I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1344 - 816: Schemes and Plots, All Sides Converge
Previously on I Can See Through All Things' Information...
"That's right, but based on the Primordial Spirit Realm assassin's account, those formations are genuinely horrifying and seamlessly fused with the terrain; he barely had the guts to get near them.
As a result, he has no clue about what's precisely concealed inside the formation."
The black-robed elder gave a concise explanation before inquiring, "Supreme Elder, could that individual be concealed there?"
"Difficult to tell." The white-haired elder reflected briefly, "The Heavenly Origin Great World boasts an ancient legacy, harboring numerous mysteries; it might not be that person's sanctuary."
As one of the most expansive Great Worlds in the Great Origin Immortal Domain by nature, the Heavenly Origin Great World has endured for an exceedingly long time.
From antiquity, it has lingered amidst the celestial bodies.
It harbors countless enigmas, some so profound that even Unity Realm Stage experts struggle to comprehend them.
Leaving aside other matters, the Tianshu Divine Mountain alone is profoundly enigmatic.
Upon entering the Heavenly Origin Great World, the white-haired elder once attempted to probe it, yet even with his Divine Thought Avatar, he encountered great difficulty in penetrating further and unveiling its true secrets.
Hence, the presence of certain strange concealed zones is entirely expected.
"So, Supreme Elder, what course of action should we take? Shall we dispatch someone to examine that region?" The black-robed elder questioned.
"Unnecessary." The white-haired elder responded without delay, "Whether or not it's that person's hideout, we must refrain from further investigation."
Should it prove to be Lu Qing’s seclusion spot, any probing by their Netherworld Palace might spark misconceptions and result in far greater harm than benefit.
The white-haired elder had no desire to clash with Lu Qing.
After contemplating for a bit, he instructed, "Devise a method to pass this intelligence to Mo Cangtian, but take care to avoid letting him suspect that we're intentionally feeding him this information."
"Supreme Elder, after several rounds of relayed messages, considering Mo Cangtian’s wary disposition, it could prove tough to evade his suspicions." The black-robed elder wavered.
"It’s fine; if we succeed in fooling him, excellent; if not, no issue. At this point, he's deeply entangled, with no way out—unless he’s willing to watch that person grow in power. In any case, even a slim chance will compel him to pursue the lead."
The white-haired elder never expected his ploy to entirely mislead Mo Cangtian.
After all, the foe matches his own strength, possessing a sharpness of mind that's alarmingly keen.
Yet he remained unconcerned if Mo Cangtian detected his maneuvers.
The instant the adversary set foot in the Heavenly Origin Great World, he was already ensnared.
Everything afterward was merely capitalizing on the circumstances.
Even should Mo Cangtian discern his plots, escape would elude him.
Upon grasping Lu Qing’s alarming prowess, their Black and White Temple could never permit such a dangerous rival to advance unchecked.
"This disciple comprehends."
A shiver ran through the black-robed elder's soul, as he at last grasped the Supreme Elder’s scheme.
He bowed reverently before departing.
"Is that your sanctuary?"
Gazing at the retreating form of the black-robed elder, the white-haired elder's eyes grew profound, and he whispered softly.
"Is what you claim truly accurate?"
Half a month passed, and Mo Cangtian eyed the kneeling demon slave before him, questioning with evident glee.
"Yes, master. We uncovered a massive formation array buried deep under an ancient woodland, spanning no less than a thousand miles.
Yet those formations are utterly daunting, and any typical Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator venturing in would meet certain doom.
Still, this lowly slave is convinced that all those formations were crafted by human means."
The demon slave relayed the details with profound deference.
"If it's buried underground, how exactly did you stumble upon it?"
Mo Cangtian squinted and probed.
"During that moment, a few lowly slaves were questioning a Netherworld Palace Primordial Spirit Realm assassin. As master is aware, the Netherworld Palace's assassins possess vast knowledge and could reveal insights on the Evil Demon.
To our surprise, amid the questioning, that assassin abruptly ignited his Primordial Spirit, shattered the bindings, and escaped.
The few lowly slaves chased him without mercy, until the assassin had no escape and dove into the ground.
We followed with unyielding resolve, witnessing the assassin collide with a formation array and perish instantly from its formidable might.
It was at that point that the few lowly slaves became aware of those formations' presence."
The demon slave recounted the discovery process step by step.
"You clashed with Netherworld Palace members?" Mo Cangtian’s face shifted subtly.
"Master, have we erred?" The demon slave grew uneasy.
"No concern; the Netherworld Palace isn't a threat. Just a single Primordial Spirit Realm assassin lost—they wouldn't dare demand justice from me, would they?" Mo Cangtian dismissed casually.
Mo Cangtian knew the Netherworld Palace's protocols; their assassins assume the risks of their fates. Aside from core descendants, they wouldn't mourn ordinary killers' demises.
Nevertheless, the demon slave’s account ignited a spark of wariness in Mo Cangtian.
Although, per the demon slave, the assassin in desperation burrowed below, unveiling those formations.
Mo Cangtian found it hard to shake the doubt if the Netherworld Palace was subtly guiding them.
The Netherworld Palace had long thrived in the Heavenly Origin Great World, and Mo Cangtian never assumed his deeds could evade their notice.
Linking this to the abrupt intelligence his disciple obtained regarding Lu Qing in the Heavenly Origin Great World.
And now this event, with the demon slave unearthing those formations.
Devoid of proof, Mo Cangtian still perceived an undercurrent of irregularity.
"Netherworld Palace, are you orchestrating this from the shadows? What is your true intent?"
Mo Cangtian’s stare turned enigmatic, a peculiar gleam flickering in his eyes.
Yet, for all his distrust, Mo Cangtian had no plans to forsake this prospect.