My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 977 - 782 Temple_2

Chapter 977: Chapter 782 Temple_2

Not only was there worship in the square, but in the surrounding buildings, one could also see some phantoms practicing cultivation?

However, compared to the stable scenes of the square, these phantoms flitted in and out like ghosts, often disappearing in a flash.

One moment they were practicing in a room, and the next they were demonstrating spells in the courtyard.

They jerked and paused as if the world had a bug.

Throughout the surrounding complex of buildings, this same scenario unfolded, resembling a variety of ghost shadows.

Only in the center, where many such solemn rituals had likely been held, did the phantoms maintain some integrity.

Solemn and somber!

One could tell that there was once a clan that, for a long time, had such a ritual.

"Is this... a space-time illusion?" Zhang Junyong surveyed the area and then inquired.

The gathered Profound Immortals, naturally having wide knowledge, could guess the truth after barely sensing it.

Wang Zijia nodded and said, "That seems to be the case. Let’s go have a look. I imagine you’ll be disappointed though, this place is indeed a forbidden area, but it is not the treasury of an ancient family."

Everyone looked at Wang Zijia with flickering eyes, speculating that he must know something.

But although various thoughts were bubbling up, no one asked anything, silently following him towards the ceremonial square at the center of the building complex.

...

As Wang Zijia and his group drifted towards the square in the center of the complex, the jerky phantoms flickering in and out among the buildings seemed to be affected, disappearing without a trace under the slightly flowing air currents.

No one paid any attention to these; they carefully floated over and arrived at the square.

As everyone arrived, their descent disturbed the ceremonial phantoms on the square, which also slowly vanished.

Perhaps recognizing the nature of the ritual site, everyone, out of basic respect, did not directly fly over it.

Instead, they floated down to the square, stepping towards the Great Hall at the bottom.

The surrounding area featured typical constructions of the Dao Court era, with white jade as the main color. Between the carved beams and painted rafters, the flying eaves and arches, there was a lack of the entwining mist and a bit less of the immortals’ ethereal aura, but more of a sense of ancient vicissitudes and the accumulation of the long years.

Having just returned from the Fourth Epoch, Wang Zijia, in a daze, felt as if he was still among the Zhang Family of the Yaoshan Realm.

...

The group walked leisurely across the square and ascended the grand staircase, arriving at a majestic building that looked somewhat like a palace, a temple dedicated to the gods.

Inside the Great Hall, like its exterior, it looked majestic like a palace but was arranged like a temple to the gods, except for a single statue... yes, a statue.

When everyone saw the statue, they froze in place.

Wang Zijia also unconsciously stopped in his tracks.

On the translucent and flawless jade, the figure carved was none other than himself.

The perfect visage of the sculpture bore a radiant smile, yet the eyes were filled with endless lament as well as a touch of longing, looking as if it were watching everyone at the entrance of the Great Hall.

Under the statue’s gaze, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of sanctity and pathos.

It was as if they were in the presence of a sacred being.

Qin Xianyu and others were also somewhat in a daze; they remembered this expression too vividly, too deeply.

Wang Zijia had taught them with a brilliant smile, often integrating Mind Techniques with "Spell" and Preaching.

While Preaching, in their daily interactions, he imprinted his own image into their hearts through emotional waves, leaving an indelible mark.

To the extent that they would never forget for an eternity!

Especially the last moments of Wang Zijia for the disciples of the East Desolate Taiching Palace, when he perished, which became permanently etched in the hearts of Qin Xianyu and the others.

And the expression of the Wang Zijia in their memories was exactly that of the statue’s, the same warmth that would comfort them for life.

Longing mixed with determination, with the warmth of protecting all beings.

...

Everyone remained speechless for a while.

"Gurgle!" Zhang Junyong came back to his senses, swallowed hard, and said, "Wang Fellow Daoist, is this... "

Wang Zijia also came back to his senses, ignoring Zhang Junyong and looking at the statue. He stepped forward and sighed with a lonely expression, "Ah, the Zhang Family of Yaoshan, such distant memories!"

"Gurgle!"

...

Zhang Junyong and the others, considering Wang Zijia’s acknowledgment that he was the statue, were all taken aback even though they knew that Wang Zijia’s background might be that of an Ancient Cultivator.

They knew this place could be linked to an era beyond the Fifth Epoch, maybe the Fourth, or even the Third Epoch’s Imperial Clan!

Didn’t that mean the person before them was an ultimate ancient relic?

Not only had he survived the Great Destruction of the World Collision Ruins but also the dark, tumultuous, and despairing entirety of the end of the Fifth Epoch?

...

Qin Xianyu and the others, although surprised, were not overly shocked.

They knew from a very young age that he was a being who sought Reincarnation for survival in their era!

"Fellow Daoist mentioned the Zhang Family of Yaoshan? Was this world originally called the Yaoshan Realm?" asked Zhang Junyong, upon hearing this.

The temporary names they had given to this world were: Ruins Area, Fusion Spirit Realm.

Wang Zijia nodded slightly and continued walking into the depths of the Great Hall.

Everyone hesitated for a moment, then followed in succession.

The Great Hall was quite huge and also somewhat empty, after all, it was dedicated to a single statue several zhang in height.

This place once had a thriving family belief, and even now, the entire Great Hall still carried a faint scent of incense that lingered for a long time.