My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 978 - 782 Temple_3

Chapter 978: Chapter 782 Temple_3

One could imagine that Wang Zijia must have held an extraordinary and saintly status in this clan, even becoming a sacred existence.

"That is...!"

Only a few steps forward, those observing the Great Hall were again attracted by something within the Great Hall.

They saw that apart from the statues at the base and the incense offering table in front of the statues, the rest of the Great Hall was quite empty.

However, decorating the empty walls of the Great Hall were numerous...?

Or rather, a series of murals!

These were works created by Painter Monks, or special preserved images.

On the walls, mural after mural seemed to tell various legends, playing out scenes of tragic epics.

Apart from some small murals tucked in the corners, the main scroll paintings on the walls were clearly scenes from ancient battlefields.

Demons invaded, and Demon Spirits sought to annihilate the world.

A white-haired youth appeared on the battlefield, emerging like a sacred figure from legend. With a wave of his hand, a massive banner that blotted out the sky appeared. With a shake, it collected thousands of Demon Spirits, like a divine savior rescuing all living beings.

The Monk who created these murals must have been a Painting Immortal at least.

The contents of the paintings were not only alive, but they also depicted the blood-soaked fields of carnage, the despair of numerous monks, the terrifying power of that youth, and the sacred hope with such vividness that it was even more striking than experiencing it first-hand.

At a glance, one could deeply etch these scenes into their memory.

Such murals, like segments of epic legends, unfolded before the spectators’ eyes and whispered in their ears, leaving their emotions unsettled for a long time.

"Ah..."

Initially, all of this was still enough to leave everyone in shock and speechless.

But when someone followed the murals and looked up at the Great Hall’s ceiling, they were completely overpowered by the gigantic scroll painting above, and their ability to speak was lost for a long time.

Not just because of the information conveyed by the scroll, but also because of the overwhelming Momentum emanating from it.

The entire ceiling was dominated by one flickering scroll painting.

It was the same white-haired youth, who now had a huge, god-like Dao Ying emerging behind him as he floated in the Air.

Below him were countless monks and disciples, as well as all living beings under his protection.

Opposite him, in the Void above, there was a terrifying blood-colored foot descending upon the whole world, as if to crush everything beneath it.

The dense aura of ill omen on the blood-colored foot, along with the sense of horror and despair, caused those who saw it for the first time to feel their scalps tingle and their hearts Terrified.

As the scene shifted, the youth drew his sword, Slashed the Devil, and then took one longing look at the living beings before disintegrating and disappearing like Feathering.

This scroll painting, perhaps too vividly crafted, and the horrors and abundant information it contained, left not just Zhang Junyong and his seven people Dumbstruck, but even Qin Xianyu and his five people, who were relatively composed, were stunned as they stared at the Sky Dome.

They watched the youth’s every action, repeatedly observing the scene.

At that moment, they felt as though they had returned to that tragic era, turning into those protected beings, watching their god, their Immortal, their saint, their Ancestor, scatter into a myriad of Spiritual Lights for their sake.

Inexplicably, a strange sense of shame rose from their hearts, along with a faint sadness, and they turned their heads unconsciously.

They noticed Wang Zijia was also looking at the scroll painting on the ceiling, but his expression seemed somewhat stunned, as if reminiscing about the past.

Meanwhile, the quiet Great Hall was suddenly filled with a faint noise from outside.

The dazed crowd simultaneously perked up and turned to look, only to see a figure quickly approaching from outside the Hall.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle!"

"I’ve seen Li Xunbo, Martial Uncle!"

"..."

Everyone immediately regained their senses and simultaneously greeted the newcomer with respect.

Wang Zijia also promptly paid his respects, greeting this familiar figure, the Head of the Five Elements Sect and a golden immortal, Li Xunbo, "Fellow Daoist Li, what brings you here as well?"

"I heard that this place had been opened, and just so happened to be Nearby; I thought I’d come by to broaden my horizons. Was this originally your Daoist Training Ground?" Li Xunbo asked, still surveying the surroundings.

He likely received a message from Zhang Junyong’s group and arrived prepared, so his expression was relatively calm.

However, when he saw the scroll painting on the ceiling, his movements couldn’t help but pause; despite his good composure, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "It can’t quite be considered a Dao Court. This place belongs to the Side branch of the Daoist Zhang Family. At the end of the Fourth Epoch, before the all-out war began, they were responsible for invading the Yaoshan Realm to conduct the Seize World affairs."

"But before they could finalize the Seizing of that world and bring back Shen Hong, the three Domains launched a full-scale war, and they were ultimately trapped on the fringe of the battlefield."

"And due to some fortunate coincidences, did I become the last to offer rescue to This world?"

With Wang Zijia speaking calmly, everyone subconsciously looked at him.

Continuing with a tranquil expression, Wang Zijia gestured to the murals around him and then added:

"Here, these depictions are from those days. I never thought I’d see them again after so many years, what a pity, things remain but people change!" he said with a hint of loneliness and a weathered sigh.

Upon hearing his words, everyone subconsciously looked up at the terrifying scroll painting on the ceiling. Wang Zijia glanced at it as well before resuming:

"However, speaking of it, I guess I do have some connection with the Zhang Family of Yaoshan, as we should be from the same Bloodline."

Li Xunbo nodded in realization, withdrawing his gaze to look at the base of the Great Hall, when his eyes suddenly stopped.

Following his gaze, everyone noticed that at the base of the God Statue Sculpture, there was an altar tablet being reverently displayed.

"Dao Court Direct Line, Descendant of Yaoshan Zhang Family, the Honorable altar tablet of Zhang Shenghong."

Apart from the altar tablet, an offering table in front of the statue also held a Commanding Jade.

Wang Zijia looked at the Commanding Jade with a look of surprise.

Before the others could react, he casually reached out, and the Commanding Jade flew toward Wang Zijia.

Watching this unfold, the already astonished crowd did not speak or take any action but simply watched silently.