The dazzling waves of light bursting from the Seven Kill Stele enveloped Meng Qi. Images flowed before his eyes like a stream, and his body and Primordial Spirit seemed to be immersed in a great river that never stopped flowing, its countless tributaries of the future blurred and indistinct.
Scenes from the past—his own and other people's—were as vast as the sea, filling the void. Choosing among them was enough to give Meng Qi a headache. What was more, wherever the Seven Kill Stele was involved, its true form was equivalent to the remains or aura of a mighty being above the Legend realm, causing severe interference and making it impossible to arrive with precision!
The Seven Kill Stele's power would last only a short while. If he didn't make his choice quickly, its effect would soon vanish. But Meng Qi remained unhurried, turning the thought over in his mind as he expanded his awareness:
"Year Thirty-Seven of Tianle... Ningxin City..."
The Six Doors' records reconstructed the time of a murder from the time of death and conflicting witness statements, so they couldn't be exact. But they could usually narrow it down to a specific hour, courtyard, and room.
At once, the dizzying, boundless images faded one by one. His awareness linked together similar scenes, and the events in the courtyard of the Heaven and Earth Gate's Sect Master, at midnight on the sixth day of the ninth month in the thirty-seventh year of Tianle, were pieced together into a sequence of images, spaced one breath apart like frames of a film.
With only a glance and a sweep of his spiritual senses, Meng Qi spotted several scenes of Heaven and Earth Gate Sect Master Lin Kang being assassinated. He reached out and touched one.
The moment his fingers brushed