing his prudent warning.

"Regardless, we can't afford to let our guard down," Lei Tian declared gravely. "The Evil Demon defies all norms; wielding abilities we can't foresee is par for the course."

Elder Ce felt a chill run through him and hastily voiced his assent.

Lately, Lei Tian had been steadily amassing sway across the Holy Alliance through diverse channels, his command solidifying with each passing day.

His very speech now carried an undeniable air of authority.