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Chapter 1284

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Inside the ancient palace, the flow of time surged. The Laws of Time and the Laws of Space intersected, creating a magnificent scene of time, causing people to feel great reverence when they looked at it.

Lu Yaoxing led the way while Ye Xuan slowly followed. From time to time, he would size up the legendary Temporal Temple, and from time to time, a trace of surprise would flash through his eyes.

The spiritual energy in the Temporal Temple was thin, but the laws of time and space were extremely dense. Ye Xuan was certain that if he could cultivate here for a long time, his power of time and space would improve qualitatively.

However, Ye Xuan found it strange that he did not see anyone along the way. The entire Temporal Temple seemed peaceful and peaceful. Occasionally, he would see a few figures flitting by in the distance, but they would disappear in the next moment.

"My Temporal Temple has existed since ancient times, but it does not have many disciples. In total, there are only a few thousand people in the Temporal Temple."

As if sensing Ye Xuan's doubts, Lu Yaoxing explained the origins of the Temporal Temple to Ye Xuan.

"A few thousand people?"

Ye Xuan was slightly taken aback. He was even more curious about the Temporal Temple now.

Ye Xuan did not know much about the other strongest orthodoxies, but he had stayed in the Ten Thousand Spirit Sky Palace before. Not to mention the hundreds of millions of divine soldiers, just the number of disciples in the Ten Thousand Spirit Sky Palace was enough.

However, the Temporal Temple, which was ranked in the top three, only had a few thousand disciples. It was unbelievable.

However, Ye Xuan understood after thinking about it for a while. Although the Temporal Temple only had a few thousand people, every one of them was definitely extraordinary.

The two of them chatted as they walked. Soon, they arrived at the depths of the Temporal Temple. There were thousands of ancient palaces in front of them, surrounded by a dense power of time and space.

Rumble!

The palaces' doors opened with a rumble. The power of time and space roared out, causing a whirlwind to blow. The surrounding objects were faintly distorted.

"Yaoxing!"

A heavy voice sounded out from the palace. The voice was calm, but when it entered Ye Xuan's ears, it caused his soul to tremble and his heart to churn with monstrous waves.

"Master, I have brought them here." Lu Yao Xing bowed, looking extremely humble.

"Alright, let him in."

This voice sounded out once more, causing Lu Yaoxing to look at Ye Xuan and say, "I'll send you here. Master is waiting for you in the palace. You can go now."

"You … your master is the Space-Time Master?" Ye Xuan probed.

Lu Yaoxing was stunned when he heard Ye Xuan's words, and then he smiled bitterly, "My master's name is Yuankong, and he's the Spacetime Hall Master of this Yuanhui. He's not the Spacetime Hall Master, and no one can become the Spacetime Hall Master's disciple. How could I have such good fortune?"

Lu Yaoxing paused slightly and murmured in a daze, "However, I've heard of a legend before. The Spacetime Master really did accept a disciple, but that's only a legend. I don't know if it's true."

"Alright, master is waiting for you in the palace. When you see him, answer whatever he asks. My Spacetime Temple will not bully the weak. You can rest assured."

Lu Yaoxing turned and left after saying that. Ye Xuan frowned, and there was great disappointment in his eyes.

He had come to the Spacetime Temple to see the Spacetime Master, but the person inside was the Spacetime Hall Master of this Yuanhui. This was not in line with his original intentions.

"Little friend Ye, please come in for a chat."

While Ye Xuan was deep in thought, Yuankong's voice came again. This woke Ye Xuan up instantly, and he entered the palace without any hesitation.

Inside the palace!

Stone pillars stood tall, and the walls were engraved with profound runes. These runes seemed to contain the Way of Spacetime, and they gave off an ancient feeling.

An azure-robed old man sat in the center of the palace. He had black hair and a black beard, and he was silent. He only had a kind smile on his face as he looked at Ye Xuan.

Without a doubt!

This person should be Lu Yaoxing's master, Yuankong. He was also the Spacetime Temple Master of the Tenth Yuanhui. If Ye Xuan's guess was correct, the old man's cultivation was at least at the Immortal Realm.

"Ye Xuan greets Yuankong Temple Master," Ye Xuan slowly walked forward and cupped his fists at Yuankong. He was neither servile nor overbearing.

"Little friend, your cultivation is profound. You can cultivate the Power of Spacetime without my clan's cultivation technique, and you've even condensed the Spacetime Divine Tree. Just this talent alone makes you worthy of becoming my sect's Holy Son," Yuankong Temple Master nodded approvingly.

"Holy Son?"

Ye Xuan frowned. Was this old man trying to recruit him into the Spacetime Temple?

"However, although you've cultivated the Spacetime Divine Tree, it's a pity that you don't have a proper method to use it. As long as you're willing to join my Spacetime Temple, I can teach you everything I know," Yuankong Temple Master smiled. He did not hide his intentions to recruit Ye Xuan.

"You might have misunderstood. I'm not willing to come to the Spacetime Temple with Lu Yaoxing to join your sect. I just want to see the Spacetime Master," Ye Xuan was not a long-winded person. He directly stated his objective.

"Just as I thought!"

Yuankong Temple Master was not surprised at all by Ye Xuan's words. Instead, he shook his head with a bitter smile as a sliver of disappointment flashed through his eyes.

"Little friend, do you know that the master of my clan is the ruler of Primal Chaos? Even other ancient sovereigns would find it extremely difficult to meet him."

Yuankong Temple Master paused slightly before looking at Ye Xuan with mixed feelings. He said, "However, the Spacetime Master has already instructed me to send you to see him if you come to the Spacetime Temple."

"Little friend Ye, this is a great fortune for you. Even I've only seen him once. I hope you can cherish this opportunity."

The Spacetime Master was the only ruler of Primal Chaos.

Let alone Yuankong Temple Master, even the previous temple masters rarely got to see him. Yuankong Temple Master envied Ye Xuan to no end now that the Spacetime Master had personally summoned him.

"Where is the Spacetime Master?"

Ye Xuan's face lit up. As long as he could see the Spacetime Master, he might be able to solve many of his puzzling secrets.

"The Spacetime Master roams the Primal Chaos. No one knows where he is, but I have a jade tablet here. He bestowed this jade tablet upon me so that I can send you to see him."

Yuankong Temple Master took out a jade tablet and crushed it with some reluctance. Spacetime immediately revolved in his hand before forming a gate of light before the two of them.

"Go on. Enter this gate and you'll be able to see him," Yuankong Temple Master growled.

"Thank you, temple master."

Ye Xuan no longer hesitated. He strode into the gate of space. As Ye Xuan entered, the gate immediately closed and Ye Xuan completely vanished from Yuankong Temple Master's sight.

"Who is he?"

"Why has the Spacetime Master personally summoned him?"

Yuankong Temple Master murmured. He became more and more curious about Ye Xuan.

This was because he could tell with a single glance that Ye Xuan was only a mortal. The three realms of creation were his limits. Although Ye Xuan had cultivated spacetime techniques and was proficient in other supreme techniques, that was all there was to it. With the Spacetime Master's identity, why would he pay attention to such an insignificant person?

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