Chapter 1507: Chapter 891: Purification

They moved like living creatures, swimming in the blood pool, searching for something.

The next moment, a peculiar change occurred.

The incredibly dense resentful aura in the blood pool began to rapidly dissolve upon encountering those light spots.

The thick black-red resentful aura evaporated and dissipated, like ice and snow meeting a blazing fire, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

And those light spots grew brighter and more numerous.

They gathered together, forming gentle beams of light, penetrating the blood, shining towards the depths of the blood pool.

Deep in the blood pool, there were countless resentful spirits.

They were transformed from deceased cultivators who had been thrown into the blood pool, their souls trapped within, forever unable to transcend.

Some had lost their human form, twisted into monsters, while others retained their pre-death appearance, but their faces were distorted, eyes filled with pain.

They struggled, wailed, and tore at each other in the blood pool, day after day, year after year, without end.

But when those beams of light touched them, they suddenly fell quiet.

They stopped struggling, stopped wailing, quietly floating in the blood.

The light spots landed on them, seeping into their souls, beginning to purify the resentful aura upon them.

The black threads entwining their souls were plucked out one by one, purified strand by strand.

Their souls began to turn transparent and pure.

Their faces were no longer twisted and grotesque.

Faces once contorted by pain and hatred gradually reverted to their pre-death appearances.

Some young, some old, some handsome, some ordinary.

But without exception, they all showed a serene expression.

It was an expression of liberation, one of finally being able to rest.

They lifted their heads, looking at Lu Qing.

Those formerly twisted faces now showed serene expressions.

Some were smiling, some were tearing up, some were silently nodding, some were silently speaking.

Then, they all knelt before Lu Qing.

One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...

Countless resentful spirits, rising from the depths of the blood pool, floating above the blood pool, knelt in unison before Lu Qing.

The scene was spectacular and moving, yet carried a hint of sorrowful dignity.

Lu Qing stood silently, saying nothing.

He knew these resentful spirits were thanking him.

Thanking him for ending their pain, granting them liberation.

After the kneeling, the figures of those resentful spirits began to glow.

The light grew brighter and more radiant, like countless small suns, illuminating this gray space.

Their bodies, under the glow, gradually became transparent, turned illusory, and finally dispersed.

Lu Qing stood there, watching until the last trace of white light dissolved into the heavens and earth.

The blood in the pool lightened considerably.

The bubbling foam also gradually subsided.

The stench in the air diminished slightly.

The originally black-red blood now turned dark red, still murky but no longer as nauseating.

Yet, despite Lu Qing purifying so many resentful spirits, no merit descended upon him.

He understood that this world’s World Origin had been polluted.

The Heavenly Dao’s will had become twisted and demonized, no longer just and impartial, rewarding good and punishing evil.

Such a Heavenly Dao would not give rise to Merit Light nor bestow any rewards.

However, Lu Qing did not care about this.

Retrieving his gaze, his thoughts stirred.

The power within him surged, the aura of various Great Dao emanated.

The essence of various Great Dao emerged, forming a terrifying storm of power around him.

The storm, centered on him, spread in all directions, causing space to twist and tremble wherever it went.

It was an indescribable power, as if the entire heavens and earth were under his control.

In the next moment, centered on his Divine Thought avatar, the surrounding space began to shatter and distort, collapsing continuously.

A fist-sized pitch-black spot appeared in front of him.

That spot was utterly black, seemingly capable of devouring everything.

It slowly rotated, emanating unimaginable suction.

The suction was so strong that even light could not escape, and space around it contracted towards it.

Under this terrifying force, the blood pool began to collapse.

The foul blood was drawn into the spot, instantly turning to nothingness.

The remaining resentful aura, demonic qi, and vicious energy in the blood were all devoured by the spot, leaving no trace.

The Bone Mountain also began to disintegrate.

Countless bones were torn apart by suction, turned into powder, drawn into the spot.

The lingering resentment, pain, and hatred within those bones thoroughly vanished at this moment.

Bone Mountain, blood pool, the restrictions around, demonic patterns on the ground, demonic qi in the air...

Everything was collapsing, dissolving, disappearing.

In just a few breaths, the tens of thousands of zhang-high Bone Mountain, the hundred zhang-wide blood pool, along with everything surrounding them, completely vanished.

In place remained a huge pit, empty and barren, leaving nothing behind.

The bottom of the pit held black soil, exuding a faint burnt smell.

It was land corroded by demonic qi for countless years; even though the Bone Mountain and blood pool had disappeared, it would take a long time to recover.

After destroying the Bone Mountain and blood pool, Lu Qing’s figure flashed again.

His Divine Thought instantly enveloped the entire Small World, all Black and White Temple disciples still lingering in this world were revealed to him.

Some hid in cave mansions for cultivation, enveloped in surging demonic qi, clearly practicing some Devil Technique.

Some patrolled territories, idly gazing around.

Some tortured captured cultivators using various cruel methods, attempting to extract more resentful aura.

They varied in appearance and cultivation, but shared one thing in common; they emitted dense demonic qi, with no humanity in their eyes.

Lu Qing hesitated not, stepping forward.

In the next moment, he appeared in a cave mansion. A Black and White Temple disciple in cultivation opened his eyes, but before reacting, he was slapped into powder.

The disciple died not knowing what happened.

Then, he appeared elsewhere.

Two Black and White Temple disciples conversing were casually crushed by him, their bodies fell, blood flowing slowly.

In the next moment, he appeared elsewhere yet again...

In just over ten breaths, Lu Qing traversed this Small World, slaughtering every remaining Black and White Temple disciple without sparing a single soul.

And as he expected, this Small World had completely transformed into a land of death.

There were no ordinary living creatures, no mortals, no demon beasts, not even a bird or an insect.

The entire world was lifeless, desolate.

Land corroded by demonic qi bore no grass; polluted water sources smelled foul; destroyed buildings left only ruins.

The Black and White Temple disciples he slew were the last living beings in this world.

So, after exterminating all of them, Lu Qing lingered no further.

With a step, he directly transported out, leaving the Small World.

Only leaving behind a world emanating evil qi, still floating in the starry sky.

The world was gray, lifeless, slowly rotating in the stars.

Once it might have nurtured countless creatures, had a flourishing civilization. But now, it was just a giant grave, a demonized dead domain.

Lu Qing steadied himself in the starry sky, glancing back at the world.

His intent to kill remained undiminished and instead grew fiercer.

A mere Sub-Temple was already so horrific.

How utterly depraved must the Black and White Temple’s main temple and temple master be?

He contemplated no more, turned, and stepped forward.

Spatial ripples emerged, and his figure vanished into the stars.

This time, he no longer concealed his aura, no longer treaded carefully, no longer hesitated.

He proceeded brazenly, carrying a murderous intent, heading towards the next Sub-Temple of the Black and White Temple.

Since the so-called temple master of the Black and White Temple remained hidden in the sanctuary unwilling to emerge, he would wreak havoc.

He would uproot all external Sub-Temples of this evil sect, sparing none.

He wanted to see how long that cowardly turtle could endure.

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