I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1319 - 803: Demon Clan Movements, Major Harvest_2

"Such a colossal event is unfolding among the Human Race..."

The silhouette enveloped in demonic qi pondered with awe deep inside.

He had first spotted the Human Race Holy Alliance's bold proclamation across the world about putting to death over a dozen minor Golden Core Realm cultivators, which struck him as odd, so he dispatched scouts to dig deeper.

To his shock, the probe revealed an earth-shattering revelation.

"Demon Lord, what's our next move?" the female Enchanting Demon inquired.

The silhouette wrapped in demonic qi fell quiet. The details from the Enchanting Demons' reports were overwhelmingly shocking, making it hard for him to judge their authenticity right away.

After a brief pause, he raised his gaze toward the other enthroned figures nearby: "What are your views on this? How should we proceed?"

The remaining silhouettes traded looks, while a flurry of hidden Divine Soul messages buzzed among them.

At last, one silhouette voiced out: "Assuming the intel holds true, this strikes me as a prime chance for our Demon Clan."

"Absolutely, should those Holy Alliance elders truly perish, it marks the Human Race at its most vulnerable. Resurrection or not, their strength would undoubtedly plummet, with no quick path to full restoration!"

"For us Demons, this represents a rare shot every thousand years. Let it slip, and another may never come."

"I concur—we must seize this; at minimum, send out feelers to test."

More enthroned silhouettes joined the chorus.

"Looks like you all align with my own thinking."

Noting this, the demonic qi-shrouded silhouette nodded approvingly.

"Very well, then let's act at once. After so long in uneasy truce, it's high time we gauge the Human Race's true might."

At these words, excitement flared among the demonic qi-clad enthroned figures.

As a Demon Lord, he had carved his path amid endless carnage and bloodshed, harboring a fierce thirst for destruction.

Before, the Human Race's overwhelming might had forced them to leash their instincts and halt the wars.

Yet now, news of the Human Race stripped of top-tier fighters ignited their impatience—how could they hold back?

"Yuan Yi Demon Venerable, allow me to lead as vanguard, the first to clash and measure the Human Race powerhouses' resolve!"

In that instant, a silhouette rose from its throne, saluting and volunteering eagerly.

The demonic qi-shrouded silhouette glanced that way and let out a laugh, "Silent Annihilation Demon Venerable, with such zeal, I name you our spearhead to uncover the Human Race's genuine state from the smokescreen. Don't let me down."

"Understood!" the Silent Annihilation Demon Venerable responded with grave respect.

"Yuan Yi Demon Venerable, even supposing the Human Race elders are gone, a full-scale assault would surely draw Luo Yuantian's intervention—he won't sit by. What's our plan against him?" a voice from another throne pressed worriedly.

"Rest easy on that front," the demonic qi-shrouded silhouette assured. "I'll relay this to 'the King.' Should 'the King' step in, Luo Yuantian poses no threat."

"With 'the King' involved, victory is assured beyond doubt!"

This assurance lit up the faces of the other enthroned figures, easing their tensions.

'The King's' might stands beyond challenge.

No matter Luo Yuantian's prowess, the Great World's limits cap him at best equal to 'the King.'

Held in check by 'the King,' the Human Race—bereft of elite warriors—falls ripe for domination!

Such prospects stirred the Demon Lords to greater fervor, hungering for the fray ahead.

"One more thing—have you uncovered the source of that Evil Demon who massacred the Human Race elders?"

Turning once more, the demonic qi-shrouded silhouette sought details from the female Enchanting Demon.

"To the Demon Lord: No leads. Post-Heavenly Saint Peak, the entity vanished completely, leaving no trail."

The demonic qi-shrouded silhouette realized such a formidable force couldn't belong to their Demon Clan.

Far more probable: an outsider to the Heavenly Origin Great World.

Quite possibly a Unity Realm powerhouse drifting through the stars.

With their agents' capabilities, tracking such a force proved impossible, of course.

What misdeeds had the Human Race and Demon Clan committed to rouse this butcher?

Yet the entity's identity mattered little; what counted was its enmity toward the Human Race.

A foe's foe makes an ally.

Thus, in wiping out the Human Race, the Demon Clan might even forge ties with this power.

Toward a potential Unity Realm entity, the demonic qi-shrouded silhouette maintained deep respect.

Success here would yield him immense gains, no question.

These notions heightened his eagerness for what lay ahead.

...

Lu Qing remained oblivious to the swirling schemes beyond.

Even aware, it wouldn't faze him.

At his present power level, so long as he stayed inside the Great World, any turmoil could be quashed with ease.

Perched upon the lucky clouds, Lu Qing's mind and soul, empowered by the Superpower, pressed on with analyzing and grasping the [Ziwei Fate Scripture].

He had already delved deeply into this Divine Strange Technique.

Vaguely, he sensed a profoundly enigmatic Dao Rhythm Breath emanating from the Sea of Laws.

Still, each bid to fully seize that rhythmic essence left him grasping at voids, forever out of reach.

Like a distant illusion, visible yet forever beyond touch.

Lu Qing recognized that essence as the long-sought Dao Rhythm Breath of the Cause and Effect Path.

Far from frustration, a spark of joy stirred within him.

It confirmed his footing on the true way.

Persistent deduction and insight would one day let him seize that breath, finally brushing the arcane Cause and Effect Path.

Cultivation's hours always race past unnoticed.

Upright on the auspicious clouds, Lu Qing immersed in the Cultivation Technique, and a full day whisked away in moments.

Throughout, not a single Demon Clan member ventured skyward to challenge him.

Abruptly, Lu Qing detected a potent aura bursting forth.

His eyes snapped open to the Golden-Eyed Middle-aged Man's form materializing nearby, gaze fixed on him with shifting emotions.

"So, planning to make a move on me?" Lu Qing remarked steadily. "Too bad—the prime moment has passed you by."

The Golden-Eyed Middle-aged Man's eyes narrowed sharply.

Observing Lu Qing in cultivation, temptation had indeed gripped him to strike.

But the instant the urge surfaced, an icy dread flooded his core.

His gut warned that any action would unleash irreversible chaos.

So he clamped down on his murderous impulse.

Clearly, Lu Qing had been probing his intent.

Had he yielded earlier, catastrophe might have followed.

"Fellow, just jesting—I'd never harbor such notions."

The Golden-Eyed Middle-aged Man grinned, flinging two Storage Bags his way.

"Your requested goods are here. The golden one holds three hundred thousand Top-grade Spirit Stones plus one hundred Supreme Spirit Stones. The second carries that dim-witted Gold Lion's tribute, gratitude for your mercy in letting him live."

Lu Qing caught the Storage Bags, his Primordial Spirit Power sweeping through to confirm contents.

He paid no heed to the man's chatter.

The absence of those Demon Kings aligned with his foresight.

Who, facing a life-taker, wouldn't flee to safety?

Quickly, Lu Qing wrapped up his check.

The golden Storage Bag's Spirit Stones tallied exactly as the Golden-Eyed Middle-aged Man described.

The other held a hefty sum too: over ten thousand Top-grade Spirit Stones and five Supreme ones.

Evidently, the Golden Lion Emperor proved wise, proffering generous amends.

A pleased look crossed Lu Qing's features.

This haul of Spirit Stones dwarfed his ask from Luo Yuantian, swelling by a hefty ten thousand Top-grade ones.

The intent, naturally, to probe the Demon Clan's willingness to pay.

Results showed Spirit Stones plentiful, ever more to extract.

"Fellow, does everything add up?"

The Golden-Eyed Middle-aged Man asked, eyeing Lu Qing's reaction.

"Spot on, without flaw. You've shown good faith, so I'll match it—the slate between me and the Demon Clan is wiped clean. Farewell for now, friend."

Spirit Stones secured, Lu Qing saw no reason to delay.

Heart light with gain, he saluted the Golden-Eyed Middle-aged Man before his mind and soul stirred, birthing spatial waves that erased his presence in a flash.

In the same breath, the Golden-Eyed Middle-aged Man's expression darkened abruptly.