Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 679 - 679 698 Emperor Jiang Temple

679: Chapter 698: Emperor Jiang Temple 679: Chapter 698: Emperor Jiang Temple Witch Clan Heaven and Earth, vast and boundless, had a total of twelve Ancestor Witch Mountains, each one housing an Ancestral Witch Temple, within which the statues of the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches were enshrined.

The Ancestral Witch Temples were not only the Sacred Land of the Witch Clan but also the embodiment of their faith in the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Apart from the worship conducted every ten thousand years, the Ancestral Witch Temples forbade the entry of any clan members.

However, today an outsider had come to the Ancestral Witch Temple, no, not just an outsider, but a formidable enemy.

This person was Ye Xuan, who, under the watchful eyes of the Witch Clan, slowly made his way into the Ancestral Witch Temple.

Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches

Emperor Jiang: yellow as a sack, red as blazing fire, with six legs and four wings, faceless, the Ancestor Witch of space and speed.

Ju Mang: blue as verdant bamboo, with a bird body and a human face, feet mounted upon two dragons, the Ancestor Witch of wood from the East.

Zhu Rong: with a beast’s head and a human body, clad in red scales, ears adorned with fire serpents, feet stepping on fire dragons, the Fire Ancestor Witch from the south.

Rushou: with a human face and a tiger’s body, draped in golden scales, shoulder blades sprouting wings, the left ear pierced by a serpent, feet mounted upon two dragons, the Ancestor Witch of metal from the West.

Gonggong: with a python head and a human body, wearing black scales, feet stepping on black dragons, hands coiled with blue pythons, the Ancestor Witch of water from the north.

Xuanming: a fearsome beast, its body bristling with bone spurs, the Ancestor Witch of rain.

Houtu: with a human body and a snake tail, seven arms behind, two arms in front holding soaring serpents, the Central Ancestor Witch of earth.

Qiang Liang: mouth clutching a serpent, hands grasping a snake, tiger-headed and human-bodied, with four hooved feet and elongated arms, the Thunder Ancestor Witch.

Zhu Jiuyin: with a human head and a dragon body, entirely crimson, the Ancestor Witch of time.

Tian Wu: with eight human faces, a tiger’s body and ten tails, the Ancestor Witch of wind.

Xi Zi: with a human face and a bird body, ears adorned with blue serpents, hands holding red snakes, the Ancestor Witch of lightning.

Shebi Corpse: with a human face and a beast’s body, ears like those of a dog’s, ears adorned with blue serpents, the Ancestor Witch of weather.

The physical forms of the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches were strange and bizarre.

Normally, they would take on human shapes, revealing their true forms only in battle, which was also their strongest state.

At this moment, led by Chi You, Ye Xuan had entered the Zhu Rong Temple, which too enshrined the statue of Zhu Rong.

Unlike the temple of Zhu Jiuyin, the entire Zhu Rong Temple was forged from fiery crystal stones.

As soon as Ye Xuan entered, he could feel a surge of violent energy breeding within the Zhu Rong Temple.

Regarding the violent energy inside the Zhu Rong Temple, Ye Xuan was utterly indifferent.

His eyes, profound and deep, scrutinized the entire Zhu Rong Temple as if searching for something.

As for the so-called apology and compensation to the statues of the Ancestor Witches, it was nothing more than a formality, lacking any sincere or earnest intention!

At this moment, Chi You’s expression was tranquil, his eyes slightly gloomy.

He could be certain that Ye Xuan was definitely searching for something.

But he couldn’t understand what it could be.

With no treasures in the twelve Ancestral Witch Temples, what was Ye Xuan looking for?

Not only Chi You had this question, but Sun Wukong and Lu Ya did as well.

Yet, it was even more impossible for the three of them to voice their query aloud.

They could only silently accompany him and see what Ye Xuan intended to do.

An entire hour passed, and Ye Xuan finally stepped out of the Zhu Rong Temple.

However, his eyes betrayed a hint of disappointment.

Clearly, he had not found that small cauldron within the Zhu Rong Temple.

Boom!

Auspicious clouds rose into the sky, and beams of light fleeting, a group of four departed from Zhu Rong Temple and continued towards the next Ancestral Witch Temple.

Ju Mang Temple, grass and trees reaching to the heavens, Ye Xuan lingered there for half a day, yet still found nothing.

Rushou Temple…

Gonggong Temple…

Xuanming Temple…

A full seven days and nights passed, Ye Xuan had stepped into five grand temples, but the disappointment in his eyes grew heavier for there was no trace of the half Small Cauldron within these five temples.

The sun bathed the lands; the sky was clear and boundless.

An Ancestral Witch Temple appeared ethereal, with the booming sound of chanting coming forth, as the empty space in all directions slightly twisted, like a mirage, creating an incredibly surreal feeling.

“Up ahead lies Emperor Jiang Temple, the Space Ancestor Witch of our Witch Clan, and unlike the other Ancestral Witch Temples, Emperor Jiang concerns himself with the Power of Space and is also a towering figure within our Witch Clan.”

The group walked in the vast expanse of Changtian, Chi You spoke with deep contemplation, his gaze towards Emperor Jiang Temple filled with reverence, clearly holding profound awe for this Ancestor Witch in his heart.

“Emperor Jiang?

The Space Ancestor Witch?”

Upon hearing Chi You’s words, Ye Xuan softly murmured to himself, his eyes slightly brightening; the disappointment that once filled them slowly regained their luster.

He had acquired the half Small Cauldron in Zhu Jiuyin Temple, and as Ye Xuan knew, Zhu Jiuyin and Emperor Jiang were among the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches, immensely powerful figures who wielded the forces of time and space.

They were as close as brothers; therefore, it was highly likely that the other half of the Small Cauldron lay within Emperor Jiang Temple.

With this thought, Ye Xuan’s eyes glinted with fervor, quickening his pace towards Emperor Jiang Temple.

Emperor Jiang Temple!

The void rippled, sending out faint waves as the grand doors of Emperor Jiang Temple opened.

The space within this realm was incredibly unstable, showing cracks from time to time, yet it also contained a mysterious Power of Space that allowed Emperor Jiang Temple to stand firmly atop Ancestor Witch Mountain Peak.

Without any hesitation or fear, Ye Xuan strode confidently into Emperor Jiang Temple, which caused Chi You to frown slightly, but he said nothing and quickened his pace to follow Ye Xuan inside.

A white jade altar, three offerings, and four fruits; Emperor Jiang’s Statue stood with dignity, weak Space Power nurtured within Emperor Jiang Temple.

This was the scene that Ye Xuan beheld.

The white jade altar was unadorned and Emperor Jiang’s Statue was imposing and intimidating.

The entirety of Emperor Jiang Temple was empty, with a clear view of everything inside, prompting Ye Xuan to narrow his eyes as he continued to search for the other half of the Small Cauldron.

An hour passed, and Ye Xuan withdrew his gaze, his eyes once more displaying a hue of disappointment.

There was no trace of the Small Cauldron within the vast Emperor Jiang Temple, it seemed another trip had been in vain.

However, Ye Xuan couldn’t let go so easily.

He had already entered six Ancestral Witch Temples but found no trace of the Small Cauldron, which left him with a subtle sense of loss.

Just as Ye Xuan was about to leave Emperor Jiang Temple, his eyes briefly swept over Emperor Jiang’s Statue, and he was suddenly struck dumb, his whole being instantly thrown into disarray.

“What is this…?” Ye Xuan’s heart trembled with an inward roar.

Since entering Emperor Jiang Temple, he had been searching throughout, but he had overlooked the statue before his eyes.

When he saw the eyes of Emperor Jiang’s Statue, he was stunned on the spot, his inner turmoil already churning like a raging wave.

The eyes of Emperor Jiang’s Statue were cast from an unknown black Jade, but in its left eye, there was a faint point of white light, so weak that it would be incredibly difficult to detect without close inspection.

At this moment, Ye Xuan’s fists clenched tightly, the Dharma Eye in his eyes quietly spun as he saw through the statue.

He saw half a white jade stone within the left eye of Emperor Jiang, evidently embedded there by the sculptor during the making of the statue.