Lu Qing's Divine Sense Clone strolled through the starry sky. Space beneath his feet continuously twisted and rippled; with every step, he crossed billions upon billions of miles.
The starry sky was vast, filled with countless stars and a dazzling array of sights.
But Lu Qing had no mind to admire the scenery. His gaze remained fixed ahead, on the location marked in Nether Palace's intelligence.
Before long, he had arrived near his destination.
Ahead floated a Small World, suspended silently in the starry sky.
The Small World was not large, only about one-tenth the size of an ordinary life-bearing world. Yet at this moment, it emitted a faint black mist.
The black mist seeped from the cracks in the World Membrane like threads of silk, curling around the world in a distinctly eerie manner.
Lu Qing hovered in the starry sky, observing the Small World from afar.
According to the information provided by Nether Palace, this Small World was home to one of Black and White Monastery's Branch Altars.
As one of the top powers in the starry sky, Black and White Monastery naturally controlled a vast territory, spanning several Immortal Domains, with Branch Altars scattered everywhere.
This Small World lay in a relatively remote location, far from the core regions of the major powers. It was suitable for gathering information and less likely to alert the enemy.
He quietly sensed the place for a while in the starry sky, carefully savoring the aura emanating from the Small World.
That aura was cold and violent, brimming with a desire for destruction. It was somewhat similar to the Darkness Power he had felt in the Dark Demon Abyss, yet also different.
The power within the Dark Demon Abyss was older, deeper, and purer.
The power in this Small World, meanwhile,