My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 1004 - 791: Relics Left by the Time and Space Ancestor?_2

Chapter 1004: Chapter 791: Relics Left by the Time and Space Ancestor?_2

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Wang Zijia and his group did not hide their tracks, naturally attracting the attention of everyone present.

With Wang Zijia’s peak stage of Profound Immortal cultivation and the terrifyingly eerie aura that seemed to seep into his bones, the hordes of devil cultivators below were, of course, extraordinarily vigilant.

Fortunately, although the number of people on the ground was not significant, there were three Devil Lords of Profound Immortal level, so their presence did not falter in comparison.

The crowd was divided into four groups. Aside from one group that consisted of assorted individuals, there were three sects led by three Devil Lords.

At this moment, all three groups frowned upon witnessing the sinister-looking arrival of Wang Zijia.

The reason was simple: none of the three groups recognized Wang Zijia.

Typically, anyone who could reach the level of a Profound Immortal in the Demon Path would be a renowned Demon Lord with an echoing presence in Shen Hong.

While it was not necessary for everyone to be familiar with each other or to have met, one would expect at least to have heard of the other party or know some information about them, especially a character as distinct as this.

For someone like Wang Zijia to pop up out of nowhere, he was either someone’s smurf account or some ancient relic!

In any case, such individuals were not easy to provoke.

After all, for a Devil Cultivator to glance at him and feel a chill down their spine indicated something particularly wicked about him – and to think he wasn’t famous... one could only imagine what that implied!

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Wang Zijia paid no mind to the various thoughts of the crowd, as the Five Ghosts carried the Bone Sedan Chariot, with Jiang Mingda and Kuang Weiping, who had transformed into odd, fat, and thin youths, holding lanterns, gently arriving in front of the hemispherical light shield.

By then, Wang Zijia had also retracted his extended divine thought.

From the initial scan and information gathered, coupled with the surrounding ruins and architectural culture, it was preliminarily determined that this was a relic from the end of the Third Age.

However, given the mixed sense of different eras encountered along the way, Wang Zijia could not be certain.

"Master, we’ve arrived!" said the portly youth, Jiang Mingda, respectfully stopping not far in front of the light screen.

Wang Zijia did not speak. In his murky eyes, a flicker of Spiritual Light beamed as he scrutinized the light screen before him.

Thick waves of space coupled with specks of time fluctuations intermingled, yet lacked that eerie feeling of a Time Scourge.

It could almost be confirmed that this place was not a Ghostly Domain!

Yet, Wang Zijia inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

’What is this... why is there a feeling of space-time intertwining?’ he thought.

After a moment’s careful thought, Wang Zijia realized where the sense of familiarity came from.

This light screen gave him the same sensation as when he traveled to ancient times, particularly when he encountered invisible barriers that defined his range of activity!

It was indeed a feeling of space-time intertwining, but although similar, the two bore evident differences.

’I can be sure it’s not the Time Scourge, otherwise I should have felt a longing sensation by now, and such a large Time Scourge Mysterious Realm would have made the Balanced Scale tremble and lead me to dive in and absorb it long ago!’

’But what else could it be? What causes this space-time to intertwine?’

’It couldn’t be that there’s someone as peculiar as me in the future who has traveled back to now, and this is their territory, could it?’

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While thoughts flickered in his mind, Wang Zijia examined the light screen in detail.

But he was unable to discover more clues.

With no other choice, Wang Zijia somewhat returned to his senses and looked around him.

There were four groups in total, excluding any rogue practitioners, and now all eyes from the three groups were keenly focused on Wang Zijia and his unfamiliar new arrivals.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment, then shakily rose from his Bone Sedan Chariot and descended.

With his aged face, sparse and withered hair, hunched back, and his current trembling movements, along with the decayed aura enveloping him, he looked like a geriatric on the verge of death.

No, he looked more like an old relic that had just clawed its way out of a coffin.

"Cough cough!"

Wang Zijia coughed twice after alighting from the Bone Sedan Chariot, as if the slight exertion had strained his aged body.

As Wang Zijia descended from the Bone Sedan Chariot, the Five Ghosts dissolved into ghost fog and quickly surged into Wang Zijia’s body, leaving behind only the fat and thin youths holding the blood-red lanterns.

The onlookers witnessed this scene and no one approached. No one attempted anything against this eerie Demon Lord on the verge of death, and they became even more wary of him.

In the Cultivation World, such beings commanded the most formidable deterrence!

Shortly after, everyone saw Wang Zijia stumble and weakly approach one of the groups of cultivators.

As he did, the brows of the three groups tightened further.

"I have seen Fellow Daoist Old Skeleton Ghost!" said Wang Zijia, shaking and stumbling before a group, paying respects to a somewhat gloomy middle-aged man at the front of the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist has been courteous!" The Old Skeleton Ghost replied, furrowing his eyebrows as he returned the greeting and inquired with confusion, "Forgive me for my poor eyesight, but who is Fellow Daoist...?"

Wang Zijia chuckled, revealing a mouthful of rotten yellow teeth. His smile made his already hideous face appear even more terrifying.

"I am White Bone, and I once had a slight connection with Fellow Daoist," Wang Zijia replied with a bit of fiction.

Well, having fought half an hour ago could be considered a slight connection, right?

The Old Skeleton Ghost’s brow remained deeply furrowed as he replied, "It seems my memory fails me!"

In his reply, he did not continue to press the matter. Obviously, if Wang Zijia had wanted to talk, he would have done so already. The implication was clear that Wang Zijia preferred not to reveal more, so the Old Skeleton Ghost immediately diverted the conversation, "What does Fellow Daoist seek from me...?"