Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 829: 848: Power of Space-Time and Pangu's True Body

Chapter 829: Chapter 848: Power of Space-Time and Pangu’s True Body

“Soul Destruction Potion!”

Ye Xuan’s expression turned cold as he pointed a finger towards Zhu Rong. A stream of black Nether Water shot out, even causing the void to collapse. This torrent of black Nether Water engulfed the Fire Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong, and a piercing and miserable scream erupted from his mouth.

“Ah!”

“What…what is this?”

“Pain…itching…ah…let me…let me go!”

The wails, chilling to the bone, echoed. Underneath the cover of the black Nether Water, Zhu Rong’s entire body convulsed horribly, his body twitching incessantly on the ground. He reached to tear his own flesh, as if millions of ants were crawling within him.

The scene was bloodied and unbearable to behold. Zhu Rong’s cries were sharp and desperate, yet in Ye Xuan’s eyes, there was no pity, only a calm gaze as he watched Zhu Rong suffer under the Soul Destruction Potion.

“The Soul Destruction Potion, a vicious secret technique from the Undying Immortal Scripture, won’t claim your life. It will torment you as if a thousand ants are devouring your heart, a torture worse than death. If you still refuse to answer my questions, then you shall endure this cruel torture for eternity.” Ye Xuan spoke hoarsely.

“I’ll talk…I’ll talk…!”

Zhu Rong wailed miserably. Despite being the Fire Ancestor Witch, he was, after all, a living creature within Heaven and Earth. All beings experience fear, and the extremely malicious and cruel Soul Destruction Potion was beyond even Zhu Rong’s endurance.

Buzz!

Ye Xuan gently swept his sleeve, dispersing the black Nether Water from Zhu Rong’s body, allowing him to gasp heavily. However, his skin had been torn to shreds by himself, making his original appearance unrecognizable.

“Speak. Where are Emperor Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin?”

Ye Xuan leaned toward Zhu Rong, his voice cold and sinister, for only by devouring Zhu Jiuyin and Emperor Jiang’s innate divine abilities could he master the Power of Space-Time, something he must obtain.

“I…I really don’t know where they are…!” Zhu Rong gasped heavily, his voice trembling to the extreme.

“It seems you’re tired of living!”

Ye Xuan’s expression was as dark as water. He slowly raised his hand, clearly about to inflict unimaginable torture on Zhu Rong.

“Wait!”

Before Ye Xuan could act, Zhu Rong hastily stopped him: “Although I don’t know their whereabouts, we, the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches, each hold an Ancestor Witch Order. With this token, we can sense the location of other Ancestor Witches.”

Zhu Rong quickly retrieved a black token, its appearance ancient and worn, engraved with a flame symbol, clearly the Ancestor Witch Order in Zhu Rong’s possession.

Ye Xuan took the Ancestor Witch Order in hand and felt an astonishing heat from it, containing a trace of Zhu Rong’s Origin Heavenly Fire.

“How do I use this Ancestor Witch Order to sense Emperor Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin?” Ye Xuan asked in a deep voice.

“Each of us Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches controls an innate divine ability. I, as the Fire Ancestor Witch, can sense the location of other Ancestor Witches by activating the Ancestor Witch Order. However, the effective range is only within tens of thousands of miles,” Zhu Rong answered swiftly, his words very sincere, a trace of cunning quietly passing through his eyes.

Because Zhu Rong knew well that to activate the Ancestor Witch Order, his Ancestral Witch Heavenly Fire was required, and Ye Xuan could not kill him if he wanted to find Zhu Jiuyin and Emperor Jiang. Only by keeping him close could their whereabouts be discovered.

Moreover, Zhu Rong calculated well, as long as Ye Xuan doesn’t kill him and uses him to locate the two great Ancestor Witches, Emperor Jiang or Zhu Jiuyin would surely rescue him from Ye Xuan.

Time Ancestor Witch, Space Ancestor Witch—these two great Ancestor Witches were not to be underestimated. Because the Power of Space-Time was the most unpredictable, no matter how high Ye Xuan’s cultivation was, he could not hold himself under these two forces.

“Ancestral Witch Heavenly Fire?”

Ye Xuan gave Zhu Rong a penetrating gaze. Although he didn’t know what scheme Zhu Rong had in mind, none of that mattered. What mattered was that he had already made a decision in his heart.

“I’ll ask you a second question.” Just as Zhu Rong was quietly pleased, Ye Xuan bypassed the first question and inquired again.

“Can the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Formation really coalesce Pangu’s True Body?” Ye Xuan’s eyes glittered strangely, his voice low and raspy.

Upon hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Zhu Rong was slightly taken aback, but there was no concealment; clearly, this was well-known, and also the greatest strength of the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches.

“Indeed, once the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches are gathered and the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Formation is activated, Pangu’s True Body can be condensed, forcing even the Saints to retreat three paces.” Zhu Rong replied contentedly.

As Zhu Rong’s words fell, Ye Xuan nodded silently, the entire time never averting his gaze from Zhu Rong, a flash of brilliance quietly crossing his eyes.

Silent, soundless, eerie, various complex auras grew between them, making Zhu Rong feel an alarming sense of unease as he looked anxiously at Ye Xuan. At this moment, Ye Xuan’s gaze toward him seemed as if he were gazing at a treasure.

“Pangu opened the sky, transforming into the Primordial World. His twelve drops of Essence Blood became the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches, his Primordial Spirit split into the Three Pure Ones. If I’m not mistaken, as long as the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches are refined back into twelve drops of Essence Blood, combined with the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Formation, Pangu’s True Body could still be condensed, correct?”

Like Nine Heavens Thunder exploding, like Chaos Heaven and Earth shattering, Ye Xuan’s words sent Zhu Rong’s face instantly pale, staring at Ye Xuan in terror.

“Ye…Heavenly Emperor Ye surely jests…this…this is pure nonsense.” Zhu Rong forced a smile, but his aura was exceedingly chaotic, clearly not as composed as he appeared.

“So I guessed right?”

Ye Xuan slowly nodded, a satisfied smile curving his lips, a wisp of Chaos Mysterious Fog silently enveloping Ye Xuan, further enclosing the Heaven and Earth.

“Ye…Ye Xuan… what are you planning?”

Under these circumstances, Zhu Rong shuddered and shouted, collapsing on the ground, retreating continuously. He looked at Ye Xuan with intense fear and tremor, a great terror rising within his heart.

Indeed, the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches held a colossal secret, known only to themselves.

Pangu’s True Body!

Yes, it’s Pangu’s True Body!

All sentient beings believed that the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches could manifest Pangu’s True Body through the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Formation. But the real reason was that they themselves were transformed from Pangu’s Essence Blood.

If someone could refine them back into Pangu’s Essence Blood and use the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Formation to unify them, Pangu’s True Body could appear between Heaven and Earth and could be controlled by that person.

Only this secret, the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches would never divulge, as it concerns their own existence and could draw the killing intent of the Saints.

If the Saints knew this secret, they might not escape the Saints’ wrath, for Pangu’s True Body is too terrifying. To possess Pangu’s True Body equates to creating a meritorious Saint, an allure too great for anyone to resist.