I Can See Through Everything - Chapter 392

Chapter 392

When the massive palm descended toward them, the three Holy Lords were all struck with terror.

The palm was unimaginably enormous, at least hundreds of meters wide, shrouding their heads entirely. It would not be an exaggeration to say it blocked out the sky and sun.

What was even more frightening was the overwhelming power emanating from the palm, with a faint ability to suppress space itself.

This made it almost impossible for the three Holy Lords to escape.

Their movement techniques were utterly stifled, leaving them effectively rooted in place, waiting for the palm to strike.

The young man in white robes seemed intent on watching the three struggle in despair, as the palm fell at an agonizingly slow pace, creating a suffocating sense of pressure.

“How can they be this strong? Where on earth did these monsters come from?”

The First Holy Lord’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

He couldn’t fathom how, despite just having entered the Golden Core Realm, he was about to be subdued in a single move by someone he had never even heard of before.

Looking at the descending palm, the First Holy Lord realized he had to make a choice.

Steeling his resolve, he caused the magic power within his newly condensed Golden Core of Magic Power to surge violently.

Summoning the power he had yet to fully master, he rapidly formed hand seals, while directing his spirit to delve deep into the mountain below to communicate with a mysterious will buried within.

“Roar!”

As the First Holy Lord recklessly tapped into the mysterious will, a majestic and authoritative roar suddenly erupted from deep within the Sacred Mountain.

The young man in white robes was momentarily shaken by the roar, losing control over his Giant Palm of Magic Power for an instant.

“What?!”

The young man in white was taken aback, but a green glow surfaced from within his body, shielding him from the mysterious roar and helping him regain control of his spirit.

The previously slow-moving palm instantly accelerated, descending with a force that seemed capable of crushing everything in its path as it smashed toward the three “ants” below.

However, the First Holy Lord had already seized this fleeting opening.

A massive yellow dragon burst forth from the earth before him, charging toward the descending palm.

At the same time, he grabbed his two sworn brothers. Yellow light enveloped their bodies as they sank rapidly into the ground beneath their feet.

Boom!

Although the earthy yellow dragon unleashed by the Third Holy Lord appeared formidable, it was as fragile as sand before the giant palm. It was shattered in an instant. 𝘳аꞐ𝔬ꞖƐ𝓢

The palm continued its descent unabated, slamming into the spot where the three had been standing.

A tremendous force erupted, shaking the earth and mountains.

Within several miles, the ground was overturned, splitting into layers of cracks.

If not for the Sacred Mountain’s massive size, the impact alone might have leveled an entire section of it.

“They escaped!”

Yet, despite the destructive blow, the young man in white robes showed no sign of satisfaction. Instead, his face turned grim.

When he withdrew his Giant Palm of Magic Power, he realized that the three “ants” had vanished.

“Earth Escape Technique? A native cultivator who has just broken through into the lower grade of the Golden Core Realm was able to execute the Earth Escape Technique? And what was that mysterious roar just now?”

The young man in white robes looked furious and incredulous.

He knew well that true escape techniques were not easily mastered.

Even for cultivators at the Golden Core Realm, only those with a profound understanding of the Laws of Heaven and Earth, close to breaking into the Nascent Soul Realm, could possibly comprehend such mysteries to execute an escape technique.

Yet here was a cultivator who had just broken into the lower-grade Golden Core Realm, performing the Earth Escape Technique right under his nose, evading his attack.

This not only enraged him but also left him deeply puzzled.

“These three seem unusual,” the gray-robed man said in a low voice. “That roar just now appeared to come from the mountain spirit of this Sacred Mountain.

It seems the three share an extraordinary connection with the will of the mountain spirit.

That’s likely how they managed to perform the Earth Escape Technique.”

Th𝘪ʂ 𝕔hⱥpτєr 𝘪𝗌 pο𝓈τℯɗ b𝖞 Ҡ𝕀ṯ𝖾𝘯0𝘷𝙚𝗹

“Mountain spirit’s will?” The young man in white robes was taken aback.

He thought back and realized that his senior brother’s analysis was correct; the roar earlier didn’t seem like it came from any living creature.

“Senior brother, what should we do now? Let those three ants go just like that?”

The young man in white robes was clearly reluctant.

Having three natives he considered beneath notice escape from him was an enormous humiliation.

“This mountain is no ordinary place. It must be one of the backbones of this minor world. Those three are hiding within it under the protection of the mountain spirit and can move freely within its body.

Unless we destroy the mountain itself, we’ll have no way of dealing with them.”

The gray-robed man shook his head.

Destroy the mountain…

The white-robed man glanced at the massive, imposing Sacred Mountain beneath him, its presence radiating a profound and solemn authority. He fell silent.

Even an ordinary cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm would struggle to destroy the backbone of a small world, let alone someone like him, who was merely at the Golden Core Realm.

“Let’s go. After this scare, those three are probably too frightened to come out again. We’ll gather information elsewhere.

When we arrived earlier, I noticed a large city at the foot of this mountain. Grabbing a few people from there should get us the information we need.”

The gray-robed man flew downward.

Although the white-robed man was reluctant, he cast a resentful glance at the Sacred Mountain before following his senior brother.

“Senior brother, let me handle this next part, alright?”

“Fine, but don’t cause too much bloodshed. We don’t know how long we’ll be in this minor world.

If we commit too many atrocities, we risk drawing the ire of this world’s Heavenly Dao, which could result in calamities.

If that happens, we’ll struggle to move an inch, let alone seek opportunities.”

“I’ll be careful, senior brother.”

The two quickly arrived over the Sacred City. The white-robed man struck first, raising his hand to summon the Giant Palm of Magic Power once again.

Under the terrified gazes of countless city residents, the palm descended…

…

“Elder brother, are you alright?”

Inside a hidden chamber within the Sacred Mountain, the Second and Third Holy Lords anxiously watched over the First Holy Lord.

At this moment, the First Holy Lord was coughing up mouthfuls of blood, his aura in complete disarray, a stark contrast to the grandeur he had displayed upon advancing to the Golden Core Realm.

“I won’t die just yet,” the First Holy Lord said, suppressing his injuries and activating his cultivation technique to absorb the earth energy from the mountain to heal himself.

Earlier, to break free from the suppression of the mysterious power, he had forcefully activated his freshly condensed, still-unfamiliar Golden Core of Magic Power.

As a result, his magic power had gone berserk, severely damaging his meridians.

If he didn’t heal quickly, his newly formed Golden Core of Magic Power might shatter.

The Sacred Mountain’s earth energy was extraordinary, and soon, it began to flow in from the surrounding cavern walls, enveloping the First Holy Lord.

The Second and Third Holy Lords dared not make a sound, fearing they might disrupt his healing.

As the earth energy continued to merge with his body, the chaotic aura around the First Holy Lord gradually stabilized.

After a long while, his aura finally calmed, and he opened his eyes.